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Saul had found a pair of leather pants in a Dumpster by his grandmother’s building. We cleaned them up, and he let me borrow them. I was the only kid wearing leathers at that time. I thought it looked very cool, especially with my long blond hair.

It was a look, however, that could not have been less popular with my parents. I tried to be optimistic about my return home, and so did they. Jamie was so happy I was back and for that first day, for that first meal together, I knew how much a family’s love could mean.

Their demands were minimal and, in hindsight, pretty reasonable. They just wanted me to be a normal son. They asked that I be in by six o’clock for dinner and stay home evenings during the week. They asked me to keep my room in decent shape and clean up after myself in the kitchen and bathroom.

Almost immediately there were a few ominous signs. I was forty-five minutes late for the second dinner we had together. I blamed it on Saul. I told them I didn’t have a watch and had asked Saul to let me know when it was five thirty, but he spaced and by the time I remembered what they said, it was already six thirty.

But hell, I was used to not coming home at all. When I walked in, it was very uncomfortable at the table. Mom had insisted they wait until I came home to eat and had tried to keep dinner warm in the oven, but the chicken ended up being all dried out. It tasted like sawdust and only served to increase the tension in the air.

Mom kept saying, “Why can’t you come home on time? That’s all we ask. Why can’t you come home on time?” And Mel was all, “Stop hurting us. Stop hurting your mother. Look what you’re doing to her. This has got to stop.”