Fuck this old band of mine! That drummer used to quit once a month. Erratic pothead, never understood that combination.
Said dude wrote me a very long-winded, damning email shortly after this little episode here (or whatever the last time he quit). He was very angry with me, and we haven't spoken ever since.
He pops up now and again, and every time he does the story is: "oh hey man, I ran into Mark the other day... wow, he still hates your guts." That happened about once a year for 7 years, from various sources. Except last time: "oh hey man, I ran into Mark the other day... he misses the old days and wants to hang out again." Weirdo.
I have since worked with several amazing drummers who, while all lovably insane, gave zero idiot problems to anyone in the band.