If thats how a guy feels, then he shouldn't have gone into the streets and lived his life with them in the first place.

Making friends, hanging with knockaround guys, scheming and racketeering together.

Go pick up a lunchpail and go get yourself a regular 9-to-5 job.

BUT, if you wanted to be a tough guy. If you wanted to rub elbows with hoodlums and racketeers and make money in the rackets? Well then, that a completely different story.

If it was good enough for you then -- when you were living high, making fast money and playing the part. Then when you get caught, don't turn tail and run for the hills like a fag.

Thats when you gotta look in the mirror, straighten up your tie, and act like the fucking man you're "supposed" to be!

You know, don't you? The fucking guy you pretended to be in the first place. A bonafide hoodlum and stand-up guy!

And go do your fucking time!

Because -- good or bad -- THIS was the life you signed on for!

And thats true, regardless of whatever bullshit excuses a rat wants to give to try and justify his actions. To do anything otherwise, is the equivalent of being a complete fucking mutt.