We were punks, man. Shit. Groupies used to come up at night. No big thing, you know. Lay around naked. No names. What do we know? Dining in bed. Silver trays. Them wearing garter belts and stockings which we supplied which was not a cheap thing to do at that time however we did... so anyway, hey, man listen; Keith, Keith gets up one morning but he doesn't know morning. Day night, night day, he doesn't know. He wants to know if it's day or night, you, know? What the hell? I mean, you know. So he...