Sure. One of the things about that conversation...I know because I have some previous experience in the program of recovery, that it's an accepted thing that someone who is involved in drug addiction or alcoholism, it's an accepted thing in the recovery circles that I've always been in—that people usually don't try to make a change in their life until things fall apart, which is the bottom out experience or the the change, you know, change experience. Mine, I actually had a few in my life, I had three big ones, all of which resulted in a certain amount of non-drug use. But, you know, today I'm sitting here with five and a half years of sobriety of clean time under my belt. And so when I look back at the previous two- there's a huge qualitative difference, then, now than then. So I would have to say that the the third time I hit bottom was truly the bottoming out experience that we talked about in that conversation. And what it was, was some, I had, had the second psychotic break that I'd had while I was using. I had two during my years of using, and it scared the crap out of me, absolutely terrified me. And my best friend was present at the time as well. And it scared him which actually made it even harder on me seeing how he reacted to it. And the, the psychotic break, which, in meth-using circles is unfortunately not an uncommon thing to talk about, because people have experienced it before. My experience of it both times was, I consciously, I wasn't aware of what was going on. I was functioning in the world, I was in my home, the first psychotic break, apparently, I had a handyman in, who came in and did some some work in my apartment, because when I came out, my guess, you could turn into blackout, but it was, I mean, I've never had an alcoholic blackout. So I don't know how they compare. But I was functioning enough to let somebody to my apartment and explain to them what I wanted done so..wow. And the second psychotic break I had, like I said, my best friend who was present, my best friend at the time, and he was a using buddy of mine as well. I remember that I woke up, I mean, woke up, quote, unquote, because I never really was asleep, I just was checked out...The second one, it was vaguely aware snippets of memory of what was going on. Until I came fully conscious, I was sitting in the bathtub in the bathroom, with the light off, giggling hysterically. And I have a memory of a vision of the universe breaking down into its component parts. And the component parts when they got small enough for all me. Which anybody in twelve step rooms that have a field day with because one of the things we talked about is that we have huge egos, so there you are. So I came out of that and went into one of the bedrooms in the apartment at the time and my best friend was in there. And he had some things that he was storing at my place. And he was busily packing them all up. And he looked at me with this terrified look on his face that I'd never seen before. And he said, I don't know what was going on with you for the last twenty-four hours, but I need to go. And it's scared me because I've never seen that look on his face. And I haven't since.