Growing up Martin

Adopted, Phillipino comic Nick Patrillo was performing his set and talking about how great it was growing up in a white household. It wasn't the gum drop clouds and unicorns giving you a ride to elementary school that he described, but it was pretty awesome. Granted you may not grow up with some of the amenities of other families, like hugs and acknowledgments of good grades and other positive behaviors. But you did have the autonomy to run around the neighborhood until the street lights came on, you got an allowance for doing mundane things like making your own bed, and you were encouraged to do girly things like get your nails, hair, and Glamour Shots done. Growing up Martin was, in a way, growing up with two parents who suffered from Aspberger's Disease, yet shelled out money with random aplomb as long as I left them alone. If that's all you know, then that becomes your norm. Even today I would gladly trade in a half-hearted I love you for a Barbie Dream House.