 A couple of police officers come in and lower their glasses and they're casing the joint. And I go lower and lower in my seat because every time the cops have ever entered the room, it's always for me. And sure enough, they see me and they pull me out. And this time it was not for whatever I had done over the weekend. This time it was because one of my uncles had been burned really, really badly and delivered to the burn unit ICU in the town I was in. It was the best in the region. They couldn't find any more family members, only me. So they took me to the burn unit ICU, dropped me off with my pen and my notebook