they’d wake me up at midnight, and
we’d drive all the way back out to
Eden Park and crash. Then pretty
soon it was “We’re running late. Go
sleep in a car, and we’ll wake you
for school in the morning.” We
started sleeping at the garage. At
first it was one or two nights a
week, then three or four. Then my
mom sold the house and put that
money into the business as well.
She went all in. She gave up
everything for him.
From that point on we lived in
the garage. It was a warehouse,
basically, and not the fancy,
romantic sort of warehouse hipsters