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time his face didn’t end in anger. It went from confused to curious. He asked, “Did you just come from the Hole?”
I knew he had been at my cell door to long already. I looked at the Gun Tower and both guards were watching. I slid a thick file of my paperwork tucked into a camouflaged folder under the cell door and watched Jason pick it up and open it. He was fucking up so I had to get more shock value and got serious, “DON’T LOOK AT IT RIGHT HERE!”
Jason closed the folder and waited for me to tell him what to do. I nodded with my head toward the tower and said, “The tower guards are watching you.” He blew it even harder by turning to look. I told him. “Those tower guards aren’t stupid. Do you want to get labeled a shot caller?” He looked confused. I knew he wanted to be someone so bad that those might be his dreams as misguided as they were. “Take that paperwork to Damon.”
Jason looked shocked and that told me I had hit the lottery.
Damon hadn’t influenced me to D Yard. Jason said, “You’re not supposed to know that’s where the paperwork goes.” I said, “Smartest thing you said but you should have said…Whose Damon? Don’t worry about who checks the paperwork. When you need to know you will.” Jason nodded his head that I was right and again realized I was the one running a check and blurted out, “Who in the fuck are you?” “I told you B.J when you first stuck your face in my door! Go tell Damon I’m here and bring me some food, I’m hungry!” Jason said, “There are two different Damon’s on this yard, which one?” I said, “There is only one that goes by Sir Rott. Tell him to send me a good book to read too.”
Chapter 5
An hour later, I heard the clanking noise from the handle outside the vestibule, then the vestibule opening. I got up to watch Jason walk through the narrow corridor into the building with a laundry bag full of goodies. He ran up the stairs and I had to look out the side of the cell to see down the row. It was fun watching his face to measure his expressions. He was all business and dumped about 20 top ramen soups out, a couple bags of beans and rice, a bunch of other food and two books. Some of it slid under the door and the rest he put back in the laundry bag and tied on the door. He was about to leave without saying a word and I stopped him. “Hey wait a second.” This time Jason looked at the gun tower first. He was learning but should have looked way before he arrived at the cell. The two tower guards were watching. He finally looked at me and said, “Damon sends his love and that he will get at you on paper. I have to go I don’t want to front you off.”
Damon must have told him about me. “Thanks for the concern but if you read my Hole paperwork it says they couldn’t determine any gang allegiance.” Jason said, “I’ve never seen paperwork that had a question mark after gang affiliated? It’s always just yes or no.” I laughed and said, “Those tattoos get you every time.” Jason said, “One of the reports said you were known for calling shots.” I got serious, “Thank God jail house snitches aren’t enough to validate you alone. Besides I like the word peacemaker much better.”
Jason asked, “Are you going to take the keys to the yard?”
He was asking me if I was going to assert absolute control for the White race. Rule it with an iron fist. I liked doing things where everyone had a voice and the ones with the most brains and best actions formed a counsel. It kept everyone on the same page and involved. Being outnumbered by the Blacks 18 to 1 and the Mexicans 20 to 1 it was important to all get along and hold our line tight. I had to end funny and said, “Will these keys you mention let me out of this prison?” Jason was getting used to my humor and took off to leave and I stopped him again and asked, “Where are Little Bird and Droopy from?” Jason didn’t hesitate,
I knew he had been at my cell door to long already. I looked at the Gun Tower and both guards were watching. I slid a thick file of my paperwork tucked into a camouflaged folder under the cell door and watched Jason pick it up and open it. He was fucking up so I had to get more shock value and got serious, “DON’T LOOK AT IT RIGHT HERE!”
Jason closed the folder and waited for me to tell him what to do. I nodded with my head toward the tower and said, “The tower guards are watching you.” He blew it even harder by turning to look. I told him. “Those tower guards aren’t stupid. Do you want to get labeled a shot caller?” He looked confused. I knew he wanted to be someone so bad that those might be his dreams as misguided as they were. “Take that paperwork to Damon.”
Jason looked shocked and that told me I had hit the lottery.
Damon hadn’t influenced me to D Yard. Jason said, “You’re not supposed to know that’s where the paperwork goes.” I said, “Smartest thing you said but you should have said…Whose Damon? Don’t worry about who checks the paperwork. When you need to know you will.” Jason nodded his head that I was right and again realized I was the one running a check and blurted out, “Who in the fuck are you?” “I told you B.J when you first stuck your face in my door! Go tell Damon I’m here and bring me some food, I’m hungry!” Jason said, “There are two different Damon’s on this yard, which one?” I said, “There is only one that goes by Sir Rott. Tell him to send me a good book to read too.”
Chapter 5
An hour later, I heard the clanking noise from the handle outside the vestibule, then the vestibule opening. I got up to watch Jason walk through the narrow corridor into the building with a laundry bag full of goodies. He ran up the stairs and I had to look out the side of the cell to see down the row. It was fun watching his face to measure his expressions. He was all business and dumped about 20 top ramen soups out, a couple bags of beans and rice, a bunch of other food and two books. Some of it slid under the door and the rest he put back in the laundry bag and tied on the door. He was about to leave without saying a word and I stopped him. “Hey wait a second.” This time Jason looked at the gun tower first. He was learning but should have looked way before he arrived at the cell. The two tower guards were watching. He finally looked at me and said, “Damon sends his love and that he will get at you on paper. I have to go I don’t want to front you off.”
Damon must have told him about me. “Thanks for the concern but if you read my Hole paperwork it says they couldn’t determine any gang allegiance.” Jason said, “I’ve never seen paperwork that had a question mark after gang affiliated? It’s always just yes or no.” I laughed and said, “Those tattoos get you every time.” Jason said, “One of the reports said you were known for calling shots.” I got serious, “Thank God jail house snitches aren’t enough to validate you alone. Besides I like the word peacemaker much better.”
Jason asked, “Are you going to take the keys to the yard?”
He was asking me if I was going to assert absolute control for the White race. Rule it with an iron fist. I liked doing things where everyone had a voice and the ones with the most brains and best actions formed a counsel. It kept everyone on the same page and involved. Being outnumbered by the Blacks 18 to 1 and the Mexicans 20 to 1 it was important to all get along and hold our line tight. I had to end funny and said, “Will these keys you mention let me out of this prison?” Jason was getting used to my humor and took off to leave and I stopped him again and asked, “Where are Little Bird and Droopy from?” Jason didn’t hesitate,
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