I've got to go see my friend Greg every time I go back to Chicago, 'cause he's the one guy that's like, 'F**k that, man, I'm staying crazy.' He is like Davy Crockett defending the Alamo of good times. He's just on the ridge with a rifle. Like, 'What have you got, a mortgage, 2.5 kids?' 'F**k that, man, I've got a studio apartment that just has electric guitars and Christmas lights.'