PRISONER #01119
AGE: 29
SENTENCE: 30 YEARS
CHARGE: SECOND-DEGREE MURDER
DATE OF BOOKING: 11/25/X5
Prisoner #01119 had his turn now. He was a black man with short hair and a mustache.
"Aw, this shit corny as hell, bro!" exclaimed #01119. "Come into somebody's prison! At the age of 19, I came in this fuckin' prison! The first speaker came at the age of 16! We got another speaker come in at the age of 12! Another guy here, he was born in this prison, and he gonna die in this muthafucka, man! Now y'all come in here tryin' to knock the doors down and get in here with those shitty games, man! Y'all crazy, man! Y'all crazy! Y'all lose your lives in this muthafucka!"
Next, he turned his attention to Silver: "White boys! Man, how the fuck are y'all gonna survive in the prison, white boys!? Fuckin' 85% of the population, look like…ah, I dunno about some of these hedgehog-ass muthafuckas, but a lot of people in this prison look like me! You'll get crushed, man! As a matter of fact…get outta that seat, boy!"
"What?" said Silver.
"You heard me!" yelled #01119, "Get the fuck outta that seat!"
Silver did as he was told and got out of his chair.
"Think you so tough, white boy!?" said #01119. "Come in here and you got attitude! You got a stick up your ass or somethin'!? Come on, take a swing at me!"
Silver gasped. "What?"
"You heard me! You got your best shot! Now come on, hit me!"
"No, I won't!"
#01119 motioned towards himself. "Come on, do it!"
"No…it's not right!"
The other lifers also joined in on pressuring Silver, with taunts like: "Yeah, do it!", "chicken-shit muthafucka!" and "ride or die!"
"Man, fuck…take a goddamn swing at me, muthafucka!"
Silver squirmed a little. "No, I'm not going to do it!"
"Come on, you need protection!" said #01119. "Grab my pocket, you bitch!"
Silver did as he was told and grabbed #01119's inside-out pocket.
"Bring your ass! BRING YOUR ASS!" #01119 dragged him front and center.
#01119 then turned to the rest of the kids and pointed to Silver: "Now see, this what happens when y'all don't stand up for your muthafuckin' selves! You gotta be ready to kill some muthafucka in this muthafuckin' prison! See, this bitch right here had an opportunity to be a tough guy, and he failed! Now his manhood is took and he's a Maytag, he spend the next few years as a undercover fag, see!?"
The lifers piped up again: "Yeah, boy!", "That's right!"
Then, #01119 asked Silver, "What's your name, bitch!?
"It's Silver."
"Silver!? Ain't no Silver! As a matter of fact, your name is, uh…Brenda! Say it! SAY IT!"
"No, it's Silver."
#01119 threw his hands up in frustration. "MAN, DON'T YOU KNOW I WILL RAPE YOU!?"
"My name's…Brenda," Silver's eyes were looking down at the floor.
"Yeah, that's right!" said #01119 "Look me in the eyes & tell me your muthafuckin' name!"
"Brenda."
"Yeah, you happy to be Brenda! Take your eyes off me again and I swear I'll murder your faggot ass right up here on this stage!" Then, #01119 turned to his fellow prisoners, "Yo, anybody got any cigarettes?"
All the lifers pulled out packs of cigarettes and waved them around. A dark brown cat had the most, so he effectively "bought" Silver.
"Go over there with him!" ordered #01119. Silver sat down on the bleachers next to the guy that "bought" him. #01119 turned to the visitors and continued: "See that!? He belongs to him now! That happens all the time to young, tender muthafuckas like him! Ain't nothin' here in this prison except aggravation, humiliation, degradation, alienation, and yet you wanna end up like this young, tender muthafucka here! Now I show you what else happens to muthafuckas like him!" He turned his attention to Silver again and pulled something out of his pocket. "Here, I want you to hold this for me! Here, hold this!"
"What's this?" Silver picked the object up and inspected it. It appeared to be a packet of something.
"It's Kool-Aid!" replied #01119. "We put this on bitches like you! Open that muthafucka up!"
Silver opened the packet.
"Lick your lips!"
Again, Silver did as he was told.
"Now stick your finger in that Kool-Aid! Stick it in there! Now take your finger and just do this to the bottom one!"
Silver wiped his finger on his bottom lip and got Kool-Aid on it.
"Come here!" #01119 pretended to kiss Silver. "I kiss you, you orange-flavor muthafucka!"
Meanwhile, Sonic had his hand over his mouth, trying to contain his laughter.
Suddenly, one of the lifers spoke up: "Hey man, look at this! Look at this! Oh, you think this is funny!?" This prompted a brief uproar from the lifers. #01119 went over to Sonic.
"What, y'all think we're fuckin' playin' around, man!?" yelled #01119. Sonic stopped laughing and sat up, terrified. "Apologize, muthafucka, for disruptin' the session!"
"S-sorry for disruptin' ya," said Sonic.
"Who you sorry to!? You sorry to them, or you sorry to me!?"
"Sorry to everybody, I guess…"
"You sorry to every muthafucka! Now sit your punk ass up in that seat and shut your fuckin' ass 'cause I know y'all don't like me spittin' in your god damn face, but there ain't a muthafuckin' thing you can do about it! Now stop laughin'! Ain't nothin' funny about this shit! Punk muthafucka!" #01119 returned to center stage and continued his bit:
"So like I said, we prostitute young, tender muthafuckas like that white boy up in here!" He pointed to Silver. "And like that other man said, when you come in here, you come in here for a long muthafuckin' time! So before you keep messin' up and sellin' shitty-ass games out there, listen to our names and the time that we doin'!" #01119 turned to his fellow lifers: "Come on, gimme some names and some times!"
"#09693, 25 years."
"#01124, life."
"#11146, 27 years."
"#61901, 25 years."
"#91893, double life."
#01119 turned back to the kids:
"#01119, 30 muthafuckin' years! But don't let that fool ya! I probably get my fuckin' ass stabbed to death before I hit the streets, man!" Then, #01119 turned his attention to Shadow: "Come here, kid! Get your ass up here!"
Shadow got up and walked over to #01119.
"You think your ass is gonna go without a muthafuckin' sermon, you gotta be kiddin' me!" said #01119. "Just because you read all them history books and shit don't make me your brother's keeper! 'Cause you'll be swishin' around that muthafuckin' yard hustlin' for your man just like that white boy done! And that goes for all you other muthafuckas too! Now sit your ass back down in that chair!"
Shadow did so. Again, I thought I saw him mutter something else, but like I said earlier, I hardly qualify as an expert lip reader.
Anyways, #01119 turned his attention to Silver: "You too! Get back in your muthafuckin' seat and think about what I show you today!" Silver did so, while #01119 continued: "Now, I'm gonna finish up on this note: Make this your shortest stay in somebody's muthafuckin' institution! The way your game series is goin', you got one foot on a banana peel! The other is slidin' towards a prison, or maybe a fuckin' graveyard! Real life ain't no game! Ain't no muthafuckin' reset button when you fuck up out there on the streets! Ain't no extra men when you get 100 coins or some shit! Remember this: You only got one life to live, so don't get it fucked up, man!"
#01119 sat down at the bleachers and let the next lifer do his speech. I could see Silver trembling with fear in his seat. At that moment, I got an unusual idea: What if there was another universe where Silver had been convicted of a crime and tried to break out of prison?
Nah, I shouldn't bother with such thoughts…
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