Mike, Brian, Tyler, and I are sitting in Brian's living room arranging vocals when the doorbell rings. We check to see who it is, but no one is there. Some little punks were playing ding-dong-ditch. Well we went out side and pretended to act all confused and vulnerable and went back in, waiting for another attack. Tyler stood at the door, watching
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