6 months later
I was a week into being back in general population, and I was still trying to catch up on all the mail they illegally held from me. I felt like I was on the road to redemption because I finally signed over my rights to that baby I never wanted anyway. I was making a clean break when I got out. My appeal got fucked up because that shay ass lawyer Sherelle hired got disbarred for some bribery shit he had pulled. I wasn’t trippin though my day would come eventually. I was fucked up about reading that Juan was my brother. Fuck what Belinda or my real daddy say; they ain’t sent no money up here so I could care less about what they talking bout. I opened a letter from mama post marked two weeks ago.
“Dear Petey,
I know how you feel about me, but this is my last letter. I am not gonna keep on trying to beg you to talk to me. I just think it is crazy that you wrote me that crazy ass letter then had the nerve to not even respond afterwards. You are grown, and you can live your life the way you see fit, but I didn’t raise you to be like this. I guess I am as disappointed in you as you are in me. I will always love you, but I am done reaching out to you. I am out here in California enjoying the sun and the sea, and I wish you could be out here with me sometimes, but you so damn hateful. Take care of yourself.
Love,
Mama
I wondered what the hell she could be talking about cause I never wrote her ass back. I got my answer two weeks later when I heard that Russell Pitney was going to ad seg. I was told that he had been fighting, and in the midst had injured one of the female guards. I knew Russell from the projects, and the nigga stayed in trouble. I had found him again when I got locked up, and we ended up in the same dorm for a few months. We started talking about old times, and Russell had a whole lot of influence so I stayed close to him. Well………………………fuck it Imma just say it, mean the nigga started kickin it, but he was trippin about Sherelle visiting. The last conversation I had had with him he told me to end it with her, but she was my bankroll at the time so I ignored his threats to “Out “ me. Truth be told I never dug females for real cause I couldn’t trust them Look at my mammy.” I used to mess with niggas out of town which was why I was always in Vegas cause at first it was just shemales, but anyway I was never able to be myself on the streets. The way I beat Sherelle I would have never done that to a nigga. But anyway his cellie told me that Gibson had slid him my mama’s address and he wrote her like he was me and told her I was fuckin with punks in prison. I don’t give a fuck who knows cause nobody is crazy enough to believe that. I smiled as I thought of him going to that hell called segregation. I threw the rest of the letters in the trash, and waited for my cellie to get back cause I was all tensed up and I needed some head.
