When I graduated from university, I struggled to find work. To make ends meet, I performed odd jobs - voiceover work, sold insurance, and even drove a cab in a city near the East Coast a few years back. One of the scariest things that happened was as I was driving around, I saw a teenagers' basketball game get pretty intense. One of the kids was arguing a call made by a few thugs - it was a bad idea from the start, the kid was outnumbered and what's worse is when the fight started escalating, one of the kids pulled out a knife! I got on my phone to dial the police but as I was about to hit the ""call"" button on my phone some older lady comes rushing onto the court. It turns out it was one of the kid's mothers - the one who was outnumbered, she grabbed him and started screaming at him but I couldn't understand what she was saying. I breathed a sigh of relief - at least the kid was safe. Months later, I decided to move out to LA for a while because I figured the city I was in was a bit too dangerous for my tastes. My first day on the job I drive near LAX and some tall African-american kid flags me down. The kid gets in the cab. To my surprise, it was the exact same kid from the east coast who was being yelled at by his mom!! Astounded, I turned to the kid to ask him why he was in LA, but before I could say anything he sticks his arm out the window and yells, ""Yo homes, to Bel Air!! Anyway, he rapped the entire way to his destination and I never got a chance to talk to him.