"D'fuck you doin here white boy?"
This section chronicles my life from the day my family arrived in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, in July, 1992, until the day we left for San Diego, California, in June, 1996.
We left NY because my dad joined the Navy and was accepted to medical school at UNC. He was 34 years old, by far the oldest guy in his class. Our family lived in "Student Family Housing" on the UNC campus, in a tiny apartment that was roughly the same size as a Chevy Suburban XLT. Our clothes came from the flea market and Goodwill, our family car rarely worked and was never newer than '85, but we never felt poor because we were always happy. My parents made a great life for us, and yet I always pioneered a path to trouble.
I did anything I could to fit in with the black culture, which I didn't understand, and often failed.
My stories from this era will likely fall into the following categories:
Playing in the woods with the neighborhood kids, making forts, and defending them with Nerf guns.
Catching wild animals and learning the hard way not to catch wild fucking animals.
Getting embarrassed on the basketball court by the black kids.
Trying to fit in with the black culture. (AKA- trying to act black)
My earliest musical influences- Madonna, Disney, Dr. Dre, Adam Sandler, and Ace of Base- and the distressing moments when I exposed my musical taste to my ultra-conservative father.
We left NY because my dad joined the Navy and was accepted to medical school at UNC. He was 34 years old, by far the oldest guy in his class. Our family lived in "Student Family Housing" on the UNC campus, in a tiny apartment that was roughly the same size as a Chevy Suburban XLT. Our clothes came from the flea market and Goodwill, our family car rarely worked and was never newer than '85, but we never felt poor because we were always happy. My parents made a great life for us, and yet I always pioneered a path to trouble.
I did anything I could to fit in with the black culture, which I didn't understand, and often failed.
My stories from this era will likely fall into the following categories:
Playing in the woods with the neighborhood kids, making forts, and defending them with Nerf guns.
Catching wild animals and learning the hard way not to catch wild fucking animals.
Getting embarrassed on the basketball court by the black kids.
Trying to fit in with the black culture. (AKA- trying to act black)
My earliest musical influences- Madonna, Disney, Dr. Dre, Adam Sandler, and Ace of Base- and the distressing moments when I exposed my musical taste to my ultra-conservative father.