We had a project across the street from the last of our five blocks where we hung out growing up.
They didn’t cross their line without a beating and we didn’t cross theirs.
Until they beat up my friend Frank while delivering pizza.
Then we crossed.
They’re not NEARLY as tough as everyone gives them credit for.
“They’re not NEARLY as tough as everyone gives them credit for.”
Many years ago I met a black contractor from NYC who, in a past life, dealt heroin (and did time for it). I asked him if anyone scared him and his friends. He said “Italian guys”.