Waist Deep Page #3

Just chill out!

I'm gonna to hit some corners, man.

I'm gonna see what's popping.

Ain't nobody just gonna

take your motherfucking son, nigga.

Not my little cousin, nigga.

F*** that sh*t.

Look, I'll be back, all right?

I'm gonna be back.

I'm gonna hit you, all right?

We family, right?

We family, right?

Yeah. Family.

Right.

You know, this house

don't really suit you.

It was my grandmother's house.

Who you living with?

P-Money and four other girls.

We do all the f***ing hustling,

and he makes all the money.

I'm just trying to make enough money

so I can get out of it.

What's your son's name?

Otis Junior.

So you're Otis Senior?

Yeah, they call me O2.

"O2?"

Back in the day

when I was on the block,

I used to go to these different

neighborhoods and set it off.

Then I would disappear.

Just vanish.

So they started

calling me "Oxygen."

It got so crazy, they just doubled it up,

started calling me O2.

So you were in the life?

Before I got locked up.

So you couldn't vanish

when it counted most, huh?

How long?

I did six years.

Only been out

on parole for a month.

So, I suppose shooting up people and

having a gun and all that sh*t

is probably a violation

of your parole, huh?

I got the gun from work.

You got the gun from work?

It's a part of

a program for ex-cons.

I'd have never took

the gun if the dude

who was supposed to be coming

to replace me would have showed up.

So you stole it?

I was going to

take the gun back.

That sounds like bullshit

to me.

That's why I can't

go to the police.

I got two strikes.

All it takes is one more.

They don't buy my story,

it's a wrap.

What about Junior's mother?

Where is she?

Let's go get my son.

Earlier today, on the eve of

the Mayor's much anticipated visit

to South Los Angeles,

two people were executed

on the very street

that tomorrow's anti-crime rally

is scheduled to take place.

This video was taken

at the scene.

Police are looking for an unidentified man

bearing these tattoos.

If you recognize this man,

please contact the local...

I better go find Junior

before they find me.

Please don't do this, man!

You ain't got to do this, Meat.

I tell you,

I'm gonna have it by tomorrow, man.

-Hello.

-Not now, O. I gotta call you back.

See this right here?

-What the f*** was that noise?

-Nothing.

Listen, meet me at

the spot in 15 minutes.

This is a dumb nigga.

Yeah, gone.

And this is what happens to dumb niggas

if they don't pay their taxes.

Every liquor store,

every grocery store,

and every motherfucking restaurant

around here owes me.

You bring me my money,

you get your arm back.

Sh*t, if you hurry, you might even be

able to sew this motherf***er back on.

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