So, we moved to LA. My father gets a job at the palm restaurant. My uncle Junior works there, who was a Jehovah's witness, believe it or not. He went from catholic to Jehovah. So basically my grandmother want us all to switch from catholic to Jehovah. You know meanwhile, meanwhile we're from Harlem. My father's doing coke, you know my mother thinks she's aunt Margaret. She's teasing the hair with a bottle of vodka, you know? So dysfunctional, cross addicted family. Still cooking pasta on Sundays. Um and uh and the meatballs, they wind up being burnt. Like, you know just got so dysfunctional. It got pretty bad.