My father wasn’t raised by a family, he was raised by a pack of wolves in Greenwich, Connecticut. The man of the house was nuttier than a fruitcake, and the kids were raised to grow up and become royal screw-ups. This nuclear family was a match made in hell, to say the very least. Love, compassion, and understanding, were not in full bloom in this setting. A microcosm of mayhem, could be said to be on display, a cacophony of disharmony ruled this so-called family circle.

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