Asleep, He Looked A Lot Younger Than

My Mother Was Physically And Emotionally Abusive. My Father Was An Extremely Cold Man.

We Had Played A Kid's Version Of Gang Fighting Called "civil War," And Then Later We Had Got In On The Real Thing, We Fought With Chains And We Fought Barefisted And We Fought Socs And We Fought Other Grease Gangs. It Was A Normal Childhood.

Sixteen Years On The Streets And You Can Learn A Lot. But All The Wrong Things, Not The Things You Want To Learn. Sixteen Years On The Streets And You See A Lot. But All The Wrong Sights, Not The Things You Want To See.

Nothing Can Wear You Out Like Caring About People

You Still Have A Lot Of Time To Make Yourself Be What You Want. There's Still Lots Of Good In The World. Tell Dally. I Don't Think He Knows.