A Needed Reprieve - The Greatest Rock n Roll Song Ever Written

It was mental exhaustion. I left at 3:25pm today, a good hour or two - sometimes three - before I usually leave. Tye called on the way out - I told him "I'm gonna drink a Martini and go to bed." He laughed and said I sound like DiSalvo. I laughed - I'm too young for that. Sorry, Paul.

I got home and, after a quick ponder of rest, went out for some dinner and drinks with friends. Earlier - at 3:25 to be exact - I felt a distinctive and unmistakable craving for chilled gin. A Sapphire Martini, Dry. Upon arrival, I had Three, and my inner shoulders finally relaxed.

On my way out, I turned on the radio and was greeted by what I casually consider The Greatest Rock n Roll Song Ever. So simple, so perfect, so appropriate for the official end of a week. Any week. Especially a week like this.

Thank you Kretz, DeLeo, DeLeo, and Weiland, for plowing through so much media-inflicted shit in your early years. Had you not, we would not be blessed with The Greatest Song Ever. I know the story sucks, but some of us - even 13 years later and at the end of our proverbial rope - still get it. And love it.

Until Monday, I leave all two of you with a Gin-Soaked Olive. Enjoy the weekend. Monday is Big.