And in those days, my hair was down to my waist, I drove a motorcycle, I was unmarried, I owned a bar, so those were different times. (Laughter) But I had three days of life support, and everybody was expecting, due to just the massive amount of what they had had to do that I wasn't going to make it, so it was three days of everybody was either waiting for me to die or poop, and — (Laughter) — when I finally pooped, then that somehow, surgically speaking, that's like you crossed some good line, and, um — (Laughter) — on that day, the surgeon came in and whipped the sheet off of me.
Tolaik man mati bija līdz viduklim, es braucu ar motociklu, es biju neprecējies, man piederēja bārs, tā kā tie bija citi laiki. (Smiekli) Bet es biju pavadījis trīs dienas pie dzīvību uzturošām ierīcēm, un visi gaidīja tīri vai milzīgā darba dēļ, ko bija nepieciešams veikt, ka es neizķepurošos, tāpēc tajās trijās dienās visi gaidīja, kad es vai nu nomiršu vai pakakāšu, un (Smiekli) kad es beidzot pakakāju, tā no ķirurgiskā viedokļa bija laba zīme, un (Smiekli) todien ienāca ķirurgs un norāva no manis palagu.