It was an early autumn afternoon in 1975 — a moment that Steve Austin wishes he could take back.
Recalling that day recently, Austin took a deep breath, as if he were about to plunge into a deep, dark place.
“I killed a person. I took a person’s life,” he said. “It’s hard for me to talk about.”
Austin, 16 at the time, was selling ice cream at a street stand in his North Philadelphia neighborhood. That afternoon, he and a customer got into a heated exchange over a transaction.