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I was a good kid. My parents, who hailed from Trinidad and Tobago, raised me and my older brother in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. I was actually the first member of my family to be born an American citizen. We were never rich, but I remember Christmas' when it seemed like we were. My parents argued and fought but always made up. When I was six years old my folks had a huge fight and my Mom kicked my Dad out. My brother stayed with my mother and I moved out with my dad. Despite their differences, my parents maintained a civil relationship; it's just too bad I had to take that trip back to bachelorhood with the old man. We moved so much that it seemed like every school year we had a new address. My mother was a small business owner a...