 that just wasn't playing very well, and he just kept getting worse and worse and worse. Finally, they brought someone to town to talk to him in Spanish, and he goes, what's wrong? He goes, my girlfriend's not writing me back. I write her every day, and I'm heartbroken because I think she's forgotten me. And they go, what are you doing? He goes, I walk over, I have stamps, I have paper, I have envelopes, and I mail this every day. And right next to each other, there was a garbage can, and there was a mailbox next to each other,