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"Nothing is true. All is permitted" -
Last words of Hasan I Sabbah X

To think that one's life is interesting enough to write about is indeed flattering. I wouldn't say though that my life was necessarily in that particular category.
For I still have a couple of nasty drug addictions to go through, a divorce or two to fight out, two filed bankruptcies, an arrest for indecent exposure, and the total public annihilation of the band to bear before i can go as far as calling my life 'interesting'. Then, of course, I must tell my story on one of the myriad television documentaries. Spill my guts, cry for the world, and put out a book called 'A Life Less Lived'. (How Incubus ruined my childhood, etc., etc.) But alas! 'Interesting' is a multi-interpretable term. And besides, a few of you have expressed the desire to know the goings on in this little atmosphere of mine, so I guess I'll elucidate.
I was born in the harsh, desert climate of Van Nuys, California, where I was orphaned and taken in by a pack of hungry native coyotes. Their initial intention was to have me for an appetizer before they went on their nightly suburban feline hunt, but I survived only because the leader saw potential in me as a hunter and as a spreader of coyote seed! From there are friendship was formed, and I became known as Brandon of the Jungle. They taught me the ways of the Valley, and i quickly became one of the pack's most vocal howlers! Hence my present day ability to sing. When I was old enough I learned how to catch house pets, insects, and rodents! Which is where I got these kickin' thingh muscles. At age 11, I began impressingl the pack and local wild-life photographers with my skill in carpentry. I would build elaborate shelters for my family and I using the ever-abundant palm frawns, pieces of discarded twine, and snot. And this is where my first encounter with my present day cohorts in music came into play. I was the ripe age of 15 and was busy chasing a female coyote in heat down a dusty trail one afternoon, when I turned a corner and ran into the other guys in the band. They were sitting inside one of my more arty housings and enjoying its refuge from the blistering California sun. I stepped in and made the only noises I knew how, I tried to express to them my discontent for invading my space. They replied with fascination to my inhuman grunts, growls and wales, and asked me to be in their band, Incubus. I of course, at the time did not know what they meant nor did i care. I simply started biting the shit out of the drummer's ass. Which is where Jose's fear of all things canine comes into play.
things eventually calmed down and I started to enjoy the fresh perspectives these boys brought into my reality. The guys came back every day after that and taught me to speak English and sing. WE began playing together about a month later when my powers of speech and wit began developing. And with y past experiance in snot carpentry, I built us our first band rehearsal space! My taste for insects and things furry has not subsided. But I believe that they are just old habits dying hard. Luckily we tour the Mid-west of America frequently where those delicacies are more appreciated and less persecuted! I have been in this band, my first and only band, for eleven years now, and have learned worlds about life, love , loss and humanity. It is and has been such a different experiance from my roots as a wild, scavenger dog! But I must say that I've enjoyed every minute of it.
Being in this band has shown me that any mutt can break the mold and prosper. And being the first orphan who was raised by wolves to be in a rock band reinforcesthat creto in me every day. Straying from the norm has done nothing but good for me in my 26 years alive this time around. And I will continue to do so in this sphere, for better or worse.
Now, does that not so brief description of my life deserve the term, 'Interesting'? Likely, not. You decide.