It's August 22, 2008, and it's showtime at the Ford Amphitheatre in Tampa. Everyone is there and ready to go...except for Kretz, who is spotted inexplicably wandering the streets of nearby Sarasota. Shame that guy can't keep it together and stop bringing this great band down.
Seriously, though, I love that he's such an adrenaline junkie. I hope he has a chance to bungy jump while in New Zealand (although that may seem lame by his standards).