Trying To Maintain

S I X

Drill

They still got us on lockdown, and it has been a fucking month bruh. It's like time is flying, but dragging at the same time. Especially dealing with Boot's emotionally unstable ass. He cried the first two weeks we were on lockdown, now the nigga get to throwing little hissy fits and shit. He's starting to mellow out now for the most part. I like to think that I'm helping him. I mean, I pretty much soothe the nigga to sleep every night.

I think the nigga forgot he has his own bunk on the cool. If you always on my bunk, why not just choose the bottom bunk to begin with? I don't say anything though, I know he's going through it. But, like I said, he's doing better than he was just a couple of days ago. I know one thing though, we starting to smell hot in this hoe.

"They need to hurry up and let us up out this hoe. These little bitch ass bird baths ain't cutting it." I say out loud, feeling dirty since I've been using the sink inside of our cell to "clean" myself with.

"Man for real. A nigga feel dirty as a bitch mane," Boot agrees with me, seeing as he does the same little bird baths. "And I'm sick of this tired ass brown bag special they feeding us, dick."

That made me laugh, "you made me think of Sonic saying that shit. Nigga miss them brown bag specials on them struggle days bro."

"Shit, that's what they need to be feeding us while we on lock down." Boot laughs out. "I'm ready to take a damn nap, I don't know why I'm so tired." He says through a yawn. They've already served us breakfast and lunch through the chute.

"Take a nap then." I say standing up from my bunk so he'll have room to stretch out.

"Where you going?" He scrunches his face up in question.

I just stare at him for a while to gauge his seriousness. After I've figured out he is waiting on a response from me, I straight face him, "I'm fixing to walk down the block and see if they'll let us out to take a shower." My voice is monotone.

He smacks his teeth before yawning again. "You ain't have to be a smart ass about it, Dre."

"Well one of us got to be smart in here." I mumbled to myself. "Lay down and take a nap."

"Whatever, dick." I hear him mumble, I just let him have the last word. With his stubborn ass.

I pick up the notebook that he gave me to read. He gave me a short story called "A Screwed Up Love" that he wrote. It was pretty interesting. I wonder who JoJo will choose at the end of it all. Halfway into the story, I hear Boot's light snoring. He doesn't really snore loud at all, just heavy ass breathing. But it's fun to fuck with him about it. I decide to put the book up since he is asleep.

I go to my little hiding spot to grab the little iPhone four that Greene snuck in for me. I didn't tell Boot—hell anybody—about her giving it to me. The less people that know what I got going on, the better. I call up my sister to check up on her and my niece. It was a very short phone call where I let her know what was going on in here, while she assured me that they were fine out there. When I hung up with her, I FaceTimed my little boo KiKi.

Kiki wanted to hold me down, but I didn't want that. I told Kiki to go ahead and live because I wouldn't want them pausing their life for someone that got sentenced twenty years.

"What you doing?" I ask after the line connects. I turn the volume down as low as I can as not to disturb Boot since he is sleep.

"Nothing," he smiles at me, laying back in his bed. "I miss you." He pouts cutely.

"I miss you too, Thicky. What you been up to?" I use my name for his bottom heavy ass. Nigga built like his mama.

"Nothing, just working and staying out of the way. These people at this call center got me fucked up though."