I think his heart knew that he wasn’t going to be on the journey much longer, but I think there’s no way of ever having your brain know that you’re not going to wake up the next day. I mean, every person you talk to has the craziest stories of him before he died. It was almost as if something knew, there was some part of him that knew he wasn’t going to be around. I mean, he came over to my house maybe a week and a half before he passed, and I had, like, a birthday party, kind of dress-up cocktail party, and it as pouring rain — it never pours in California. And he came over to my cocktail party, and there’s some times where he’d drink too much, and it just makes me sad, and he knew it was making me sad sometimes, but he came over to my cocktail party and didn’t drink a drop of anything — at a cocktail party. And I thought, That’s really weird, because Jimmy would never come to my cocktail party and not drink. But we had the best time. He stayed later than everyone, he stayed ‘til 3 in the morning and he didn’t drink. Me and Brian, we’re drunk, and Jimmy hung out until everyone had left the party and he still hadn’t drank, and we were just writing music, playing on the piano and having the best fucking time. But finally he was like “OK, I better head home.” And I was like “Well, you know, you can stay.” “Nah, nah, it’s cool, I’m gonna go home.” And so I gave him a bottle of champagne, ‘cause Jimmy would always come to everyone’s house and he’d always leave with one of your bottles of wine or champagne. It was just a party gift. So I was like, “Hey, dude, since you didn’t drink, here, take this champagne. Take it home, go enjoy yourself.” And he’s like “Ah, cool, thanks, man.” So he left — it was fucking pouring rain — he was as sober as a judge. He calls me five seconds after he left my house, hasn’t even left my neighborhood, and like, “Hey dude, I left my jacket,” his favorite jacket. “I left it on your coat rack.” So I’m like, “Dude just turn around, come grab it. You’re like three seconds from my house.” I’m running outside. He said, “Nah, nah, don’t even worry about it.” I’m like, “I can bring it to you tomorrow.” He’s like “Ah, no, don’t even worry about it. It’s like he knew, ‘cause I always loved that jacket and he knew that I always loved it. And there his favorite jacket is sitting on my coat rack right now. I haven’t touched it.