 I end up one night, I'm in jail for doing a break and entry with some other guys. And I had been introduced to a girl in our apartment building that was a prostitute. I mean, I come from northern Saskatchewan. I don't even know if you can spell prostitute. You live in a pretty sheltered life. Very, very, very sheltered. So anyway, she lived up on the sixth floor. We lived on the second floor. And her pimp would come. And, you know, I always pictured a pimp like a big fedora with a feather.