 Let's face it, 50 years ago when I was bouncing off the grade school walls, they didn't have a name for it, did they? If I was anything, I was OLP, obnoxious little punk. Miss Stokesby, I'll never forget her, man. She was so frustrated with me, just frustrated with me, and I couldn't stop laughing because her cheeks vibrated like jello. And to a nine-year-old, that's funny. I'm sorry, I mean, you know, I mean...