This past week was a pretty rough one if I’m being honest.
I’ve been a little homesick for Long Island where I grew up, and I finally got to visit--just not for the reason I would have wanted.
I was born in Los Angeles, but I was raised on Long Island, New York, in a place called Farmingville. I lived on a road called Falcon Court where there were two families who we would become familiar with.
This kid named Tommy was friends with my brother as well as a kid named Nelson. They were all best friends and, honestly, I hated them. I was quite the bully in those days--something I severely regret--and I made them pay for their crimes of “having fun without me” on a constant basis.
See complete story in the Journal Record.