Mike Myers, the youngest of three boys, was often the victim of practical jokes. His brothers frequently stripped him of his clothes, threw him into the hall outside their apartment, and locked the door. He found refuge with an Indian family down the hall and "learned to love curry."
"I was the punching bag," he recalled years later. "They'd say 'Hey Buddy...' Whenever it started 'Hey Buddy,' I knew I was drinking somebody's urine."