Don't lose your best material. There was only one time Mitch ever lost a notebook. He and Lynn were in Chicago at the time. They'd just gotten back to their hotel after a show when Mitch noticed it was missing. He tore through the hotel room looking for it. "It was one of the only times I saw him really visibly upset about something," Lynn says. "Finally, after a while, he started telling himself, 'It's fine. Everything will be fine.' That's when the phone rang.

It was a kid at a frat party. Apparently Mitch had left the notebook onstage, and somehow it ended up in the hands of college-age fan who wanted to give it back. Mitch and Lynn headed to the party to meet the kid. When they got there, a relieved Mitch pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and tried to hand it to the kid.

"The guy said he didn't want any money," Lynn says. "He just wanted Mitch to call him to hang out next time he was in town. But by then it was already five or six in the morning, and Mitch hated to feel indebted to people. He finally looked at the kid and said, 'Just take the fucking money, man.'"