That dude sounds crazy. He said peephole. That's right. For those who didn't catch it. Yeah, on Wednesday, a girl had asked if she could come over. She sent me a text message, literally said, can I come over tomorrow? So we know what that means. To which I responded, yeah, I don't have anything to do. That was the extent of our conversation. Two messages, we know what's going on come Thursday, which was, or Wednesday, which was yesterday. So Wednesday comes, and I decide that I no longer want her to come over. So I send her a text message. Wait, why? I don't know, dog. I'm a certified lover boy. And even though I've been in these streets, that's not really where I want to be. That's not where my heart is. So your conscience kicked in. Yeah. Wow, finally. And I was having a conversation with my best friend. I'm like, man, it's not really the life I want to live. So I text her and was like, hey. Tomorrow will be different. You know what? Let him be a good boy. He's like, we can only live today's experience. So I text her back and said, yeah, tonight doesn't work for me anymore. And we have our read receipts on. So I see that she clearly saw the message. And I didn't send it, like, late at night. I think I probably sent it maybe at noon or something like that when we were leaving the station. Just realized, like, hey, this is what it is. Tonight's not going to work. Pacers game is on last night. I'm sitting on the couch. I hear a knock at the door. I'm not expecting anyone. Now, I don't have a ring camera or anything like that, so I can't see the outside. I got some stuff on the inside. I can't see the outside. I'm not expecting anybody. And I'm not the person that comes to the door. hey who is it like that's not my vibe and i'm not expecting nobody nobody even knows i'm home i go to mojo's point look through the peephole it's her i get a phone call on my phone from her i'm not answering i'm not responding and i left her outside you didn't even you didn't even open