On mom’s side, her dad shooting another would-be robber in the groin while he had him in a headlock.

why are people always trying to rob us?

Some dangers we pursued, like pops chasing dude in L.A.

Remember how he describes it?

slow motion

he saw the guy in the car first, then the gun, and he said “you don’t want to do that” while giving himself a split second to jump out of the way

Didn’t dodge a bullet that time though, did he?

Although it passed right through him an inch below his heart, exiting out his back without hitting anything but soft tissue.

lucky for us

The bullets we dodge

The stories we tell ourselves about who we are.

What other earlier memories are there? Watching the Lakers with pops from our crib.

Learning how to escape said crib. We never did like cages did we?