The chain wrapped around his waist, His hands tied behind him. There was nowhere to go.
Jeff had nothing to do but follow.
Follow the officers as they pulled him out of his cramped cell and into the even smaller hallway.
Other inmates were hovering about, Getting some time to watch the only t.v. in the lounge area as the guards called it.
In the prisoners mind it was just a small cemeted white room with a few plastic chairs and a few small 4 seated picnic like tables, The ones you'd possabily get for small children, Here you saw big bad tattooed men in their early 20's to late 60's sitting around on them watching a small t.v. tucked up high in the corner, You could probabely get 4 channels to come in at the most and if you were lucky you could even get the all famous channel porn of course the guards would turn that off as soon as it would start to get good. The prisoners getting riled up for the guards intrusion, Hollering and yelling cursewords and other cruel obscenitys until they finally gave up and went back to watching cnn.
Life could be boring and stall in prison and that could be a bad thing, If you don't stay on edge.
"Stay on your toes"My first cell-mate told me my first night here.
You could be a target a very easy target, Anything could happen. You can't forget ever where you are and who's amongst you.
But with being bored comes things to fight about, Some things you would find to be stupid and silly fighting over in the outside world but like I said prison is a boring riotune, You'd do anything to get out of the so called prison life.
After-all boredom could be death. "Always stay on your toes" Yeah, Prison life sucks.
Jeff stops up ahead of a gate, He must have had a vistor but who would visit him now.
The guard pokes me in the back of my shoulder with his whipping stick as I like to refer to it as.
The guards seem to hate to speak to me, They just poke, Pull, push and drag me where-ever they'd like me to go.
They can't just so go no they have to hit me with something.
The guard begins to get testy when I slow down my pace,
I wanna say "Hey!.... I can't help try walking all shackeled up like this, It ain't easy" but knowing it'll only get me a venomous shove and a loud yell in my ear "Shut up and just get moving" I keep it to myself.
Guards are never nice.
I finally reach the visittation room and as I turn the corner I see him sitting there.
His usually long hair is now cut short and slicked back.
I couldn't believe he cut it but more important I couldn't believe he came.
Here he was.
I was thinking I'd never see him again but here he is now standing infront of me.
What a wonderful surprise in the hell I stay in.
