So we move to LA my father gets a job at the Palm restaurant. My uncle junior works there, who was 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. We’re, my father’s doing coke, you know, my mother thinks she’s Anne Margaret. She’s teasing the hair with a bottle of vodka, you know, soap. Dysfunctional cross addictive family. Still cooking pasta on Sundays and the meatballs, they wind up being burns. But, you know, it just got so dysfunctional. It got pretty bad.