No nice men are good at getting taxis.

When I was 15 my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car but I found them. That month I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city racing the taxis.

I've worked as a labourer driven taxis and school buses and been a car mechanic - whatever I could do just to get by. But it does mean that I know a little bit about a lot of things.