When I was a kid, they made us practice hiding under our desks in the event of a nuclear attack because, you know, school desks are super good at repelling radiation. Mr. Green, Mr. Green, right, remember in elementary school there was this special guest who defected from the Soviet Union and he had like this crazy Russian accent and he kept going on about how Reagan should spit in Gorbachev's face instead of signing treaties with him? And I was like, whoa, dude, calm down, you're in a room full of third graders. And then for months afterward on the playground we'd play Reagan-Gorbachev and spit in each other's faces. Those were the days. Sometimes I forget that you're me, me from the past. Yeah, it's just really nice to talk to you and feel like you're listening.