Joey fumbled with the key, placed it in the lock, and turned. The door opened and shut to the rhythm of the song he was singing. He was home.

He looked around his apartment, near the bay in San Francisco. He, Vinny, and Rachel had moved in recently. Finishing his singing, he slumped onto the couch.

"Okay, time to give the vocal chords a rest," he muttered. There wasnt much point in singing now. Nobody was around to hear.

Joey stared out the window, overlooking the Bay Bridge glowing in the December night, and checked his watch. 6:45. Fifteen minutes until Vinny and Rachel arrived.

He took off his jacket and threw it onto the glass table. He hated glass tables. Suddenly he wished hed decorated the apartment.

As he looked around, everything had been designed by Rachel. He sighed. "Why did Vinny choose that control freak?"

After downing three Buds, Joey opened up the last of the storage boxes. They were all his.

One box was stuffed with records. Suddenly, he had an idea and frantically searched his collection. It took him five minutes to find it: his dusty old Beatles Revolver album. He grew up with it, and it brought back memories. Rachel hated the Beatles, so this was his only chance.

The phonograph was soon playing. "Eleanor Rigby" reminded him of Sundays back in Italy, playing cards. "Yellow Submarine" brought back schooldays, where he stole kids' lunch money and harassed teachers. "She Said She Said" - the old street corner, where he and his gang would act tough and woo girls. Joey lay down, basking in the warmth of the past.

Then came "For No One." His happiness faded as memories of Jenny rehashed. This song brought back everything. Their first meeting by the docks romantic evenings Christmas of 1992.

Joey couldnt take it and switched off the record. He lay back down silently, trying to re-close the wounds. Finally, he smiled. Everything was so calm.

BAM! The door thudded against the wall, and Joey knew his fifteen minutes of peace were over. He could already hear the screaming.

"Why dont you do something about it if it bothers you so much!?" raged Vinny.

"It shouldnt be my problem!" screamed Rachel. "Hes your friend!" Joey bolted upright.

"Hes not my problem either! He should be able to fend for himself!"

"Then why doesnt he?! Hes nothing but a lowlife!"

"Im standing right here," Joey cut in.

Rachel ignored him. "Tell him to get a real job!"

After awhile, Vinny forcedly said, "Joey, I think its time you get more serious."

"What!" protested Joey. "Im fine!"

"Youre a janitor at PAC Bell. And you just sing to people! We work hard to cover rent! You have to pay your share."

"And if you dont well kick you out," said Rachel firmly.

Joeys jaw dropped. He grabbed his coat. "How could you let her brainwash you?" he yelled.

"Excuse me?!" Rachel said, grabbing a decorative plate and hurling it at him. It shattered against the wall.

"Fine, break it, bitch! I always hated your décor!" Joey roared, slamming the door behind him.

She was slowly wrecking his life.