Jeff left Denver and looped through Texas where he found the final core member in the form of Scott Spillane, the perennial cool older guy from Ruston. Scott was working at Gumby’s pizza in Austin and living out front in his van. Jeff’s visit coincided with the 2am drunk rush, so Scott put Jeff to work saucing pizzas. Later, as they sat exhausted, with their nasal passages stinging from the flour they’d inhaled, Jeff said, “Man, this job sucks!” Scott didn’t disagree. “Why don’t you come with me to New York and play guitar or something?” Scott handed in his two weeks notice the next day.