You see, I was the scrawny kid way back when. Guys in the neighborhood ―they used to pick on me everyday. The worst was this … this kid, Bobby Bianchi. One day when we were at school, he grabbed me by the hair, he shoved my face through a plate glass window … I was bleeding, I was all cut up. The principal asked what happened, and now I could’ve put an end to it. Right there. All I had to do was say Bobby’s name. But I didn’t. Because I didn’t want Bobby to get into trouble … Nobody ever knew what happened. You know where Bobby is now? He’s in Sing Sing for stabbing some poor sap to death during a bar fight. And I always think, “What if I would’ve said something? What if I just would’ve said something? Maybe … that guy would still be alive.” I missed my shot … and not a day goes by that I don’t regret it.