The Air I Breathe Page #2

which is plenty of time assuming I've

already planned my escape route,

which I have.

And finally, I see a strapped bag with

lead-lined pouches filled with money.

No one else will see it,

but I'll know it's there.

Everybody... freeze...

freeze.

Everybody freeze!

Dude, that was crazy.

Are you OK?

This is the police.

You are surrounded.

Do not attempt to run

or make any sudden move.

Drop your weapon,

hands on your head.

Walk forward to the south end of the roof.

Lay the gun down.

This is your last warning,

drop your weapon or you will be fired upon.

Sir, can you tell me what

happened here?

I don't know.

- Can you remember what happened to you?

I don't know.

You tell me.

As far back as I could remember,

I've never lost a fight.

Come on. Race.

- I can't do it anymore.

I didn't fight well because

I was big or fast or mean,

but mostly because I could see the future.

The problem with seeing the future is that

it only comes in bits and pieces,

like a reflection in a broken mirror.

After a while though,

it was like playing a video game in your head.

Do it enough times

and you know all the moves.

Look out!

And no matter what the future has written...

I can't change that.

Markie! Markie! Markie! Markie!

And sometimes the things you can't change...

they end up changing you.

Fingers, he listens to you.

Talk to him, please.

I've seen what happens to you.

Nothing can change that.

It's done.

- Good. I want you to pick up someone

at the airport.

- I know.

See, my Dad's got business locked tight back home.

But you know, I wanna see the world.

You know, my uncle Fingers, he's all about family;

sharing the wealth, you know.

You know how he got that nickname 'Fingers'?

Because people do whatever he wants.

... all he has to do is

just snap his fingers, man.

That's a great f***ing nickname, man.

Just f***ing snap his f***ing fingers, sh*t yeah.

You know, seeing my

uncle is cool and all

but I'll tell you I came here

for one thing and one thing only.

P*ssy.

You know what the f*** I'm saying?

I'm gonna f*** tonight.

I heard my favorite uncle was here, huh.

Huh!

How you doin'?

- How are you, Tony? Good to see you.

That's the boss's nephew.

Nigga, what! This f***ing thing's huge.

What's he like?

- Articulate.

My men taking good care of you?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, we've been chatting

up a bit. Checkin' this town out.

A young man's gotta change his oil.

Listen to me...

Your daddy wants me to pop your cherry,

show you the ropes.

Now there's gonna be plenty of time

for dick waving but we need to make time for...

Business

- Exactly.

No jokin' around, okay.

You wanna take Tony out on your rounds tonight,

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