Yeah, man, wow, that's some
story, man.
It's fucking crazy
how you ended up in here.
Yeah, I know, man.
It's ridiculous.
So I guess that wasn't hotel maintenance coming
to fix the toilet then, huh, buddy?
Nope.
It was the feds.
Bastards came running up in the
room like 20 gats.
Get on the floor!
Damn, talking about being in the wrong
place at the wrong time, bro.
For real, yo. I mean, I guess I got caught up.
I don't know if it was the excitement or the danger.
Yeah, the fuckin' plasma
TVs.
Right.
So what happened to, uh,
what happened to your boy,
Fats?
I mean, I didn't really see him after that
night in the precinct.
I hear he got mad time, though.
Yeah.
Been there for a minute.
Ah, man.
So what are you, uh,
what are you gonna do when you get outta here, man?
I'm thinkin', man, after I do this last three months,
you know, I go back home.
I'll probably have to move back in with
Mars for a
Oh, fuckin'
A, man.
Back to the fuckin'
PJs, bro?
Yep.
Oh, that sucks.
I mean, I've been thinking about going back to school,
though, you know, get a little degree or something, you know?
Nice,
nice. I hear you take a couple of photography classes.
But what about rapping, man?
You're not gonna rap no more?
I doubt it, man.
Like, I started looking at the big pic ture,
you know?
You reach a certain point,
it's like nobody really trying to hear you, so fuck it, you know?
Why waste your breath?