They wanted me to start a dance class, so I went and got certified.

My roommate was black and he'd get me to dress up really nerdy and take me to the parties with the brothers. He'd put me in dance contests against the best dancer there. That's how we made our grocery money ... until people started recognizing me and didn't want to dance against me.

I had to quit my job and start staying home with the little guys. Two of them were babies at the time and when we moved here, I was basically Mr. Mom.