-You were searching for something. You were searching for survival. I was a puncher. I didn’t try to, like, be a fighter. I was into boxing and I was
staying away from the gangs. Growing up in the Bronx,
I had to be my own blueprint. When I won my first real good fight, threw a big party, spent money, spent money, spent money. I was that kid that I never had nothing, but when I got something, I shared. It was a good thing and then
it was a hurtful thing, too. The friends and the family that I got, they had apartments. But I wouldn’t go to them. My sisters and my brother, I didn’t even want to burden them. I was down in the subway,
just riding the trains. They took me to the restaurant to eat. They rescued me. -I liked to see him fight. But I was worried so he won’t get hurt. You understand? Him or the other person. I think it was in ’89, ’90, he used to keep on talking the same thing, repeating. My mother always used to say
that if she pass away her worries was what’s
going to happen with him. And I always told her that
I was going to be there. I see him like that and I suffer. -Sometimes I get a little forgetful. But it’s not often. I mean, it happened. I got hit in my head a couple of times, but I don’t think about it because I don’t want to think about it.