"For us to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day, and worried about their bills, were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again"
"And that's the hardest part. Today everything is different; there's no action... have to wait around like everyone else. Can't even get decent food - right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce, and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody... get to live the rest of my life like a schnook."
I'm not glorifying criminal behavior. I mean I had a few speeding tickets and an underage drinking violation back in the day and no one ever asked me for my autograph or gave me a handjob half price. But the the guy lived a helluva life, the movie was classic, and honestly I always thought damn it must feel good to be a gangsta. I guess the reality is you don't get to live that life very long, you end up in the pen or in a box.
Nonetheless, thanks for a great story Henry Hill, may your afterlife, wherever that is, be free of egg noodles and helicopters.