- - i don t knknow how to dese jerry jacobson. jerry had a way about him. they re either gonna love him, or they re gonna hate him. there s no in-between. he couldld snap inin a millisecocond anand you don t even know why he snapped. my kids s did not get alalong with h him. he laid hands on em more times than i knew about. [dramatic c music] - jejerry jacobson was actually my stepfather. you know, he was prone to have a short, short, fuse and a a pretty badad temper. ththe most vivid memory y i hav: we werere in the b basement. i i can t rememember what the i issue was.. seememed insigninificant to me atat the time.e. and jerrrry justst kind of l lost it. he pickeked my brother up by the h head and wawas, li, bouncicing his heaead off the e. and d i was in t the room juju. kikind of more scared and hopig it didn t turn towards me cauause i didn n t understatat at the timime. - i i stepped inin between t m and d i told micichael, my oldesest one, to r run out thehe front