This is a story about how Ranma wound up in prison and what happens to him
afterwards
Ranma's Point of View ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
I'm Saotome Ranma, a inner city kid from New Orleans. I've got some issues. As I am writing this Im sitting in my 10x10 single cell in the New Orleans State Penitentary. It's a pure shit hole. In my "room" Ive got a bed, (if you can call it that, it's about as comfortable as a bunch of chipped bricks,) and a toilet in the corner, facing the bars. Its great, any random fucking guard or vistor can walk in on me pissing. You don't get any privacy in jail, lemme tell you that. Also, there is a slab of plastic jutting out of the wall, serving as a table, and a plastic chair with a metal frame, like you see in schools. Sounds like comfortable living, huh? Well it is, because at least I have a one person cell and none of the other inmates can get to me. I may be one hell of a fighter, but it's a little disturbing when a bunch of big, dirty men hold you bent over so one can try to fuck you up the ass with his deformed little dick. Sick, the type of people I have to be around so much.
Ive had almost five fucking years of it. Hopfully, if I can keep myself out of trouble, I'll be out of the fucking place in a matter of months. I bet by now your wondering what the hell I'm doing in here. It's a long ass story. But I want to write it down. Hell I might not be alive much longer. I almost died a few times out there on the streets. But I guess since I survived for sixteen years before and I've survived five years of prison I'll be alright. Well it started back in the early eighties, when my mom, Saotome Nodoka, and my dad, Saotome Genma, literally ran into each other. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------
Well that's all I can write right now it's a little late and im a little messed up.
Ranma's Point of View ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
I'm Saotome Ranma, a inner city kid from New Orleans. I've got some issues. As I am writing this Im sitting in my 10x10 single cell in the New Orleans State Penitentary. It's a pure shit hole. In my "room" Ive got a bed, (if you can call it that, it's about as comfortable as a bunch of chipped bricks,) and a toilet in the corner, facing the bars. Its great, any random fucking guard or vistor can walk in on me pissing. You don't get any privacy in jail, lemme tell you that. Also, there is a slab of plastic jutting out of the wall, serving as a table, and a plastic chair with a metal frame, like you see in schools. Sounds like comfortable living, huh? Well it is, because at least I have a one person cell and none of the other inmates can get to me. I may be one hell of a fighter, but it's a little disturbing when a bunch of big, dirty men hold you bent over so one can try to fuck you up the ass with his deformed little dick. Sick, the type of people I have to be around so much.
Ive had almost five fucking years of it. Hopfully, if I can keep myself out of trouble, I'll be out of the fucking place in a matter of months. I bet by now your wondering what the hell I'm doing in here. It's a long ass story. But I want to write it down. Hell I might not be alive much longer. I almost died a few times out there on the streets. But I guess since I survived for sixteen years before and I've survived five years of prison I'll be alright. Well it started back in the early eighties, when my mom, Saotome Nodoka, and my dad, Saotome Genma, literally ran into each other. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------
Well that's all I can write right now it's a little late and im a little messed up.