Young, Gifted and Biracial
N.B. If you’re my Mom skip this one.
I met my father when I was 23 years old. He was renting an apartment in Northport, AL. He was sitting in his kitchen drinking cooking sherry. And when it’s the first time you’ve met your father, and he offers you a drink of cooking sherry, you fucking drink the goddamn cooking sherry.
I immediately figured out why I was a big guy. My father is a tower of a man. Long arms, wide shoulders, and at 6' 7", I only come up to his chest. I figured out why I have big feet: he’s a size 16. This was a big…