𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟿0'𝚜

4: confined spaces

Third person Pov/Latrelle's Pov

San Quentin State Prison

A few minutes after Ruby left

I watch as ruby walked away getting those weird fucking feelings again. Faggotry feelings and shit. I walked into the corridor that leads to the jail cells. Coming up on the officer guarding the entry. I was led to diagnostics. In short terms I gotta get naked and see if I have contraband.

"Take your clothes and shoes off." This bitch ass officer asked me. I proceeded to take off all my garments that the prison gave me, all this orange shit. I started off with my shoes and socks. Once I handed the shoes to them, I worked on my two shirts I got on. It was extremely cold today in the prison, so I wore a cheap ass white thermos long-sleeved shirt under my normal prison orange shirt. I then took off my pants slowly and quickly slid my underwear off covering my dick.

"Run your fingers through your hair" I let go of my dick and nuts slowly running my fingers through my hair. I turned my lip up at the perverted mothafucka for looking at me. "Cop a squat...sweet checks" the officer looked at me funny and smirking. I curled my lip up not giving a shit if I go to the hole. I spoke disregarding my tone that I know was about to be disrespectful, "watch it niggha...ain't gonna be good for you" I threaten him with these officers around me without saying I'll get my crew to do damage.

"Cop a squat Jackson" he reiterated with some "authority" in his voice. I squatted cupping my balls and dick and cough hard for them to get this shit over with. They handed me back my clothes and mostly put them on in the way I took them off.

"State your number and name" I looked at him in an unamused expression. "You just said ma name."

"Listen here you good for nothing hoodlum, state your fucking name and I don't want no fucking back talk nigger" he spoke, and I rose on him. "niggha wut you say!?" I started to walk over when a black officer named Jackson came over. "Calm down son! And officer Whyte take a break...now" he spoke with authority me, and officer Whyte having a stand down. He went to walk away but officer Jackson caught his shoulder. He leaned in and whispered real quietly but because I was so close, I still heard. "Now, next time I hear that word out your mouth...I'll personally make sure your out watching E tower." Officer Whyte bowed his head meaning he understood.

Officer black turned around to me, "state your name and number and block" he grabbed the clipboard not really looking at me.

"Latrelle Marchell Jackson 576394...cell block b" I stated nonchalantly. He looked up nodded his head, turned to the guard behind a window, "unlocked the front door." They buzzed us in. I walked in the front and he behind me. We walked out of a building to go into another building that was my assigned building. I turned to go up the stairs to my cell. I stopped in my tracks when he called me,

"Naw, Jackson chow time...you know we stopped letting yawl go in your rooms during chow time anymore." I nodded my head in realization. We used to be able to decide if we could go to chow time or not, giving us some kind of freedom, but a fish got handed by a group of people. Let's just say he's somebody's June Bug. Chow time the most segregated thing you'll see in jail even the yard. I went in this long ass line, waiting for this nasty shit they finna give me. I waited about a good 15 minutes and was able to grab my tray. I sat down at the "assigned table", it's the Prophets$ territory. I open my plate and saw rice and chicken with pepper and green beans with some sweet cornbread that Is hard as a rock. I say a patch of floppy hair in my peripheral.

"Wut up brah?" Angel said. Ghetto-Angel was born and bred in Compton then moved to freeridge for some reason. Left one gang to join ours. Been a Prophet ever since. He is my what you say best friend, he knows and did knows my heart is not in this shit no more. Never was but you got to play the game, no matter what side you are on. If you lived to see another day, you played right. Just hope and pray you play the right game tomorrow.