Between the ages of 13 and probably like 15, those two years of my life I spent walking around my town stoned and terrified of bumping into someone you knew. There were two people in our town that had a light green Ford Taurus. And one of them was my friend's mother. The other one was the guy that delivered for the Chinese spot. We didn't hate the guy, but that's what it is. He probably saw us cause let's do those two fat fucks. Oh, it's a fat fack. So that's why I had to say this slide. I couldn't say the C word. Well, you called him a con. Why are