Jordan is facing years in federal prison, while Giselle is forced to hold down the household on her own. She moves her children and business to Los Angeles to be closer to her husband and Cousin Lauren as well as supporting her cousin Kieran who j...
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Metropolitan Detention Center Los Angeles,CA
The light from the common area of the cell block shined in my face for the first time in 24hrs as the cell door unlocked and slid open. Some nigga had his bashed in yesterday during fight over a pack of Doritos. Next thing you know CO's is busting in wit vest and helmets and shit hit'n niggas upside the head with nightsticks and slam'n us on the ground.
Niggas that ain't even did shit caught black eyes and a week in solitary just for minding they business. As for the rest of us we spent the night in straight darkness, confined to a cell for an entire day. No phone calls, no visits. I hated this shit.
But it's everyday life in here. It's been my life since Christmas Day two years ago when FBI Agent's and Atlanta PD pulled my cousin, brother in-law and I out of our house during dinner.
The look on my family's face as we pulled off in the back of police cars haunts me to this day. Leaving my wife and three kids was the last thing I wanted. By the time I'm a free man my kids will be grown men and women. I just hope they don't grow to resent me. And hopefully I'll still have a wife to go home to.
Once my floor was called we lined up hands behind our back to get our food tray. Today's five star breakfast consisted of non-toasted toast with a hard ass block of butter, Scrambled eggs straight out the chickens ass with no seasoning, cold grits and a carton of milk that expired— Hmm let's see...— two weeks ago! Yay!
This cell block bout to smell like a fuck'n horse stable for a week due to niggas having the runs.
I frowned at the fact that this and two other tasteless meals a day was the only thing keeping me from starving to death, aside from the plentiful pack of ramen noodles and chips due to the amount of money wifey and my family put towards my commissary.
Sitting at the steel table I sighed before stabbing into my eggs bracing myself for the lack of flavor. As much as I hate prison food I ate a lot so that I could burn it off in the yard. After my first prison fight where I nearly died after being jumped I decided that I'd no longer allow myself to be at the bottom of the food chain. Since being shipped from Fulton county jail to here I went from dropping down to 135lbs to skyrocketing up to nearly 200lbs. I was now armored in muscle and my hair had grew tremendously, now coiled into dreads.
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