is an affable shrink who spent his professional building-equity-years in South Central L.A. where he tested mostly Growing-Up-While-Black kids. He then reared three of his own, confounding professional peers no end. As a child, unable to evade gawkers, he became a Give-em-something-to-REALLY-stare-at Class Clown. Following a UCLA BA a USC Ph.D. and countless
"Robert-it's-time-to-go-home!" looks from his sweet bride of 38-years, age morphed shtick into a marginally dignified persona. Dr. Bawb resides in an otherwise decent neighborhood, drives a power SpazMobile, wears garish shirts, Pittsburgh Steeler baseball caps, Nigerian worry beads -much as he did during the hopelessly lost "building equity years."
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