You were raised in New York City and the lady who raised you was ready to kick you out, cold on the streets.

“Listen, you brat! You haven’t made me a penny in all of my years raising you! I’ve been providing for this house, the roof you comfortably live under and all I asked was for respect and you couldn’t even do that so you either you give me rent or get the hell out! Don’t even bother to get your stuff! I bought all of that so you’re not taking shit!” your mother screamed at you.