Funny thing is I had no idea either. I thought I was taking my son to spend a week with his Nana and I’d have a little time to spend with the dude on the right thrown in. Unbeknownst to all of us, the dangerous dude in the middle appeared out of the woodwork to join us. How we were able to keep the space-time continuum from exploding/imploding/blipping out into oblivion, I’ll never know.
The one in the middle is anything but weird. He may favor anarchy, legalization of all drugs, dwelling as long as possible in dream time, talking to plants, making an ass out of himself as often as possible, sustained jams on two chord songs, using nature as an advisor, and going gunless, but those are all normal things, aren’t they? It’s the other two you need to worry about.
What a crew! The one on the left has a tendency to fall off fire towers, the one in the middle IS Mick Jagger (it’s actually Mick who hates being reminded he looks like Aldous) and the one on the far right has to wonder what lurking madness is hidden in his gene pool.