Ok you all knew I was going to read this article...

Esquire: The Devil Gives You the First Time for Free

In the prefacing paragraph of the article, Weiland gives you the impression that he wants to let us in to the real him, the as yet undiscovered self that is nothing like the "junkie rock star handcuffed in the backseat of a cop car." The last rock star, as I like to call him. You know I love you Scott, but the article did nothing but more firmly establish that image in my mind. I almost want to ask, what else is there but that in your life? You are that guy, dude.

Also, keep your shirt on! No one wants to see a "pigeon-chested tosser" nu comme vous!