xxxxxOldest of 12 children born to a Sicilian immigrant family, Petey's had it hard from the start. It was bad enough growing up with his pops barely able to scrape by enough money to put food on the table for all of them, let alone getting crap for being Italian, let alone getting crap from the Italians for being Sicilian. Then came the war. Uncles, cousins, friends, all lost. Images of horror and destruction.
xxxxxSo Petey took all the fear and anger and put it to good use. He'd always been taller, stronger, and had more guts than the other kids his age. Growing up being spit on day in and day out left him with a weird sort of "nobody-can-touch-me" attitude. And when he grew into those gangly limbs and big old teeth, and filled out? He turned out all-right looking. People started looking up to him.
xxxxxAnd he started breaking faces on his fists.
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