I looked outside of my bedroom window at my dads house to see Jack Stauber on our driveway.

He looked dead.

So I went out and checked on him. He woke up and he asked if I wanted to make a song with him so I did.

We wrote a lot of songs but I remember one where there was this guy that was beginning to be a horrible person and he spilled some alcohol on the floor so the waiter would slip.

He was really nice. Later that day we tried to sneak honey Hennessy from the cabinet but my dad caught us.