Now the Tombs, like the name says, are so horrible that they had to close it down. Today it doesn`t exist and people go in the electric chair and all that.
I moved up over Lower East Side and I was adopted by eight foster parents; I lived all over New York City with these parents, man, till I was about ten years old.
They, that unnamed "they," they`ve knocked me down but I got up. I always get up-and I swear when I went down quite often I took the fall; nothing moves a mountain but itself. They, I`ve long ago named them me.
My father went into the armed service and I never saw my mother - I don`t know what happened to her.
The other guy I dug a lot was Burroughs because he was a smart man already; he learned it through the druggie pool - the street scene of an old aristocratic kind of man.
My background did not start with the East Side; it started with Greenwich Village, which is West Side.
The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.
You see, I went to the sixth grade and that was the highest I ever went.
My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he`d be out of the World War too. But no way - they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.
I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them - they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.
The judge said I was a menace to society because I had put crime on a scientific basis.
I was what? - twelve years old - and I was thrown in the cells with these people, so I learned fast.
Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.
I just trust people and they sense everything`s gonna be alright.
Now, twenty years old, I come out and I go back to Greenwich Village. Now, of course, I`m a wealthy man.