In 1959 The Rayen School’s bad boys and outlaws got together and partied with their cute-as-a-button adoring girlfriends. The bald one second from right is Ralph Orzechowski, my step-brother, who at the time had just been paroled from Ohio State Penitentiary after serving two years for armed robbery. Not too long after that photo was taken, they found his corpse in a trash-filled alley in Youngstown, Ohio, a needle stuck between his toes. The odd coincidence is that Ralph and I were born on exactly the same day and year. March 1, 1942.
More details of those early days can be seen in my nostalgic meditation in Archipelago, entitled Memoria Nera.