It had a little piece of nostalgia to it, you know, that it was, you know, something that like the kids probably, you know, broke a tooth on or something. But so we were putting it all out in the front and I'm bringing more and more stuff out there. And as I'm bringing more and more stuff out to go bring to the front, I get completely the crap scared out of me. I am putting it down only to have a dude standing there by my garbage, hiding behind a tree almost, looking at an item that I had just put out just a little bit ago. He was garbage picking and taking some of the stuff that we had. And I go, holy crap. And I'm like, hey, and he goes, oh, no, and he lives on the block that's right behind us. There's, like, a sub right behind us, and he lives in that sub. And he's like, oh, I'm your neighbor. And he goes, I was walking down the street, and, you know, just kind of, like, going for a late-night walk. I saw some of your stuff in here. I just wanted to see if any of this stuff was good. And he was, like, grabbing things of mine that were broken, but he was like, oh, I can fix it. I'm kind of handy and stuff. And I'm, like, looking at this thing going, I don't know if you really want that, though. Like, you know, what's going on? But then I started thinking, okay, he's garbage picking through our stuff. Maybe I need to go to nicer neighborhoods than mine and do a little garbage picking.