Can you imagine a guy breaking into your car and he steals your guitar case 'cause he thinks it's a guitar and he gets it home and opens it up and there's a rake inside it an electric toilet plunger and a dog skull? That actually happened.

In high school during marathon phone conversations cheap pizza dinners and long suburban car rides I began to fall for boys because of who they actually were or at least who I thought they might become.

They had some really cool rigged cars and things that were different that they would tow behind the camera car that were actually on these trailers that manipulated side to side and stuff like they were getting hit and actually put the actor right in the middle of the chase.

Once when I was 16 I had my car taken away from me for being past curfew. Oh and I said a bad word once and I actually did get my mouth washed out with soap.

So I remember when I was a kid I was waiting for my mom to come home when she was working late and you know I was like 'Oh my God what happened to her? Is she OK? Did something happen to her getting in the car?' I was a little kid. But those are actually early onsets of anxiety.

It's so funny looking back but my so-called overnight success actually took 15 years. I remember when I didn't have any money and my only car was mom's Hyundai.

The energy of the crowd is insane. Twenty thousand people. It's the biggest jolt of adrenaline. It's very hard to explain. You know the old story about the woman lifting the car off her kid? It's in that realm. You can actually hurt yourself and not know it.

I don't actually own a car.

Okay let's talk about cartoon labels for half a second - some people think anything with a dog or a car or a colorful alien is garbage which is not true. Look at Big Moose Red. It's like a $6 wine with a cheesy label and it's actually a solid wine.

Over my lifetime the car had actually transcended the fact that it is a car. It has become a venue.