My old man, Bobby Travello, was the meanest mother fucker you ever met – if you got on his bad side. Don’t get me wrong, he never beat me or my brother. Nothing like that. He was just the type of guy who didn’t let anyone get away with anything that either disrespected him or anyone he gave a shit about. The kind of person we all wish we could be, but we’re too big of pussies. None of this means that I ever wanted to grow up and be like him – not at all. He was a miserable, penniless bastard, w...