On the third of this month, Scott Weiland had died. I meant to write something, but what? That we all saw it coming? Of course we did -we all did. So did he. For some reason that never seems to help though. Some people just seem to be rockets blasting through life until the inevitable destruction at the end of it. It's a shame, but thus seems to be the way rock 'n' roll demands life to be at times.