Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Book Preview: #1 I had been shooting coke with my Mexican drug dealer, Mario, for three days straight when I remembered the Arizona show. I was a wreck. I usually was whenever I went downtown and hooked up with Mario. I didn't feel good, so I had to buy heroin. #2 I had been up shooting coke for so many days straight that I was hallucinating, in a strange limbo between consciousness and sleep. I was so wasted and chilly that I just sat down on the curb and draped my jacket over my chest and shoulders as if it were a blanket. #3 I was conceived on February 3, 1962, in Grand Rapids, Michigan. My parents, John Alden Kiedis and Molly Vandenveen, were rebels in their own ways. My dad could not drink or swear, and he never had a problem conforming to the strict lifestyle he was raised in. #4 In 1960, Jack Kiedis, a friend of my father's, convinced my mother to let him take her new blue Austin Healy and drive to Hollywood. They settled in San Diego until Jack got word that my mother was seeing someone in Grand Rapids. He moved back in with my mother, and a few weeks later, I was born

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