Chapter 1

As Henry Stein's brother, I naturally was also a wonderful artist. But, I never would be able to draw. I was a wonderful singer, and I helped write songs around the Music Department. Sammy most of the time. Lung cancer made me leave. It was painful to do. Joey asked me to come back...and the studio wasn't the same at all. There was ink everywhere...and Sammy just wasn't the same.

Can things still be the way they were?