Rougher than you're picturing. My dad died when I was nine, trying to stop a couple rival gangs from shooting each other up. He was a minister. That kind of rough. That was the first time I went to live in Atlanta for a while.

[So he never knew his birth parents, or his twin sister, and his adopted parents died when he was six? It's starting to come together a little bit, why Sam is picking up so much "don't get close to me" static.] How've things been with your sister, then? You two lean on each other these days, or are you still mostly standing on your own?