Funny thing about the Town, you live here long enough, things start to change, in the way you see things. Can you tell the difference between this place and any other? Or maybe, more to the point, between heaven and hell?

I'm not sure I can anymore.

This place belongs to the Irish. But if the Italians and the Homeboys have anything to say about it, that won't be true for long. And all these honest (or less than honest), hard working (or less than hard working) Irish down here in the Narrows are gonna get pushed out in favor of new breeds. And I don't think that sits well with me. Watch your back, Out-of-Townie. And keep your piece loaded. You ain't safe here.

None of us are.