Yeah, that's me an my friend, Faye. Long time ago. Don't know why the picture was taken, but it was. I don't remember where it was taken either...I don't remember much. Someone spilt ink on it too, see the big black blotch?

Ah, Good ol' Fraunce's Tavern. Used t'be a reg'lar down there till me an Action opened our own place down da street. I suggest ya go check it out.

This is me good pal Blu-ize Jones. Can't remember what happened to her, she ran off to join a circus at one point. If ya see 'er 'round, tell 'er McCain's lookin for 'er. Ah, I know ya won't, ferget I said anythin'.

Well, I don't know how I got this picture, or why I even keep it, but this is the tenament building that an old friend a mine lived in. You hafta know about that part of my life. I suggest you listen to my story when I tell it.

This is me pal, Monkey McCartney. I owe her a big one fer helpin' get me'n Snake Eyes Marconi outta a tight spot. I also owe her fer helpin' me fix up this liddle site, here.

Yeah, Battery Park, usedta be our hangout to play craps, till the cops found out. The games are run in the back room down at Crap Game Alley, in case you wanna get in on the action.

What scrapbook is complete without a self-centered picture?