Fuckin' Derrick. Just when the band's starting to sound like it's not just a practice thing, the fucker decides he wants us to either sell out or he's leavin'. Fuck that. Think I was about to kick him out anyway. Little bastard was startin' to complain too much about Rich not being up for practice enough. Considerin' he's the one who didn't want to travel to Salem Center for practice every now and then, that's his own damn fault, ain't it?

So, we got a spot open. Better start recruitin', and I better make sure this one has some fucking' common sense. That girl I met, Zoe, at least proves there are some musicians out there with understandin' of how it's s'pose to go. No use hittin' it big the way Derick wanted. No common sense in it.

God, I miss Jack sometimes.