So, yeah, so my dad was a deputy juvenile probation officer, right, and we had this punk ass kid down the street from a broken family. He didn't have a dad in his life, so my father would invite this kid over for dinner. But this kid abused me to no end. He used to shoot me with a BB gun when I got off the school bus at the end of the day. I'd have to run from tree to tree avoiding getting shot.