i am wapitiastic, you know, i am on "soul train." and if you just pressed the wrong button, it was like pow. just a nuclear explosion would occur in me, and that's what happened with do cornelius. he turned me and pulled me and yanked me inappropriately, and i freaked out. and i just started swinging and started grabbing things and the first thing i grabbed was a piece of kentucky fried chicken. it was a low point. i was beyond embarrassed. i was still walking out with this pathetic bravado like i don't care. i don't care. by the time i got in the car, i started crying. i felt like an idio. >> you threw a chicken wing at don cornelius's forehead. >> it was embarrassing and so wrong. i thank you goodness we were able to make up before husband passing. way before his passing. and, you know, but that's what i mean. it's like am i really enjoying my life? if i am this person holding on to this anger from the past, am i really enjoying my life? no. >> do you think the temper was innate in you? was that something you had as a kid or as a r