A nostalgic smile spreads across O'Connor's face, "I was barely twelve, like I said I had to kill a few people while livin' on the streets. The first one happened about two weeks, I think, after I ran away from home. I came across the nest, or whatever you wanna call it, of this homeless dude that I thought was passed out drunk. I hadn't eaten in like two or three days, so I started going through his shit. Well he woke up and wasn't very happy to find me jackin' his stuff. He grabbed me by the throat an' made to choke me to death. Luckily for me, I stole my mom's switchblade 'fore I ran off. So a few quick thrusts between the guy's ribs, and I now owned some dirty clothes, a half eaten sandwich and a quarter full bottle of whiskey. Red, what's the crime you're most proud of committing?"