 The whole time I'm kind of thinking to myself, well, this is going to get better. And then he'd park, and he'd be inside, and I would read in the car. And when he came out, he would look at these novels and go, why do you read this stupid stuff? This is a waste of your time. Why are you doing this? And he'd just look at me. And it wasn't like he was looking at me in the eyes to communicate with me. It was just kind of like he was measuring me and evaluating me. And I remember thinking, okay, that's a really scary look. I don't know what that means.