I grew up in Brooklyn, NY in the sixties and seventies.
My family was somewhat untraditional, but who knew? My mother was a compulsive gambler whose moral sense was somewhat, uh, disconnected. She raised me and my two younger brothers alone, and it's amazing that we are all socially acceptable men. Not necessarily good men, not mentally healthy men, but…
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