 I met Charles Bukowski a couple of times down in L.A. You know, Charles Bukowski was kind of a juicer, you know, a drinker. So I remember I went over to his house and I said, oh, come on, let's go out, you know, have a drink. He said, no, I'm not going out with you. I'll get arrested. So I thought that was a pretty good endorsement, you know.