 Yeah, I was king of the fifth grade, dude. I mean, I don't know, was I good at hide-and-seek? They never found me. You should've seen my Legos, bro. I was gonna be an architect. The hustle was real, bro. Day in, day out. 8am, 3pm, learning. Like, what are the planets? Multiplication. What are the names of the bones? Those are all things I would've learned if I didn't drop out of fifth grade. I was reading at a sixth grade level. Didn't understand all of it, but the ambition, dude. The lunch room trades, legendary. I traded a KitKat bar for 20 ketchup packets and then I ate all the ketchup packets and I got really sick. We were party animals, dude. Nowadays, school's all about learning. Back then, it was about the prestige. It was about being a man. I was 10, but I was a man. Definitely top three fastest kids in my class. 05, legendary sixth grade basketball team. Could've made it to regionals two if Coach had put me in. Team did hang my jersey up from the rafters, though. I mean, they put all my clothes up there and left me naked in the gym because they were bullying me. And then the coach saw me naked and I had to drop out. Missed those days.