Listen to me when I tell you, I was Forrest Gump, at least for a while. But it got old fast, faster than I could run. So instead I got a new gig. I purchased this top hat off a dead man. I had over-analyzed his position, but still there was an obvious death pattern. But now, I do not want anybody else following me. I am sick of that old Clapper man, looks like dog whistle himself — Clapper man has evolved since retirement, and replicating.