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I tapped my tattoed fingers against the wall, waiting for them to take me to the warden for some "important news" supposedly.
Well, ladies I am August Antonio Clark, but I go by "Mr.IGetPussy",

nah jus' playin...I go by 'Yung'.
I've been in this bitch ass prison for 8 months because I got caught with weed and an unregistered weapon.
I saw my cell door open, and In comes a pig.
"Clark, hold your hands out"
I held my hands out while he handcuffed me.
I rolled my eyes when other inmates started yelling profanities at me while walking down to the office.
The officer opened the wardens office and slightly pushed me inside.
"Well, Mr. Clark we need to discuss somethings" Mrs. Monroe said, a 40-something brown skin,tall woman.
"You've have been under your best behavior these last few months, and I am glad to say that you will be released 3 hours after lunch...your car was picked up by your mother shortly after you being incarcerated, so you can use the phone outside my office to call somebody and inform them"
"Lorddd thank you, Mrs. Monroe" I said grinning like a clown.
"I hope you have learned your less on, In a matter of hours your a free man, make good choices young man" she said, looking me dead in the eyes.
"I appreciate your advice, and thank you for everything" I said while the officer escorted me out, towards the phone.
I dialed Moose's number, my right hand man.
"Wassup" he said through the other line.
"Nigga I'm bout' to be released" I nearly yelled
"Aight shit, Aye Yung' bout to be released" I heard him yell, along wit' voices of my nigga's in the back distance.
"What time I'm supposed to pick ya' up?" Moose asked eagerly.
"Uhhh, at like 3:30" I answered.
"Aight mane' you got it, shit we already reserving the VIP at Tsunami's tonight." He said.
"Nigga, I got to go back to my cell, I'll see ya in 3 hours, Bye." I said quickly.
"Peace, Yung" he said,then hanging up the phone.
I hung up the phone and got escorted towards my cell.《《《《《《《《《《《《《《
Location:East New Orleans Prison
4:37 P.M.
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"Can I jus' have my shit and go?" I asked, frustration lacing my voice.
"Mr.Clark, take it down a few notches or I will gladly have you back in your cell for another month." The white officer remarked smartly, but damnnn she got dem' pornstar titties and then I got to thinkin', I haven't had some box in like a year...shit one mo' day without a bust, a nigga gon' die.
Shit..which hoe should I hit up? Throatzilla? Vannessa? Nah pussy dryer than Africa..Freak hoe? Yeahhh nigga, pussy wetter than a tsunami.
Oh, dat' reminds me of tonight, I gotta' go get some new shit fo' tonight.
"Mr. Clark, here's your stuff along with your papers, you can open that door and your a free man" she said, pushing the box with my belongings across the counter.
"Preciate' it" I said wit'a small smirk.
I walked towards the door and opened it and the sunlight hit my sensitive eyes.
"Aye conehead nigga, you finally out this bitch ! " I heard an a voice I couldn't miss, Moose.