Jeffrey Seller

And then he was in a motorcycle accident on I-94 in between Detroit and Kalamazoo, which caused brain damage, aphasia, a kind of dementia, and disenabled him from working.

Our family wound up on welfare, and we lost our nice house in our nice neighborhood.

And we had to move to this neighborhood that the kids called Cardboard Village because the houses were made of those shingles, those tar shingles instead of bricks.

And instead of having basements, they were built on these 800-square-foot slabs of concrete.

You know, one teeny bathroom, maybe a carport, but certainly no garage.

And...

And that was the neighborhood where I grew up, ultimately.

Yeah.

So they'd like they would like tease you and say, you know, this is Michigan.

So they tease you and say, how you have nowhere to go.

Where do you go if there's a tornado?

And I would go, I don't know.

Summons, subpoenas, all the different court orders to people in trouble.

Well, I have this, like, very strong memory of him like, come on, go serve papers with me.

And I didn't want to.

I didn't like it.

I didn't like going to these neighborhoods that were far from our house and leaving, you know, the house.

But he wanted my company so badly, so I would say yes.

And I remember once going to this one neighborhood where, you know, the house doesn't look that different from ours.

It actually might have been a little bigger.