I also got talked into doing a band soley because Dank begged and then pestered me for months. I resisted and didn't wanna do it at all, really, but decided I'd help him out because he's Dank Trill. During the first practice, I brought port wine cheese spread and crackers, which he ate. He also smoked the weed I passed around and beer I gave him, but wouldn't gimme a cig because he "didn't have many left." After the next practice, his wife quit. After a half dozen, he still hadn't touched a mic. After he missed a few practices, we got someone else to come in, which prompted him to stop by and yell stuff at the same time. That was the last time he touched a mic in the band. I think he showed up maybe once or twice after that and "quit" months later. I think 1/2 the people in Milwaukee who can plug in a guitar have a similar Dank-submarined band story. The goofball.