 So I go to different barbers, so hopefully they don't recognize me. I tried the shade routine, but I got a big head. So people, literally a big head. So people, you know, they recognize you. And in New York, hey, Dominic, hey, Dominic. I go into the barber's chair. All I want to do is fall asleep getting the haircut. Oh, no. They want to talk to me about A, B, C, D, E.