Malachy Fagan left County Cork, Ireland, on his 21st birthday. He was bound for New York City and the promise of a new life and a job working the docks.
Five years later, he found himself broke, beaten and bitter. He was a good candidate for the Westies — The Irish mob that ran Hell’s Kitchen and prayed on disillusioned punks, fresh off the boat.
But Fagan was more interested in marrying the secretary that moonlighted at Eddie’s Pub. Two kids later, he kept his glass wet, driving a cab and her, crazy.