 My parents were both heroin addicts and crack cocaine addicts, and they started to get arrested around the time that I was in second grade, so social services began coming around the house, and they would sort of train me to explain that my mother made me breakfast every morning and my father made me wear a helmet when I was riding a bike, you know, things like this to just express that they were completely responsible. They weren't, but, you know, I did love them, and I figured that staying with them would be better than getting put into foster care.