Unable to make bail, I simply learn to make due.
And after 18 hours in the hoosegow, there isn't a single mutha fucka in Cell Block C who isn't my bitch. But I guess that doesn't surprise anyone.
Still, I've managed to do something that hasn't been done in King County Correctional in more than 18 years. I've managed to unite the entire general population: the Aryans, the brothers, the vatos, the bangers-- even the straight-out psychos. They're all standing together now, united --IN FEAR! Even the guards know better to mess with Kid Layman™.
Anyway, here's me and my home-slice, Shank, after doing some bench-presses in the yard during our exercise hour. Gotta run. Some punk-ass just looked at me funny. That fool needs to get cut.