LRW: My father passed when I was home in '87, my mom's still living. She worked at the city jail for years, a correctional officer over there, retired from there, well respected. She got her house, nice cars, all that. She did wonderful. My father, he worked on soda trucks, manual labor, things like that. They was together for mostly all my childhood years. We was a good family, in the way poor people was back in the day. We wasn't really dirt poor, I never lived in the projects, but we was close. There was eight of us children, eventually, so you know that's fun right there. You don't need a Playstation with that. When I came home from Boys Village, they was divorced, my father was gone. You know, big family, he couldn't take care, he couldn't be the man he wanted to be. We was real tight when he passed, though.