When I looked around the neighborhood, I found out that kids wasnt the only crooks. We was surrounded by crooks, and plenty of em was guys that were supposed to be legit, like the landlords and the storekeepers and the politicians and cops on the beat. All of em was stealin from somebody. And we had the real pros, the old Dons from the old country, with their big black cars and mustaches to match. We used to make fun of them behind their backs, but our parents were scared to death of them. The only thing is, we knew they was rich, and rich was what counted, because the rich got away with anythin'.
