The hardest thing for me was leaving the life I still loved. We had it all. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle. Our wives, kids, mothers and everybody rode along. I had paper bags stashed in the kitchen filled with jewelry. I had a sugar bowl full of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call away. I’d bet twenty, thirty grand over a weekend and then I’d either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. Didn’t matter. It didn’t mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. We ran everything. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it’s all over and that’s the hardest part. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook
