well played, bro

So we move 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 wanted us all to switch from Catholic to Jehovah, you know? Meanwhile, we're from Harlem; my father's doing coke, you know; my mother thinks she's Ann Margaret; she's teasing her 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- they wind up being burnt, you know? It just got so dysfunctional. It got pretty bad.

nice awp

Who says games are just games?

Looking for a worthy opponent.

+rep amazing aim