You need help? Give a call. Keep your pee-pee in the teepee. Ciao.” I smiled. Good old Dom. A guy I could count on. I still remember him standing over me as I lay bleeding in the street. He had a half-eaten donut in one hand and his piece in the other. He took another bite of the donut and said to me, “I’ll get them, John. I swear to God, I’ll get the bastards who killed you.”