in prison. I had a guy never bothered me. I catched him tattooing one day. Did you pay for the whole tattoo already? He was like, "Yeah, but I already paid it. How much time you got left, dude?" He's like, "I'm up for parole in 8 months." I like, "All right, I've known you for a couple years. You've never bothered me." I took the motor out of the gun, kept the was like, "You guys deal with it. I'm not going to write I don't even know how to write you up. I care like don't die. Don't assault an officer. I don't care about petty. I don't see the guy after 2 weeks." So, I'm thinking, "All right, maybe he's getting pulled up somewhere." 2 months after that, I'm leaving my apartment and I hear somebody say, "What's up, Tadaldi?" And I'm like, "I'm in the real world. I have my doc pants on, but not my shirt." What the? No one even knows my last name here. This is just my neighbors. And I look over and it's the same guy with the tattoo crushing a 40, smoking a He's like, "We're good, bro. You don't got to worry about nothing." And he moved in two doors down from me. Everything's good over here. And I'm like, man, could have been a little bit different if I would have busted your balls about that tattoo