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From his early beginnings as the tenacious residue of a failed abortion, dICK STABber was continually rejected by everyone, from his central banker father and his under age porn star mother and the general public at large; even death rejected him. So, he ended up as a pickpocket and blood donor who pretended to be a janitor at the infamous Gold Cup in Hollywood, rolling drunks and eating the Happy Hour swill offered up once per day; and at closing early before dawn, he found a guitar behind the bar. It seemed to glow and talked to him in his head. He stole it; and, while blind drunk in a sleazy motel room playing to his pet radioactive cockroaches while watching broadcast television, learned to play. The motel's TV set aired only buzzing insect swarms and white noise, interrupted by UFO signals and microwave brain programming. His pet cockroaches living in modified Roach Motels seemed to enjoy it all, especially dICK's manic playing and gravelly grunts. But ever beyond dICK's reach was the cheap wine by the gallon, stacks of old vinyl 45s records to listen to, and alley hookers he lusted after. Well... one neon-tainted, smog-choked night, he plugged in at a party, performed with the Groans, and the rest is history. Or is it? He says he was abducted by alien greys, experimented on for decades, then dumped back into an alley dumpster behind a Federal Reserve bank - where he wrote "Flip Flop."