"He was the only father I had ever really known." Chapter 1, p. 23.

"I don't know, maybe that prison head-shrinker was right when he told me I had become a pimp because of my unconscious hatred for my mother." Chapter 1, p. 29.

"Steve had stalked her and attacked her with his fists and feet and then escaped through the grimy catacombs of the Ghetto." Chapter 1, p. 29.

"'Party' went through his life strugglin to make a watch while wearing boxing gloves." Chapter 2, p. 41.

"My turn came to go in. I got up from the log bench in the hall outside his office and walked in. My knees were having a boxing match as I stood before him." Chapter 2, p. 52.

"Well kiss my dead mammy's ass, if it ain't 'Macking Youngblood.' The whore's pet and the pimp's fret." Chapter 3, p. 63.

"That bitch ain't nothing but a young skunk from Saint Louis...