You must have been very scared.
I don't, I think the only thing I was afraid of in Chicago was going home at night. We lived in a fourth story walk-up flat on 16th and Hamlin and it was a corner where all the junkies hung out, and I knew that, you know, somebody could stick a knife in you for $50 and not even worry about it. And coming back home every night, it, I guess we were taught not to be afraid of dying for a purpose. So if I'd been killed in a demonstration, I, you know, that's a blessing in a way, in some ways an honor. But to be killed by a junkie in an alley was a humiliation, you know? I mean, and so, I think that was the only, that was my biggest fear.