The Story of My Grandfather

My father drowned when I was three years old. My mother remarried a very violent man, and I got my first feeding the first week that they were together. So, I really didn't have a father in my life, most of his life, but my grandfather became my father. He owned one of the very first service stations in the Bay Area. His idea of raising me was to be with me. No, no, not be with me, me be with him.