When we first stepped into the dark confines of the Weapons Ward, I immediately noticed a few well muscled niggas with dreads, doing push ups on the corridor's dusty floor. I also noticed that clouds of cigarette smoke hung in the air like California smog.
As soon as we were noticed, a group of motherfuckers started towards us, already talking shit. One thing about jail I quickly realized: it's the one place where even the softest, pusssiest, niggas from any hood could play tough as long as they had niggas backing them up.
I tell you right now from the onset, I ran into some of these niggas later on in the street (proving it really is a small world, after all), and luckily, I was well prepared. See, they had all forgotten about me, they were so used to being bullies. But I most definitely hadn't forgotten about them! And we even had the burners on us; boy, you should have seen the difference circumstances can make!
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MEGAN FOX, OMEGA SUPREME
HorrorA young soldier named "Black Out" doesn't like Hollywood and how they've been treating Queen Megan Fox, so he decides to attack the only way he knows how...by tricking the world into thinking he's writing one thing when he's really writing another...
