Aldo laughs ruefully. "It was stupid. We were poor and I had no desire to participate in some backbreaking job with little pay. I went to the streets, too. However Harlem was no longer the homestead of disparate Italians as it once was or our gangs. It wasn't long before I got into a fight with the local Bloods." He pulls the collar of his shirt down a little to reveal a thin scar. "Got me good with a knife. I was just lucky they were punks and not the more seasoned members."