 Yeah. And I remember once we were walking to the garden to go to pro wrestling, and a hooker called me over. And my mom just kept saying, Glenn, Glenn. And I was wondering, what does she want? Hello. Hello, hooker. What would you like? And my mom was like, Glenn, Glenn, Glenn, dragging me away from her. The hooker's holding onto one arm. My mom's holding onto the other. It's like the fight between the devil and the angels.