(2/4) “We didn’t really have any struggles. We had all the...

(2/4) “We didn’t really have any struggles. We had all the newest things: color television, Atari, those big ass cellphones. My dad had a limousine service that drove us to school. And we always went to private Catholic schools. I’d come back wearing my uniform and all my friends would make fun of me. I even had a horse on Long Island named Apples. Each of my siblings had a horse. Mine liked apples so I named him fucking Apples. That was our life. But then one day my parents decided to go legit. I was seventeen or eighteen at the time. They sat us down one Saturday afternoon at the big glass table in the living room. You know how Caucasian people do Sunday dinner? No disrespect, but that was Saturday afternoon for us. They sat us down and told us they were stopping everything. And they did. No more drinking, no more drugging. They sold all the businesses. Both of them worked regular jobs for the next 25 years. My dad became a train driver and my mom became a drug counselor. They told us they wanted to set an example for us. They told us they didn’t want us getting involved in drugs. But that was all we’d ever known.”