Hmm...

'Growing up, everyone wants to be famous. They want to be known for something or want to be a part off something big. Not me, I didn't want to be a part of something big. I didn't want to be a role model, I never dreamed of living edge and having kids admire me for it. It was the way I lived, I didn't care if anyone else agreed or respected me for it, it was for me. I didn't do it for a pat on the back, or to get attention for being a good kid and staying clean. I did it for me, I did it for my future, I did it to survive and hopefully one day live out my life as a regular working stiff, a good father, and a good husband. I'd rather be a guy with a loving family, a healthy marriage and a job to provide with than...
As Nicky got older and became more mature, something happened and it changed him...he thought to himself "I did it, I found it, and I'll need nothing more"..."This is it, I've found it, This is what Boston Dreams for..."
When Nicky's life ended so abruptly, he never got to say goodbye, his friends, family and loved ones always wondered why,
Why had he been so protective of this dream, was it something he'd found or something he'd seen? What excited him most was the thought that he'd help everyone, but the evils that be had taken that excitement and made it into hatred. It was all about the money...it's always ONLY about the money...'