First Day

“That nigga Cheese God’ a million and one hands boy!”

Hear my fellow prisoner telling his rap partner about the fight I have just won.

“Bruh bruh, I’m telling you that shit was pretty as Fuck!”

Witness is excited. 

Have to admit it was pretty impressive.

Combination was the same one my Mom had used on me, on several occasions.

Right jab.

Left jab.

Right uppercut.

With the 700+ lbs of pressure my punches carry, it’s extremely effective.

I call it “Shut up, Sit down, Good Night.”

This particular 3 piece was delivered because I had been disrespected, to the utmost.

First day of prison.

Real prison.

Not county Jail.

Not processing.

Parchman Penitentiary Farm.

Real live chain gang.

I was scared to fucking death.

My Dad had assured me, I was going to be raped.

He’d proclaimed it in his same nonchalant Clint Freeman/Morgan Eastwood monotone.

“They’re going to rape the hell out of you.”

Reassurance was fresh in my mind.

As was the White kid I’d seen brutalized at the processing prison.

So when I put down my mattress and meager belongs, and a man approached I was on guard.

He had a net mesh bag filled with various snacks, ramen noodles, and tobacco products.

My high street IQ wasn’t even necessary.

This was bad.

Knew it before he spoke.

Once he stuttered out “I want you to have this, I thank you pre..” 

Before he finished, I was a blur of motion.

“Shut up, Sit down, Good Night!”

Fear had made it faster than normal.

Took the bag of “zoom zooms and wham whams” from his unconscious hand.

Yell at his incapacitated form.

“I expect a bag like that every week!” 

Snatch the buttons off my brand new MDOC shirt.

“My name is Cheese! You see WHAT I am! Ann nigga want problems, I’m right here. I’ll show you WHO I am!”

Gang Tattoos were on display.

Everyone who cared to could see them.

Man on the floor is affiliated too.

With the opposition.

They won’t retaliate, homosexuality is technically against the rules.

His overtures put him in violation of their laws.

There is no way I can extort him for future mesh bags.

However I was able to keep that one.

Made sure to use it for gambling games.

So people would be reminded of the brutal violence I was willing to resort to.