Gangster Land Page #6

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I was thinking about

who I used to be.

Just a kid who wanted to box.

Make some prize money,

take care of my family.

I just can't help but wonder,

if the gennas had just

left my pop alone.

I don't know who I'm

supposed to be anymore.

Al's gone.

Frank nitti's runnin'

the south side,

he don't want nothin'

to do with the old gang.

I don't know what

I'm supposed to do.

- I'll tell you what

you're supposed to do.

You're supposed to sit there,

looking at me and be happy.

Did you forget, mister?

Walking into that dressing room

seven years ago

and giving me this?

- How could I forget?

It's the smartest

thing I ever did.

- Well.

I actually think of

today as our anniversary

and not the day we

actually got married.

And I think we should celebrate.

- You're right.

I'll go get us some champagne.

- Good.

- Take a little walk, see if

i can get out of this funk.

You.

I love you so much.

- I love you.

- Practicing for the tournament?

- A hundred bucks

is a hundred bucks.

- Yeah, you can buy your girl

a lot of candy and

flowers with that.

- I actually gotta go

pick up some champagne.

- Celebrating, huh?

Hey, uh, you remember

February 14th

from a few years ago, right?

- Nah, I can barely remember

what I was doing yesterday.

- Maybe this'll help remind you.

- Happy Valentine's day, Jack.

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