The Chronicle of the Street Rat
I first met Tommy O'Brien in the winter of 1893, on a street corner in Brooklyn where the wind came off the river like a blade and the poor wrapped themselves in rags and called it warmth. He was twenty-two years old, thin as a rail but built like a man who had spent his life lifting things heavier than he should have, and he had the kind of face that people forgot as soon as they looked away,...
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