Marc

I never felt like I belonged in that band anyways.
I should've pulled a Steve Perry ala Journey after The How-How and the Pow-Pow was released and lived a reclusive life in the Black Hills of South Dakota, quietly strumming away on my four-stringed banjo, singing songs about how nobody understands my feet. But when you're doing that much coke you just don't see things for what they truly are. It wasn't until last night, when I was finally able to sit down and look at all these song titles and veiled threats of bodily harm towards my person that I finally realized these guys never wanted me in the band anyways. Maybe that's why I never made up my own Lois Lane shirt.

Either way, though, it is true what Zach says. Those South Dakotans couldn't get enough of us. I have proof, you know ...