It's a story as old as time. There's a scene see, and it's got a big dog who rules the roost, see! Oh but who's that? Well that, my friend, is the "kid" and he's coming up fast on the outside. He's coming in hot - maybe a little too hot and he's itchin' for a fight. But there's just one little problem see, maybe he's just like his father or maybe he's just like his mother or maybe he's a little like both of them! Who knows? I'm not a licensed therapist. But we do know this, he's never satisfied and that's the fuel that drives him. Like a Corvette. A red one. A little one. So what to do? I'll tell you what. Put on some leather, some spandex, studs, an earring, a little eye shadow, some pancake, a bit of eye liner and you just effin' rock. You rock harder that you ever did in your worthless life - and maybe pause for a soulful ballad or two - and you get the girl, you get the gig, you get the brass ring and you just stand there laughing in the motherfreakin' purple rain! Yes, you do.