Lack of obvious trauma aside, Caleb might have a differing opinion on the way Vincent grew up - that feeling of never knowing quite where a person's feet are going to land, for instance - but then he'd consider his own adolescence pretty normal, too. His parents drank, so what? Everyone's parents drank, in Canaryville, and no one ever hit him, either; even the time he broke his nose was an accident.
Sometimes not even hindsight is 20-20 in that regard. Caleb here proves his typist's point without trying: "My friends back home used to tell me--" he affects some exaggeration here, although not ...much, aside from the dramatic gesturing, "'C-note, that bitch be crazy,' and then, you know, six weeks later I'd be taking my car to the body shop for arson damage."
.....uh.
"So what I'm saying," he notes this without a trace of sheepishness, speaking of not being particularly private, "is I guess I dig intense, although I'm guessing me and your friend have different definitions."