Grandma: “I don’t want to be responsible if you kill
somebody. I’m not signing any paperwork.”I took the driver’s ed class in school, and I did good.
I needed to be able to drive, because at that time I was
making money as a hype woman for Bar Mitzvahs, and most
of those were out where there wasn’t many bus routes. So I
had to get my social worker and a judge to sign that
paperwork, for me to be able to get my driver’s license.
I had the money to pay for the driving class and all of
that, because of the Bar Mitzvahs. I remember my grandma
was like:
Grandma: “Oh you think you just so smart, huh? You
just mguring out ways around everything, huh? You
think you so smart.”Tiffany: “Grandma, I’m going to be somebody. I’m
going to be something, and I know I’ve got to have a
car to do it.”Grandma: “You got that right, you do.”I never understood my grandma. She would be so
encouraging sometimes, and so mean at other times. I’d be
like, I don’t know who this bitch is. I don’t know if she here to
help me or she here to hurt me.
When I was eighteen, she put me out. She wasn’t getting
paid for me anymore, so she just put me out. I was just