I just started not showing up for practice, and just kind of being a dick, and Karl was being a dick. [...] We lived on top of each other on the same floor of a house in this little, shitty town with girlfriends and future wives, and it just got horrible. We ended up just screaming at each other, and Bill took us in the van, and we were talking like "Well, what's the deal? What's the story with this? Are you guys gonna figure it out?" "Yeah, we're gonna figure it out." [...] I went to Bill to talk about it and said "Look, I can't handle this. I need an apology", and he goes "He’s not gonna apologize. Everybody's pissed at you right now anyway because you don't practice and you're a dick, and that's not going to happen." I go "Well, it has to happen or I quit", and he’s like "Well, it's not going to", and I go "Okay, then I quit." So then I just did the Europe tour. I did a whole Europe tour, 60 shows in 65 days, and I did it all with people who I was mad at and I'd quit on, and as the thing went on and I realized how much pressure was off of me, it just became more fun, and then when I left I was really sad to go.