 So I hung out with them and we hung out with them all together. So we was part of them. They would feed us. We had a place to stay. They would protect us and things of that nature. And I trust them. For some reason, I believe if they say, hey, we're going to buy you some food. They bought me some food, some French fries, some hot dogs, some chicken, whatever. And I basically started living at one of the hangouts, which was owned by one of the gang leaders.