"I know, but those old-school mobsters take it more serious than us, bear a grudge for a million years. Me? Forgive and forget. Him? It was always the gangs. New York, Alabama, Ireland, wherever. He was never that big on me being in school anyway. He saw automation coming before anyone, so figured a traditional education was pointless and got me my first runner job. I was squatting down south-slope way and he made a few calls. Next thing I’m running with an Irish crew—the MacKennys, down in Bay Ridge."