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Her grandmother threw her out. She lived in a little 16‘x9’ shack by the roadside. I was born in that little shack.
I actually had a friend who referred to me as the Dark Angel of Death.
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
Sal got to me and he looked dead at me and said; “That kid’s a cry baby. He quit last year, I don’t want him.”
My Dad said; “But son, were you water baptized?” I said; “Yes I was Dad.” And he said; “Jeff, you’re not my son anymore. What you have done to your people, you are worse than Adolf Hitler.” He said; “You are no longer welcome...
There’s some sort of hole in your heart that you're still trying to get filled. You wish your Dad had said some wonderful things.
I was going to school as a little boy and a lady stopped me and asked, “Are you the son of…, and she called her name. I said, “Yes.” She said, “Come here. I want to show you somebody.” She then pointed and said, “I thi...
