When was the first time you realized your childhood home was not like other homes?
I realized this fairly early, because for the first seven years of my life I lived in a house/barbershop. The barbershop was in the front, and if you walked through the main office, there would be a living room, two bedrooms, and a kitchen. The set up was untraditional, but very fun. I had great hair during that time, too. Awkwardly, the building was also a bar. It went like this: bottom floor/basement, bar. Top floor, barbershop and house. My mother's boyfriend at the time owned the entire complex, and did a combination of bar tending and haircutting. Never at the same time though.