Are you special?

Yes.

At 4.30, we have a special announcement.

Oh, isn't that sweet? 4.30 coming out of the program. Very special announcement. In the meantime, our question, why is sleep important to the story? 206-803 rocks. Sometimes special's good, sometimes bad. It really depends on the context of the word. Special forces badass. Yeah. You know? Other times, not so much. Not the compliment you want to get.

That kid's special.

I know I told this. forces badass yeah you know other times not so much not the compliment you want to get that kid's special

i know i uh i told this years ago man but uh early 20s like five of a share a house and one of the

things you always did as young men are prone to do you just play pranks on each other right whatever you're

going to do and our typical, everyone drank their face off,

whatever, go up to your room, go to sleep, pass out. And at that time, I just had a mattress on the

floor, had the sheets and all that. I'll wake up the next morning. And between my mattress and the

door to my bedroom, which is closed, there is a Rottweiler sleeping. Now, the big problem with this is I did not know anyone at the time that had a Rottweiler at all, okay? And certainly none of us that lived in the house did. So, I'm laying in bed and I'm being as quiet as I can, and I'm just laser focused on this dog that's sleeping directly in front of my doors. So it's not even like I could open the door without touching the Rottweiler and waking it up. And I'm going through my mind.

And I'm going through my mind and I'm mad at everyone in the house. Because first I'm like, Tony, you son of a bit. Nah, it's probably gonna be Paul. That's Leon. Leon's the guy. Then again, I'm like, but we don't know anyone with the Rottweiler, but it is in my room and it is sleeping and I'm laying in bed and at some point I need to get out of bed to go to work, but I don't know how to do this, right? Because I don't know if this dog is nice. I do not know if it's mean, but either way, I don't want to find out alone in my room. And there's really no way to open the door it's a big dog you don't want to have to wake

it up it is a very very large dog right and there it is dead asleep directly in front of my door

i could go out the window but i'm on the third floor of a row home right and even then you got 12 foot

ceiling so it's even higher than normal and there's no yard you've just dropped at the sidewalk so that's out so i didn't lay in bed i'm honestly got for like 45 minutes just staring at this thing like who snuck this in well i'm asleep where's this dog from and at this point it's no longer funny to me and i'm even going through my own head like i would not pull this prank on someone i might put aihuahua in front of the door, but I'm not putting a Rottweiler man. You know what I mean? And again, I don't know where it came from. After about 45 minutes, I slowly kind of slither off my mattress. I still don't want to touch the dog yet, but I'm trying to get a better view of it. and my relief when I realized it was my crumpled up black leather jacket.

Yeah.

It was not a do yet, but I'm trying to get a better view of it. And my relief, when I realized it was my crumpled up black leather jacket.

Yeah.

It was not a dog at all. It's just, but I don't, I don't know why I thought it was a dog. Maybe that's just kind of the shape it took. Obviously, I just pulled it off, threw it at my door, but the way it landed, it looked like a sleeping dog. and because of the size of the jacket the way it kind of bubbled up,

it looked huge, man.

So for 40,

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