 the seventies. And I thought, how could I ever, you know, make my daddy proud or my mama proud or any of my friends proud. And one day, uh, someone escaped from prison and, uh, we were best friends. They called us salt and pepper. And he started running because as one of his family members died and he was going to the funeral, no matter what. And the Lieutenant was running behind us with a 38 was going to shoot us both. And when he saw me grab him,