 Next one's from Perrin Wilson from LaValle. Perrin, where are you? I'm there. How are you? Nice to meet you. You're right, skinny. I feel I and others owe you an apology. That's a hell of a start. Last time you did this, we pummeled you with questions about our reunion, more live shows, or maybe a residency. All the while you were internalizing a terrible reality of the fact that your dear friend and our hero Neil would not be one for this world. On behalf of all of us, sincere condolences and a heartfelt apology. Given this, my question is a simple one. How are you doing? That's a wonderful question. You figure out a way to deal with it, to carry on. Because the person you lost wouldn't want you not to carry on. He wouldn't want you to be stuck in your tracks. Neil was ill and you'd go to visit him. We would want to talk about his illness and he wouldn't want to talk about it. He would just say, mustn't grumble. You're as stoic as hell. Right to the end, mustn't grumble. And if you wanted to ask him about his treatments or anything, he'd say, oh, I'm not talking about that. And he would prefer to laugh. He would prefer for Alex and I to make him laugh. And nobody made him laugh more than Alex from his raw, wild humor. Or me making fun of Alex. He really liked that. So when I make fun of Alex here, I'm carrying on a tradition in Neil's name. But I'm doing well. This book really, writing this book was very cathartic for me. I feel like once I'm finished this period of my life where I'm doing this odd thing talking to you and talking to different people on stage, maybe I'll get back to my day job. Time will tell.