So this is how I came to acquire a two-room tent that I still have and use. And I found various other like treasures that people would just leave behind. And so one day I was painting by myself in an apartment, and I found a bag of money in a regular closet. It wasn't hidden, like, anywhere that somebody could have left it behind. It was just, like, you know, reach my hand up, six feet up. It's just right there on the shelf. And I opened it up. It was probably, like, a couple thousand dollars. Damn. So I'm by myself. I could have just put it in my pocket and walked away, but I was kind of, like, freaking out because, you know, you see a lot of things happen at apartment complexes. So we were in Liberian, which is kind of the area around the SeaTac airport. And I had, like, that week had my tires slashed. Kind of a scary place to be by yourself just because of the crime rate around there. So I thought, why would somebody leave this bag of money behind? I started getting paranoid, especially in a place that was very obvious. And so I worried about how this money had been acquired. Was it counterfeit? I didn't know. I talked myself out of taking it, and I turned in the money to the manager at the apartment complex. And when I went in to the office, it was just the manager and I in the office, right? And so nobody else knew about this money except the manager and myself. and so i turned it in said which apartment i found it in walked away um i don't even know