That Spectacular Guy

Part 12

"YOU'RE GOING THERE TO PRISON TOMMORROW!" The chub guard shouted as he slammed the cell door shut behind moi.

Sigh... now all that joy had been exhausted and Is was to waste my time on the matress, staring at them brown sheets. Seems Carlos had his turn already.

"You got visitors, Aldrain." Suddenly a gang of guards showed up and dumped two in my cell.

"Samuel, Samson!" I gasped the idenity of my new cellmates. They gone through something rather unpleasant. They groaned and I saw that Samuel had two black eyes and Samson breathing was not not funny, if you know what I mean.

"What did y'all do to deserve?" I demand to know the truth.

"We didn't deserve, nor did we want it AT ALL!" Said Samuel creeking himself up.

"They did it for their own hhhhell of it." Stammered Samson. Even a big boy like him was whimpering.

"Have had ya trail. How much you two rack up?"

Says Samuel. "Same. 3 years, 850,000$"

"Yiiiks! Thats a house mortgage!"

"Gonna hrrr... sting us for the rest of our lives." Whined Samson.

"Hey you could win the lottery."

"Shut up shut up about that. Got a better chance to be killed by lightning."

"Well... let's just forget about that and play some games."

The bros shrugged. We played a poor man's version of hide n seek where the seekers were blind at all times and the hiders were to dodge. It lasted longer than expected.

"What's next?" The bros said and I replied. "Fetch!"

We took turns throwing our shirts around for 30 minutes.

"What's next." They said again, desperate. AGAIN I said: "Music!"

We tapped the walls, the floor, whistled and hooted a funny tune that went like: Boop boop boop bop tip tip tip tak taky to Instant Platinum.

"Anything else?" They pleaded to be entertained some more.

"Umm." I thought some more, but as I did. The lights flashed off and a yell said: "Lights out bitches!"

"Damn, I-I Don't think it's even 3 p.m."

Whatever man those guards are ignorant negligent dicks." Samson bent in depression. Defeated was he.

"Ohhhh I forgot to ask, I butted in. "Wa happened to Sucuma, Carlos?"

"No, Hurr, idea." Samuel laid on the muddy mattress. With zilch enthusiasm, he went into a nap. And so did Samson and soon did I.

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VRRRRRRRRRRR The sound of a moving truck pulled me back from my emepty dream realm. The thing I saw next was a wall in mundane grey. With officers with greasy faces, mustaches that resembled turds.

"Oh watch out joe the boys awake!"

ZAPPP!

I was stung by a electro bat in the back.

"Well shit! that's 50 outta my book." One guard handed a Uylesses to the other on my side, who said: "Yes yes thanks!"

Well... old me was being put to the prison already. Damn those corrupt scum. There was nothing but bland in front and around moi. Surely the ride CAN'T be long

5 fuckng fours later and the car is still going! GET ME OUTTA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA YOU GET ME FOLKS! Suddenly, however a scratch sounded. The movemet outside halted. The back door cranked opened.