Ever been on a schedule and realized you forgot your piece at home? What a feeling of helplessness! I traveling in my home town and still had a piece in the car, but it stayed in the car when I went into places. So I still felt helpless part of the time. Very comparable to Samson with a fresh buzz cut, I’d suppose. You watch the crowd very differently when you know you’re equals or perhaps even worse, lesser. I’m reunited now and doing good. Perhaps before the never haves jump in, I forgot my cell phone at home a few days ago too. It is, perhaps considered by some, pretty darn important in a safety aspect as well. So I guess I’m losing it or living on the edge. Anyways, been carrying since my 18th birthday, so I’m so used to the feeling that sometimes you forget in the subconscious to differentiate carrying and not carrying. Maybe?