I went to a convent in upstate New York for a summer. The nuns wanted me to get outside more but changed their minds after I kept climbing trees and they couldn't find me.

[ Ah, yes, the idyllic days of growing up in a Catholic orphanage as an angry, sullen, pre-teen. Good times. ]

It was awhile before I left Hell's Kitchen after that. [ He turns his head towards the sounds and smells of the goats. ]

Do you think they're progressive enough to let a blind man use power tools?