“So it's Sunday evening and I'm in the car on my way home from what is... I guess it's the last Good Evening rehearsal. We were working on a song and we got into another argument... and then the question was put, like, "Are we gonna keep putting ourselves through this?" And I just said, "No, I'm not doing any more."
Transcribed by: adupont
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