My Ambition Was Always To Be A

You Had To Grow Up Sometime. The Fellows Who Grew Early, They Were In Jeopardy. They Became The Cops And The Crooks, And The Crooks Became The Gangsters. The Crooks Became The Al Capones.

Nobody Ever Wrote A Story For Me. I Told In Every Story What Was Really Inside My Gut, And It Came Out That Way. My Stories Began To Get Noticed Because The Average Reader Could Associate With Them.

My Parents Were Immigrants. And The Place For All Immigrants Was The Factories. They Were The Source Of Cheap Labor.

I Was An Artist, But Not A Self-proclaimed Great Artist, Just A Common Man Who Was Working In A Form Of Art Which Is Universal.

I'm A Happy Man Because Whatever I'm Doing, I Do For Myself And I Do A Little Creating Here And There For Others, And They Work Out Very Well.