They call me every name in the book. And every one is true.Violent. Criminal. Bad news.And if they're lucky, I'll take my anger out on a punching bag instead their faces. If they're lucky.Then I meet her.Sophisticated.Successful.More culture in her finger than I have in my entire body.She says I have more to offer the world than my fists. She says I can pick my own direction instead of taking the one I'm given.But tell me, beautiful, how do you do...