Friend from new job came over depressed because his stereo blew up and apparently flames came out of it. Plus he has a second kid on the way and he is broke and his brother almost killed two people last week and was in the mental hospital for a few days. He bought a six pack which I offered to chip in on but he insisted on paying for and gave me most of the bottles. He played guitar and I drummed because he's a lot better guitar player and I'm barely above the level of mongaloid behind the kit so it worked out okay.