 I suppose I had my own prejudice in my mind. You know, I still lived around the corner from the house that I grew up in. My life still felt the same. Why would he be interested in my miniature life? You know, when he had seen the world and toured and, you know, probably tasted slices of life in all these incredible places. And why would he be interested in me? Which was just the defensive way of protecting myself. But the whole time I had this insect bite in my mind going, just ask him, you're 30 now, ask him.