Growing up on bay 41st and bath ave we quickly learned there were two types of men in the neighborhood,those that bled red like most of us and a select few who had Bath ave flowing through their veins. For us to live any other way was crazy. One incident in particular stands out to me . We came across a car with the engine running parked on the age. Imagine the shock to a couple of 15 year olds to discover a dead body occupying the driver side seat. We did what' any self respecting junior wiseguy would do we went through the guys pockets and the car looking for treasure. Vinny was happy with the gold plated lighter he found in the guys pockets. Joey bag o donuts found some cash scattered around the car. As for myself you can be sure I kept that snub nose revolver I found in the glove box. When people ask me nowadays how I survived such craziness I simply chuckle and say to them "I am bath ave"