If you read this book you might learn a little, but I know you will laugh a lot. You just can't make this stuff up and besides the statute of limitations has expired on most of it by now"."When I was young it was all about running from the police, chasing wild women, egging houses, breaking windows, getting away, getting caught, winning fights, losing fights, making out with girls, skipping school, sneaking out at night, discovering the joys of gunpowder, friends dying, friends leaving, getting stabbed, getting shot, a brick in the head, summer camp for New York City troubled youths, leeches, outhouses, falling in love, falling out of love, first striptease show, wild women, wilder women, getting thrown out of the Boy Scouts, being a kid all alone in New York City, driving cars, smoking cigarettes, drinking beer, making money, going to night clubs and then I turned thirteen". "Funny how the biggest hell raisers always become police when they grow up"!"I was on my hands and knees in the pitch black, crawling toward my partner's voice as he struggled in the dark. The two men were fighting for possession of my partner's gun. Feeling my way as I went, guided by frantic shouts of "shoot him, shoot him", I finally located them by touch. Using my sense of touch my left arm grabbed all four of their legs and feet as they thrashed about on the ground. I could barely make out their shoes in the darkness. Straining my vision to the limit, I could see a shade of white. Since I knew my partner was not wearing white sneakers, I took out my revolver and held the tip of the barrel against the vague patch of white and pulled the trigger.