Inspired by true events.
The more I discover, the more I feel that I am Randy, but instead of telling the story of Ernest Hemingway, except, I am telling the story of Valentine Keating.
Born in 1878. Son of Irish parents who had come to Melbourne to escape the potato famine. Found selling matches on Collins Street and was made a Ward of State with his brother and sent to a boys home. Ran away from the Boys Receiving Home and was on the run for 3 weeks. Started building up a reputation by stealing items which included oranges, trousers and a coat. Was a witness in a wilful murder trial of his fellow gang member, who was charged with killing the Crutchy Push’s gang leader. Became leader of the Crutchy Push. The gang ran around Melbourne using their crutches as weapons to stab people they didn’t like in the groin. He got 5 years jail after assaulting a police constable. In jail was brought up on charges of making ‘two toilet brushes without authority’. Opened a sly grog shop. Worked for Ted Whiting (Squizzy Taylor’s nemesis). Married a young woman just months after his long time girlfriend died as one of the Spanish Flu. Had a kid. Got charges dismissed on receiving stolen sly grog. Got arrested at a party for riotous behaviour. A year before he died was found drunk behind a car early in the morning. Contracted Tuberculosis and died in 1930 at the age of 50 years old.
I. Am. Not. Making. This. Shit. Up.