I dread handshakes. I’ve got some problems with my hands, and everywhere I go, people want to impress me with their grip. To make it worse, now women are coming up with that firm shake. So I’ll say, “Gimme five!” If a boy wants a handshake, I’ll just give him a hug. I grew up in the Fifth Ward of Houston — the Bloody Fifth, we called it. Every weekend someone got killed.