You’re parents had recently died. Leaving you for the streets. So you became a newsie. On your first morning of work you laid low and kept your face down. Until… Jack: Crutchie, do ya know that kid in the black jacket? Crutchie: No sir Cowboy…wutta bout you Specs? Specs: Nah Crutchie! Jack: Ey, you, newbie! How many papes you gunna get?