CHAPTER FIVE: I'M LAYING OUT MY WINTER CLOTHES AND WISHIN' I WAS GONE
(GOIN'HOME).

It was a year later now; Davy had been in many small-time fights in New England.

He was laying out his winter clothes one particuarly cold New York winter's day, but his thoughts were nowhere near his next deed...

His thoughts were on his home...his family. He wondered how his sisters were; his father had been poor in health when he left, what of him?

Peter...

Oh, Peter. His best friend; his brother...

More than likely now, he'd never see him again.

Oh, how he wished these New York City winters weren't bleeding him.

Going home....

What a nice thought...but it'd never happen.

Mike wasn't keeping up much of his part of the bargain; Davy hardly made enough money to buy what he needed. All he ever did was fight...

And hardly for anything.