From juvenile detention to the courtroom, he used underworld tactics to handle legal problems and wielded the law to crush his underworld rivals.
When an elite lawyer cited chapter and verse, he said just one thing: “Your Honor, this water can eat through the tiles,” leaving the whole courtroom in stunned silence. When his opponent threatened him, twenty tattooed toughs showed up outside his house to “observe the proceedings.”
He walked the line between black and white. He understood the tricks of criminals better than decent people did, and the weapons of the law better than criminals did.
A man who clawed his way out of the mire had something to prove: even a weed growing in a gutter can reach for the sky beneath the sun.
