Simon Rex credited as playing...
Taz
- Cal: You'll be king of the avenue for sure after this.
- Taz: King? No, this is just about the money
- Cal: Fuck that. Your daddy was fucking king, man, it's your fucking birthright.
- Taz: Yeah, look what happened to him. I'm not going out like that, man. I'm just getting my cake and I'm out. Then you could be king.
- Cal: [chuckles] Fuck it. I'll be king after you? Shit. White folks don't wanna see me living next to them acting like I'm a fucking consultant.
- Taz: No, we don't.
- Taz: [narrating] As calm as I was playing, what was about to happen would be huge. So huge it was sure to make me king of the avenue. I was getting ready to make a deal with the Mexicans. I start by getting my product at wholesale, that's about half, only thing was, you better promise to buy a minimum every month. Come hell or high water, you better buy that minimum. But I wasn't worried. I was moving so much shit, I was already doubling minimum. I had just hooked up with these bikers. See, they were white supremacists and would buy from me before my black and Latin peers. I used to think how my father would feel about me working with racists.
- [scoff]
- Taz: But then, I figured he woulda told me to take their money first.
- Taz: [narrating] My father's life, a drug dealer. A killer and dead at 38. He left behind a son that loved him very much. And I did. He was my world. Despite what he did and who he was, I loved him as if he was a doctor, a fireman, a humanitarian, but he wasn't. He was, for the most part, one of those people that society could probably do without. Nevertheless, he was my father, my first example of what a man should be like - I watched people treat him like a god so to me he was a god. I feared him as much as I loved him, and I wanted to be just like him. That's probably why I became a drug dealer. I tried to make sure my father's fate wasn't mine. Like most people in my line of work, I thought I was smarter than the game. I didn't play it like everyone else. Although I could afford to live anywhere, I chose to live somewhere upscale but not too upscale where my finances would be an issue. Nobody wanted to see someone too flashy in a conservative neighborhood. So to the people who lived around me and my family, I was Joe Ordinary. I lived what I considered the sucker's life, nine to five till you die. But most importantly, I had a routine.