 Hey, what's wrong with that? You know, my mom said, you know, Santa was going to take care of me. As long as I be good. Fine with that. So I got some socks. I didn't get nothing and I didn't think nothing of it. Okay. We live in a bad neighborhood. Maybe Santa Claus got scared. We didn't even have a chimney. You know, I'm rationalizing. I'm figuring everything out. So a year go past and I'm nine years old and, uh,