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  • My dad was 19. My bio mom was 15, but she was out of the picture pretty quickly. My grandparents hated her and paid her off to go away. That’s okay. I’ve seen how my half-siblings were raised and I had a life of much greater opportunity than she ever could’ve given me.

    My mom was 14. Guess I was about 3 when they married. She married him mainly for my benefit I think. He was good looking and had family money (not to be confused with wealth—I think he and my uncle split less than $2M after taxes when grandma died just before Covid.) but not much of a catch otherwise. I remember going to a lot of parties growing up. Being around a lot of drugs and alcohol, though my mom abstained for the most part.

    I never got into drugs at all or alcohol addiction. I’m fifty now and enjoy scotch and cigars but not often to excess. So I wouldn’t say that environment affected me other than I was always talking to adults so I had a pretty advanced vocabulary and view of the world.

    Growing up in the seventies able to run around the neighborhood ask I wanted was probably a much bigger influence. There were some fucked up things about my youth, but I think they were less fucked up than a lot of folks I know.