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And he's got a burn on his chest from a cigarette because he's kicking his ass.

And they took him to the hospital.

The hospital kicked him back into the alley.

There was no understanding.

He's a junkie.

Right.

The guy goes to light him another cigarette.

I'm 13 years old and I'm looking over going, this isn't going to end well.

There's a woman walking around with nothing on but a pair of underwear and a little wife beater t-shirt with her boobies moving.

I hadn't seen boobies yet.

I mean, I saw National Geographic.

I hadn't even seen Playboy.

And Frankie trades the needles and all that.

One needle for one joint.

As we walked out of there, I go, he isn't the business mind here.

You know, I may be naive, but.

And that was the start of my entry into seeing the seedier side of the world, the drug world.

So my mother decides to move us from New Orleans to get a, for whatever reason, she was from New York.

There was more New Yorkers in Florida.

She felt that Florida was a better place to go against drugs and crime.