Irritated To The Point Of Destruction

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Malcolm

I met Catalina when I was in the drug cartel but she never knew my job, I walk to the bar as the waitress look at me, I told her "Can I get a sex on the beach please?" I look around the club to see a sexy ass woman in a pencil skirt and a leather jacket, and knee high heels on dancing with some guy, the waitress brings me back the drink, I say "Thank you sweetness" I give her a smile, then give her a $50 bill and let her keep the change. I walk with my drink just having a good time, Catalina was eyeing me while she was dancing on the same dude for two songs, she smile at the guy after the song was over then walk towards me, in my mind, she looked like she was walking in slow motion in a movie until she stands in front of me. "Hi sexy, how are you doing?" I smile at her. "I'm good papi, don't I know you from somewhere?" she ask me trying to register if she knew me, I know I don't go to that many places but I might remember her from somewhere but I kept it cool and said "Nah, I don't remember you until you walked your sexy ass over here but you might've seen me walking somewhere" I answer her, I take a gulp of my drink. We dance to a few songs then sit down, we talk for a few minutes. We exchange numbers while we are still talking, I order another sex on the beach from the bar for her, Catalina and I left the club that day feeling good about our conversation. After a year or so later, she got pregnant with our first child Quan then a year later she had Jimmie, we got engaged but she got pregnant and she conceived Shawn, Catalina was having fun with taking care of the babies, I helped her take care of the older ones, We got married, but a few months into our marriage  I got locked up that's when she found out that she was pregnant with Ricardo and Ashanti, I was arrested for drug trafficking​, and running a illegal drug cartel operation, I was pissed because I couldn't see my family. My kids didn't get to say goodbye to me and now I'm serving a ten year sentence for drug trafficking then I have to serve ten more years for illegal drug cartel operation, I am in my seventh year in the pen, it gets no worse than this.

"Yo Malcolm, we have kitchen duty this week man so we can whip some shit up that will have everybody full" Fred daps me. "yeah, the oatmeal taste nasty with no sugar, shit fuck the ingredients I'm adding sugar in that muthafucka" I laugh. Fred and I walk into the kitchen with the other prisoners, the head of the kitchen says "Alright muthafuckas, today's lunch is broccoli, and cheese, rice, biscuits. and meat loaf. just make sure y'all muthafuckas go by the ingredients and the recipe, so let's get to work y'all" he looks at me. Last time, I was in the kitchen, I had to make oatmeal for breakfast, I added sugar and everyone was talking about my good ass oatmeal throughout the day, I make the meatloaf just the way it is, Fred had to make the rice, sometimes we would have a selection but that's only for special occasions. "Malcolm, please keep the meatloaf nice and simple man, because we don't want anybody getting in trouble because I'm still pissed about your oatmeal incident" the head of the kitchen joked, everyone laughed. "Fuck that, it was good through, Malcolm is the only muthafucka who makes the best oatmeal in this bitch" one of the cooks said, everyone agreed. After we finish making the food, we serve ourselves first until the first wave of prisoners come in. "Yo Fred, this rice is good my G, where you learn how to cook?" one of the guys said. "My dad, he is a chef at a restaurant and he taught me how to make different plates before I got my ass locked up, If I ever get out, I was thinking about making my own restaurant and if y'all asses get out, let y'all work with me shit nobody wants to hire prisoners so we have to make a way for ourselves to make a business and be successful with a second chance at life" he said, everyone agreed to what he said. People don't hire prisoners because what they got locked up for so we have a better life with our second chance  at life. We serve the other prisoners the food everyone is anticipating on the food since breakfast was good, after lunch, we wash the dishes then leave the kitchen. Some prisoners get to work while some prisoners get their degree in jail, crazy right? We have to do something while we are in the pen. Today is the day that my cell block and cell block B go outside and do a job today, I don't know what job it is but it would feel good to be outside of the jail cell fence. We all get on the bus with our jackets on trying to warm up. "Listen up, the job we are doing today is at a construction site that they want us to paint, clean, wax floors, carpetry and modeling, so do good with this and I will see to it that you get a little more free time when we go back" the officer said while the bus drove us to the work site, we don't get that much money for the jobs but at least I can use the money for conversary.

I start painting the walls while other people doing other jobs, the carpenter group couldn't put the carpet down until the paint crew was done painting the room, after we get done painting the conference room, we start painting the hallway, half of our shifts two dudes arguing about something then they started fighting, the prison guard had to break it up sending everyone on the bus to go back to the prison. We take showers after we get in from the construction site, muthafuckas had to ruin it for us, I wash my body, I wash my body looking at the wall not seeing what was going on, All of the sudden I see blood on the back of my hand, Fred and a few dudes jump on dude causing a riot in the shower, I feel a sharp pain in my left hand, I am cut on my left forearm. I had to go to the nurse office to get it looked at. The nurse check me out to see that I wasn't hurt that bad, so she roll my forearm with Goss to stop the bleeding, whoever stabbed me is dying either today or whenever I get my hands on them.