 on and on and on, and eventually, when I made it to high school, I was a trumpet player, and all my friends, that's why the trumpet's on the wall behind me, and my friends were like, black people don't play the trumpet, it's stupid. And they convinced me to put my trumpet down. My trumpet was my purpose, my passion, my everything. When I gave up my purpose and my dream, I had nothing left. And I just drifted into the point where I went to prison.