Well, I can tell you with as much certainty as other people can tell you something intelligible about string theory with a straight face, that one me is blowing an alternate universe Jeff Buckley. A few probably had the good sense to defect to Canada and take up knitting. J-fab numero four ran away when she was 12, after her parents said she couldn't take gymnastics anymore. When the circus rejected her, she spent a few years roaming the streets of San Antonio, experimenting with unnatural hair colors and charming the local barflies for shots. One day, she took up with a precocious but unsavory blue-eyed boy who convinced her to spend the next several years following the Dead and experimenting with psychadelic drugs. These days, she's pleasant enough, notwithstanding the fact that she's thinks she's a glass of orange juice.