Bibby Cuddahy was a Ducky Boy. And like most Ducky Boys he was Irish,
under five-foot-six, and crazy. Webster Avenue was Ducky Boy country.
They roamed their turf like midget dinosaurs, brainless and fearless.
They respected only nuns and priests. They would fight anyone and
everyone and they'd never lose. They'd never lose because there were
hundreds of them. Hundreds of stunted Irish madmen with crucifixes
tattooed on their arms and chests, lunatics with that terrifying,
slightly cross-eyed stare of the one-dimensional semihuman, urban punk
killing machine. And they were nasty -- used tire chains, car aerials,
and the "Webster Avenue walking stick," a baseball bat studded with
razors. (The Wanderers, Novel by Richard Price, 1974)
Book: Lost Boys of the Bronx: The Oral History of the Ducky Boys Gang
