![]() One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home.They're like the police department for wiseguys. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's what the FBI could never understand. And all they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. And it was tribute, just like in the old country, except they were doing it here in America. Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they made.The way I saw it everybody takes a beating sometime. He knew what went on at that cab stand, and every once in a while I'd have to take a beating.Paulie might've moved slow, but it was only because Paulie didn't have to move for anybody.In the summer when they played cards all night, nobody ever called the cops. They double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody ever gave them a ticket. To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. It was there that I knew that I belonged. Even before I first wandered into the cabstand for an after-school job, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the United States. As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster. ![]() I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I have to wait around like everyone else.
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