But I’ve never been arrested. Not once in me life, right? And I was stumbling along Speedway when I was living in Venice. And I was walking along. And I was fucking just like, stumbling like this, right? And there was a cop car that was just following me at my speed. And so you’re like – what do you do? If you run, then you’re in trouble, right? If you stop moving, you’re in fucking trouble. So you decide to just sort of steady-up your walk. Like, alright… Maybe this will be alright. And then the fucking cop car comes out and it was like, “wooo!” like this. And then I go, “me? Me?” “You wanna talk to me?” And the guy goes like this – he goes, “yeah, get in the back mate. You’re too drunk.” And I went – and I was right near my house. I was like, “but I just live… in that house there!” And he goes, “do ya, mate?” He didn’t say “mate.” He wasn’t an Australian cop. He goes – He goes, “do you?” And I say, “Yeah, that’s me house. I’m almost home. I’m almost home. I won’t be any trouble to anyone.” And he went, “oh yeah? Why don’t you go in your house?” And I was like, “alright.” And I walked up with a key. I walked up with the key and I put it in. They thought I was lying! No, it was my fucking house. The key turned and then I went, “wooo!” I have no idea why that’s an entertaining story, but – Evidently, it’s a relatable one.