 and a homeless guy who, um, was either schizophrenic or something. Um, he looks at me and, and points out, um, that he points to me and says, his, his mama, his mama, his mama, his mama is dead. She's dead. She's dead. She died. And it was like a kick to the, kick to the, uh, stomach, you know? And, um, and so I like gave him kind of like an evil eye cause it's so fresh in my mind. And this guy doesn't know me at all. And, um,