Things didn't go well with the recording process, but chicken or the egg I don't know...and I'd gotten to pretty much loathe every single one of Brian's stupid little entourage--well, not Mandy really, but that's complicated and sort of a sub-story. I mean, I could probably have stood them openly despising me if it hadn't been for the way Brian started acting. I mean, I probably could have taken him just telling me I was fucking up--even if it really wasn't that bad--but I wasn't going to stand there being patronizing. Like he was so much better than me. Like there was anything he was doing he didn't steal from my act--or, okay, Jack--but anyway, that's when I threw a fit in the studio and finally got him to yell back. And then the next morning I got a car to the airport and left for Berlin, which I guess would be how the story ended, if he hadn't gone and faked his own death.