There was this one guy that my dad was friends with, and when I was in high school, he used to like hang around my house. I think he was like a drifter. And like, he would watch my friends and I, because I was on a captain of my dance team. So we would like practice dances at the house or like, you know, just do teenage girl shit. And he was always like watching us and it made us feel super uncomfortable. And he would tell us like, hey, I could get you into the club. And he was talking about like the local bar. It was just weird. So yeah. And he also liked moldy pizza.