I was 23, working lunches as a waiter at Giorgio’s Restaurant just outside of Boston—and I got asked out by a 40-year-old recovering cocaine addict with three kids who was on parole for punching another woman. She wanted me to go to a karaoke bar with her. Her youngest son used to come in to get Cokes to go—he’d always flatten his dollar bills out before he’d give them to me—so that they didn’t have any wrinkles in them. His mother said that growing up in a crack house will do that to a person.


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