The
door popped open. I was already awake. I only slept for an hour and a
half and spent the rest of the time lying awake. Poppi did like he
usually does and jumped at the chance to scurry out and retrieve breakfast. Brooklyn actually woke up this time to eat but only the
pancakes. I ate my cold pancakes and tried to go back to sleep. I,
again, didn't get much sleep before I heard the door pop open again.
“Ok,
rec time! Come on!” A C.O yelled at us.
It was now 11:30am and lunch would be here in any minute. That means the C.Os forgot to let us out in time. During rec, I noticed a new C.O. A young loud mouth who sat there yelling whore and slut at a woman who cheat on her man on Maury. I aslo couldn't help notice Brooklyn did the same thing. As time and Maury went on, the lunch trays arrived only 20 minutes into our rec. This sucked. We grabbed our trays and went back into the cells. After we finished, we sat and waited for everyone else to finish. All the while I'm watching the new C.O, D-bag, laughing his off at Jerry Springer. Time goes by and the dayroom and our cell is quiet. I'm waiting to see when D-bag will let us back out. He never did.
It was now 11:30am and lunch would be here in any minute. That means the C.Os forgot to let us out in time. During rec, I noticed a new C.O. A young loud mouth who sat there yelling whore and slut at a woman who cheat on her man on Maury. I aslo couldn't help notice Brooklyn did the same thing. As time and Maury went on, the lunch trays arrived only 20 minutes into our rec. This sucked. We grabbed our trays and went back into the cells. After we finished, we sat and waited for everyone else to finish. All the while I'm watching the new C.O, D-bag, laughing his off at Jerry Springer. Time goes by and the dayroom and our cell is quiet. I'm waiting to see when D-bag will let us back out. He never did.
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During
evening rec, Mustafa called my named.
“Pack
up, you're going.” No one moved. I wasn't sure if I heard right. I
was moving to a block? Sweet! I jumped up and packed. It was only
7:30pm and transfers didn't leave until 9 but I wanted a head start.
After packing, I sat back in the day room with Brooklyn.
“This
sucks,” Brooklyn said. “I'm going to be so bored.”
“Well you still have a week here so you may come over for a bit.” I said in a very optimistic tone.
“Yeah but I'm stuck with Poppi.” I felt bad for him but I'd be going to a block. We all went back to the cell and sat in silence. Brooklyn fell asleep. I wanted to sleep but Poppi already claimed my mattress.
The door popped open and Mustafa appeared.
“Ok, let's go.” he said. Poppi smiled at me and shook my hand.
“I'm sure I'll see you soon.” It sounded more cynical thatn I actually meant. I left my cell, grabbed my stuff, and bid farewell to block 8.
“Well you still have a week here so you may come over for a bit.” I said in a very optimistic tone.
“Yeah but I'm stuck with Poppi.” I felt bad for him but I'd be going to a block. We all went back to the cell and sat in silence. Brooklyn fell asleep. I wanted to sleep but Poppi already claimed my mattress.
The door popped open and Mustafa appeared.
“Ok, let's go.” he said. Poppi smiled at me and shook my hand.
“I'm sure I'll see you soon.” It sounded more cynical thatn I actually meant. I left my cell, grabbed my stuff, and bid farewell to block 8.
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Being a P.C, I was escorted to unit 10. While in the hallway for 10, my escort asked me to wait while he retrived my greens.“What size are you?” he asked.
“Well this shirt is a 2x but the arms are a bit tight.” I replied.
He left and returned 10 minutes later with a bag.
“So we're out of normal sizes for now so I brought you a 2x and a 10x. But just for now.” Lovely.
I was directed inside unity 10 and told to head to block A. I go into the middle of evening rec and all eyes are on me. Everyone averted their eyes from Dancing with the Stars and stared. I rolled my eyes and went right into the empty cell to change from blue to green. I put the 10x shirt on and it looked like I was wering a dress. It was uncomfortably big.
While in my cell, a few inmate returned from visitation through the main door; one of them being Mikai.
“My nigga!” He said running to my cell with open arms. I went out to the day room and sat at a table by myself and watched Dancing with the Stars. I looked around noticed I recognized many people I'd been here with last time I was here. With my back turned, someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“You was here before wasn't you?” The high pitched familiar voice said. I look up and smiled.
“Yup,” I said.
“Oh, cause I recognize you.”
“I recognize you too Lamborghini.”
Lam walked to the TV squealing at the sight of Kristen Cavalary on Dancing with the Stars.
“Oh I love her! She's, like, My idol!” I smiled and shook my head. What are the odds I'd be with Lamborghini again. Pretty high I suppose considering Lam is heavy into heroin. When I was with Lam before, he was loud, obnoxious and very very gay. But now he was she and she had boobs. I had no idea Lamborghini was transgendered.
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It was laundry day and earlier I put my blues in a baf next to the laundry bag as the C.O instructed me. A very tiny old Asian man, Mr. Chang, saw this and approached me.
“Laundry. Laundry.” He said.
“I'm sorry?” I said trying not to make any racist jokes in my head. He gestured to the bag.
“Oh no, that's separate. It doesn't go inside.” I tried to explain.
“Laundry! Laundry!” He gave me a little push. This make spoke no English.
“NO LAUNDRY!” I said loudly as if he were deaf.
“No laundry,” he mimicked. He walked away and returned with a laundry bag and a pen. Before, inmates needed to buy a laundry bag and now they given one in booking so I had one already. He handed me the bag and the pen.
“I don't need. I have.” I said like a n uppity white woman at the dry cleaners. He kept shoving the pen into my hand.
“He wants you to right your cell number.” Another inmate said.
“NO. No. No. Not my cell.” I gestured to the temporary cell I was staying in. He persisted. He pointed at my blues now sitting by the door because the C.O moved them.
“No laundry. No!” I should while waving my arms.
“No!” he said, “No laundry!” He gave an affirming nod and walked away.
“But thank you,” I said. He didn't acknowledge.
