REAL TALK from KB: So, I've been thinking, yes, I do use my dome for something other than a hat rack from time to time….
Being a kid from the Lower East-side of B-lo (Buffalo) comes with its own set of blessings and problems. I’ll save the discussion of the blessings for another day. I’m going to discuss the problems….
Growing up poor, the streets teach you that all you have to command and demand respect because that’s all you have. Then add the crap-tacular message of seeing domestic violence on a regular basis and you have a very good recipe for a disastrous life.
I was an aggressive child. I wasn't a bully…I didn't go out and seek fights; I fought because I had a warped sense of getting respect. I had a very black and white sense of right and wrong. I fought because I was taught, nature and nurture, that’s how you get people to respond.
Flash forward to adulthood….I have not put mitts on anyone in a long while but I still have to mentally check myself because my first response is to go bats**t. I still have to check my words and remind myself that someone is on the receiving end.
I have no right, nor do I want to leave anyone with any type of emotional baggage or scars because I cannot control myself. I've spent too many years managing and healing from the PTSD of my youth.
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