That's right. Every day there was something out there for you to see. The junk man, he had a story. The milkman, he didn't say nothing. The ice man, he had a story. He'd tell you, selling ice. But it was always something in the street. When the city woke up, they had all this [expletive deleted] going on. Oh. I shouldn't say that on . . . That's the jazz . . . So what?