I heard him clear his throat and said "No!"

I didn't think he would have any meaningful stories to tell if he did, I expected it would have some gory bits to it. The story he told me that night was about his life during his younger days as a gangster.

He was twenty-one years old that year. I couldn't remember the exact day, but Jonathan was drinking with his brother in a nightclub. He shouted to the steward, "Can't I get some peace?"

The steward immediately said, "Okay, ...