With a Queen of Heart embedded up a symbolic sleeve of the poorly written pages of thematic arts, uttered in the black hills of controversial words, echoing the need for a home and spiritual eyes, Mikey lost his way and walked the streets of Hollywood. He spat in the milk of growing children and pulled his pud in front of nursing mothers, who sat out front of Starbucks, sipping non-fat lattes. Mikey had one ambition and one ambition only, he was writing a book titl-ed, "The Adventures In The Unleashing of Conventional Modes of Perception & Behavior," only he had no intention of ever putting pen to paper or fingers to key-boards. No, Mikey was the living pages of the title of his book, and it all started with a commercial and a bowl of cereal called LIFE that he was manipulated into peddl-ing onto the rest of the world.