Chapter 5: Jungle Boogie

At the Prison...

Louis sat in the corner of his cell, it was empty. Jackie was out with three of his bitches, two white men named Ralph and "Butta," and a Mexican fellow whose name Louis didn't know. Jackie was fairing better Louis, Louis hated it here, after the tragic death of his beloved dog Waffles, the only thing keeping him sane was masturbation. It was the only release (literally) he had from this place, those 2 1/2 minutes were Heaven to him. The darkness filled the room, the only sound the gentle slapping, "Fap, fap, fap" that Louis was so accostomed to. Winslow limped to Louis' cell, having not fully recovered from Screech's little after dinner snack. Louis stared at him, "Go away." he said staring down at his genitals. "Missin' your dog, motherfucker?" Winslow said with malice. Louis' fist clenched, and he threw a fresh gloop of love-juice at Winslow's face. Winslow wiped his splooge-ridden face, cringed, and grabbed the bars of the cell. "LISTEN COCKSUCKER, YOU CAN SIT HERE JERKIN' OFF ALL DAY, BUT THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT. YOUR IN HERE FOR A LONG TIME!!!" Winslow stormed off as fast he could, missing testicle and all.

It was lunch time, Jackie tried to nudge Louis out of his corner, but Louis wouldn't budge. "I'm not hungry Jack, go ahead without me." Jackie sighed, put his arm around Butta's shoulder, and went off to the cafeteria. Which was still stained with the scattered remains of what used to be Waffle. Louis was lying, he hadn't eaten in days. No one was around anymore, they were all at lunch, Louis did what he had been doing the past thre days: He reached into the mangy toilet and grabbed out a large turd. He stared at log, disgusted, but hunger overcame. Louis sank his teeth into the what was now delicious looking piece of shit. The smell was horrible, but the taste was something Louis had grown to accept. He finished it in about three bites, he looked at his pooey fingers, and began to cry.

Meanwhile in the cafeteria...

Winslow jumped onto one of the tables, he started to kick trays out from the inmates who were eating off of them. He kicked Jackie's nameless Mexican lover on the side of his head. He took out a cane and a top hat, and began to sing:

"It's a hard cock life, for you.

And there's nothin' you can do.

Gonna be here, all your life

Gonna be here, all you life

Get a prison...wife!

Everybody in the cafetreia was amazed by Winslow's lyrical genious, was this rehearsed? WInslow started to laugh, as he began to kick everyone on the table. He had a new-grown sense of courage after Screech was put in Solitary Confinement. Jack said, "Marawww." Winslow stopped dancing, threw off his hat and turned to Jack, "Watch your mouth, you dirty Australian Nigger!" Jack stood up and gave a bouncing kick to Winslow's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Winslow got up and looked at the other guards, "Get thts motherfucker." This wild up the other inmates, and within minutes a riot insued. Louis could hear the fighting from his cell, where he was finishing up another round of feces, "The hell..."

Louis walked towards the cafeteria and saw among the brawl: Jackie break two guards' necks with strong kicks to their faces, Butta' in a neckhold by a rookie officer, but the thing that made Louis snap was the sight of ol' "Sheephead" being beatdown by Winslow. That was just wrong, Sheephead had nothing to anyone. They called him Sheephead because his step-father had molested him as a child. That's how Sheephead had gotten in the slammer in the first place, he had killed his step-dad. Louis' hips started girating, his pelvis was moving out of control... Louis jumped up on a table, he began to sing:

Sweet Dreams are made of these...

Who am I to disagree?

I'll kick you so hard, with blood you'll pee...

Sweet Drea................

Louis was interrupted by Winslow's foot in his nuts. "You ain't a singer, boy." Louis' pupils dilated, he couldn't feel below his waist. Winslow laughed hysterically, he then backed away from Louis, cracked his knuckles, touched his toes, and began to sprint towards Louis. "KIAI!!!!" Winslow had administered a punishing Dragon-Kick. Louis flew off the table to the wall opposite the cafeteria. Winslow stretched, everyone stood silent in the cafeteria. "Lock this motherfucker up."

To Be Continued in: Kangaroo Jack 2, Chapter 6