Venice Beach

Mom dressed me up and took me to a Venice Beach motel to see my father for the first time. Or at least, it was the first time that I could remember.  I was four or five and over the moon with excitement.

My father was an alcoholic and drug addict. He was white and my mother was black.

This is my story.


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