The past 3 days on 8A have been pretty
much the same. When we woke up, we had to wait for 3 groups of
people to have their rec time: The general populations (blues), then
the re-class -the people that have to be reclassified, and max
security better know as reds. We always went last. Mikai didn't know
this. The C.O mistakenly opened our cells. I closed ours because I
knew it was a mistake since we're P.Cs but Poppi and Mikai went out.
“AY, AY!” Mustafa, an African C.O
yealled while running up to their cell. “You noy supposed to be
out! Go back in!”
“Why I gotta go back in?” Mikai
asked
“You P.C! You don't know that? YOU
P.C!” He shouted casuing many of the blues to watch and listen.
Mikai noticed the unwanted attention
and just went back in. When the door went buzz buzz click very
loudly, we went out for rec.
“Man. He blastin' my shit all loud
that I'm a P.C.” Mikai said banging his hand on the metal table.
Being out meant we got to take our first shower in 4 days. Rec time
was very boring. The C.Os controlled the T.V and never turned it up
load enough for us to hear. I went to the phone to try to call my mom
again but it failed. I checked my account and noticed I had $100 on
my books. This didn't help me since I can't order anything on this
block.
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The days were long and boring. People
constantly banged on their doors to get the C.Os attention.
“C.O!” an inmate would yell.
“What?” The C.O would yell back.
“FUCK YOU!” The inmate would
scream.
“Yeah keep talking shit from behind a
closed door!”
These type of exchanges went on all day
all the time. Many of the blues have been there for weeks. When
someone on one of the other blocks leaves, one of the inmates from 8A
leaves. This could take any amount of time. The same goes for us. Our
chances were lower since there is 1 block for P.Cs.
While locked in our cells, Brooklyn and
I would talk. Our talks became a lot more intimate without Mikai's
testosterone driven input. Brooklyn turned out to actually be very
open-minded and very much like me.
“I'm always the only black guy when
I'm out with my friends.” He once said.
“Me too! I always play spot the
darkie when I'm out at a show or something.” I said.
We talked about music, movies and
everything. All Brooklyn wanted to do was talk to past the time. We
got to know each other very well. The topic of gays came up. Brooklyn
knew almost nothing about gay people. He kept saying he just didn't
understand it. This is because he didn't know any gay people. By the
end of the night, after much gay talk from me, he was pro-LGBT.
Still, I never had the chance to come out to him. We talked more
about the universe, Libertarianism, politics, and our families. He
even told me about a drunken sleep over he had at a hotel with with a
transsexual. Brooklyn was 20 and very naïve about the world.
“We have to hang out when we get
out.” He told me.
I was down with that.
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Miaki's
name was called and he left to go to the P.C block. I'm not sure how
he got to go first. Brooklyn and I were here a day before him.
They
moved Pappi in the cell with me and Brooklyn. He had to sleep on the
floor in this thing that resembles a boat. 3 to a cell was cramped
I'm sure this was illegal like the poo and pee cell.
