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When I was growing up, my father was a very angry man, even irate at times. I didn’t think anything of it. It was normal to me, that’s how I grew up. People would always say, “He’s Italian.” Like that somehow made it acceptable. I remember times when we would be driving, just me and him, and someone would cut him off. My dad would chase that person down, have them pull over, and he…

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