On my job I end up jumping out of planes. Last week I got in an 18-wheeler and drove down a runway onto a skid track. The week before that they put me in a car and sunk me to the bottom of a lake to see if I could escape without an oxygen tank.
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.
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In L.A. I don't really want to go out because traffic sucks so bad. I'm sorry I'm not going to spend five hours a day in my car so you have to choose where you live very carefully.
