How his band members coped with him while he was still alive is a mystery to you. And now, with him in your head like a parasite, you got no choice but to spend time with him. He's not too fond of it either. In fact he makes his disdain for most things you do very clear. He's sat on the shitty little motel table, cigarette in hand, expression that says "it's like being dead isn't punishment enough." Coulda been stuck in some model's head, instead I got you dragging me to shitholes like this.