 I mean, I ended up having a severed artery and I got through the first three layers of my scone. I think there's only five, so two more layers and I would have been dead, you know? But I- Holy shit, oh my God. And I'm waking up and I'm looking around and bro, there's like so many fucking people and nobody's helping, everybody's just on the sidewalk taking pictures and taking videos and shit. For a 13 year old kid, I was like, wow, this is like crazy and I hear people screaming, get the fucking machete, get the machete. And I guess they were thinking, my mom was gonna pick it up or do something more. Like they don't know who did it or whatever, but everybody's just sitting here like fucking taking pictures, taking videos and you know, eventually I, you know, when I covered my head or whatever and was able to stop the bleeding, I guess I got some of my consciousness back and my mom was freaking out, so I was trying to calm her down. You know, to be honest, I felt fine at the time. Wow. It was like, you know, after all the, everything felt crazy, but I really didn't feel any.