So, we move to LA. My father gets a job at the palm restaurant,. My uncle Junior works there, who is a Jehovah's Witness believe it or not. He went from Catholic to Jehovah. So basically, my grandmother wanted us all to switch from Catholic to Jehovah. You know, meanwhile we're from Harlem. My father's doin' coke. You know, my mother thinks she's Aunt Margret, she's teasin' the hair with a bottle of vodka. You know, so dysfunctional cross-addicted family, still cookin' pasta on Sundays um and uh...
...and the meatballs, they wind up bein' burnt. You know, it just got so dysfunctional, it got pretty bad.