 So I said, I got to do something. I only knew one criminal defense lawyer at the time. It was a guy named Bob Kalina. He represented two of the artisite signs, Stone Temple Pilots and Skid Row. And they were getting arrested weekly. So I had him on speed dial. So I called Bob. I got him to take the case pro bono, even though he said it was hopeless. And six months later, we ended up in a courtroom in Malone, New York. They bring this kid in his shackles, right? Like he's, you know, the Night Stalker or something, right? And his legs are chained together. His hands are chained together. So I'm like...