I was eleven years old. In the projects. August, 174 degrees Fahrenheit. Playing basketball. My mother came out and said, "Do you know how hot it is... get in this house!" I said, "But Ma..." She said, "You do it!" I went in the house so mad, sat down hard on the sofa. Couldn't even breathe good.
My father came by, and I said, "Dad, Mom won't let me go out..." My father said, "You do what your mother says!" And I stood up, looked him in both eyes, and said, "I hate both of you!...