I'm having that. I was in Santa Cruz, I had an hour to kill so I had a mooch around the town. There were a load of Derelicts knocking about. Playing guitar, drinking coffee, panhandling. Nice place to be a bum I'm thinking. Then I catch a glimpse of myself in the shop window. Fuck me! Who's that? Filthy Monkey, dirty jeans, slippers, nappy barnet, smelly beard and I had my rucksack on. I'm surprised no one gave me some spare change. Then I pick up this roach at Carnival. Hit the spot. Jah works.