Andrew Gifford

“Once, John confronted a neighbor whose son had kicked a ball into the backyard. The boy’s mother apologized profusely and asked for the ball back, but John punctured it and threw it away. He warned that worse would happen if anything like that occurred again. Then he leaned back, cleared his sinuses, and hocked into the mother’s face. That boy, now in his fifties, sat with me in a bar and broke down into tears as he related the story.”
― Andrew Gifford, We All Scream: The Fall of the Gifford's Ice Cream Empire

“My mother told me that I shouldn’t trust anyone. I wasn’t to speak to strangers, or leave the hotel room, or get out of the boat. If anyone spoke to me, she said, I must not forget that they were “the enemy.” She told me that everyone out there—“a world full of strangers”—wanted to “steal” me. Because we were famous, my father would chime in. Mom would nod and say that they would “brutally rape and torture” me. I learned three rules: trust no one, speak to no one, and tell no one your name.”
― Andrew Gifford, We All Scream: The Fall of the Gifford's Ice Cream Empire