Which one?

The one where my father killed some guy, for the mob, with a pipe bomb, for a whopping $3500? (mid 70s, but still)

The one where my brother molested/raped my sister when she was 10 through 12 years old?

The one where to get me away from the brother/sister situation, mom shipped me off to live with aforementoned monster of a father where my then stepmother would beat the absolute shit out of me, for about 18 months?

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I suppose after something like that I should mention, I'm fine. I'm cynical as fuck, I smoke a shit ton of weed, I don't talk to any of my family, but I have a great job, a great apartment, a great Porsche, and I'm single. (/flex. ladies?) I laugh about my past, but it also certainly helps me appreciate what I've got, and share whatever I can.

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