I had this tendency, for some reason, when I was a kid to young adult, I would always - whenever I was on vacation of any kind, I would get sick or injure myself. Whenever I had a birthday, I was in terrible shape. I skateboarded backwards into a Dumpster and bruised my kidney on my birthday and I couldn’t walk. I had my appendix out on another birthday. I was in a coma on my birthday - no, no, I was in the hospital. I came out of the coma already. So that was an exaggeration. That was memorable. Well, part of it wasn’t. There was amnesia. I was riding my bike, believe it or not, to a doctor’s appointment. There was a quick release on the front wheel of the bike, and I had left it loose, I guess. I went over this little bump in the road coming down a big hill, and the force jammed down on the tire, and I flipped over so fast that my hands didn’t come off the handle bars. I just kept spinning at the speed the wheel had been spinning. So the tops of my wrists were scraped, and I landed on my face really bad. My face was swollen like this, and there was gravel and pavement stuck in the flesh of my face. They scoured it out with these brushes in the hospital. And they were like, “You are never going to look like a normal human being again.” They brought in a plastic surgeon and all this stuff. All I have is this sort of like pavement tattoo under one eye. *Indicates left eye* Very subtle. It worked out fine. Oh, the other part of that which was memorable aside from the fact that I didn’t remember a lot of things was that I rolled off to the side of the road, and I was just writhing around. I was wearing shorts and no shirt, and I was just writhing around in pain until somebody drove by to help me. And then it turns out later that I was rolling around in a poison ivy patch. So when I was in the hospital, my skin just like bubbled up. It was like pussing in itchy blisters. I was very miserable that birthday.