OR: Kooky Fried Chicken!

Man, oh, man ... Dear Flea, rumour has it you lost your million dollar Malibu crib this weekend, to the fires ablaze in LA. Fuck! But what I find even more surreal and impressive is that you said, "Nothing but fried chicken, baby!" You can't take it with you, but I guess you know that. Music is king! Keep on rockin'. You're welcome at my place. Hey Norwood - is Flea sleeping on your couch, or something? Shit, man - I really don't mean to be flippant - let me know what's going on. We're all in it together ... Peace, -Todd