I saw what you expect only to see in a movie, except this time I was on the other side of the screen. I have seen over a million acts of violence in films or on TV all hollow and emotionally weightless. Up until then I had been sheltered from the brutality and nature of organized crime. I watched someone be murdered intentional or not they sure as hell meant to hit him. The weight of the situation took time to root itself, Ron and I decided to walk home rather then catching a cab. As we made our way home discussing what we were witness to. I reached in my right jacket pocket and pulled out a new shiny pack of smokes, opened up the pack and placed one in my mouth.