 So it went against what it was supposed to do. All these, the pills, and that's when I started to cry because I realized that I'd become a recluse. The pain was horrible. The drop of a pin, I would just bite somebody's face off for no reason. The anger. If I had owned a gun, I wouldn't, I was ready to be done with life. I didn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. But it was 11 and a half years ago, it was February, that a friend, Tom Wagner out of Austin, Texas, he's 72 years old, called me up and said, you need to try this stuff. And I was like,