 difficult to digest. He said that the reality is just setting in. He says, I rarely look away from the crowd had I not done that in the moment. Well, we wouldn't be talking today, would we? It's only a half turn. It hits the back of the brain the other way, right through my skull. And because the sign was high, I'm looking up the chances of making a perfect turn and probably one tenth of one percent. So I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be dead.