just friends, thick as thieves till that's just what they became. here's how the future gangsters looked as kids in 1931's 'public enemy.' in my book there's no such thing as too many hats.
'Well I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
And I combed my hair till it looked just right and commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, when they said "sit down" I stood up
Ooooh, growin' up'- bruce springsteen
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along the lines of my utmost favorite movie 'the little fugitive'
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