I was walking down the street, at age five or six. There was a baseball field at the bottom of the street and I saw my best friend's father walking up the street, with his baseball uniform on. He was the coach of the Suburban Baseball team for my area. He was carrying a small child in his arms, his head wrapped in a bloody towel. He had been hit in the head with a thrown bat.

Sorry, I totally misread the question.

Are you gonna smoke another cigarette?