The taxi driver was getting on my fucking nerves, he looked like gonzo in 20 years time and kept rattling on about how many cabs he had totalled. The last one paying for his trip to Mexico. I spoke perfect English and he still kept saying pardon and just didnt understand a fucking word I was saying. Still Sin bought me some nice presents
some maps to find my way about and a lovely claw hammer .. good weight too
Every house needs a hammer for those unexpected visitors late at night