Post 7

Otis saw his life pass by his life too many times before. That night, all Otis could think about was the first time his life passed before his eyes. He was 14 years old. Otis laid in his bed reminiscing. He was helping his older brother and their boss to move some crates for Don Toni. They worked all afternoon until Otis' arms and legs began burning and threatened to quit on him. Almost done Otis' arms gave way and dropped a crate that smashed to the ground and white powder blanketed the alley like a light snow. Immediately, their boss pulled a gun out and began yelling. Otis began to weep, fearing for his life. His brother began apologizing but the stranger to them continued yelling. The commotion attracted a few police officers who began shooting as they saw the gun. Their boss fell the ground and Otis and his brother disappeared out the back of the alley. At 14 years of age, Otis had a gun shoved into his face and experienced a gun fight.
As Otis laid there, he realized how dangerous of a childhood he had. When he slept that night, he dreamt of his childhood, and his father.