 And we were in a real fancy section of Charleston down King Street. And right next to the, I forget, the big hotel. But what happened was I would always go to bed and leave my door open a crack. Why? I was hoping a drunk woman would come into my room. Oh, my Lord. You're kidding me, right? No, I'm telling you the truth. Why in the world? Well, you better be glad somebody didn't walk in and stab you. Well, can I tell you something? Yeah. About the seventh year, I woke up and I had a drunk woman in bed with me.