--Chapter 2, Drug Smuggling 4 dummies--
Oh boy, here I go writing again. Man, I wonder how long until this shit gets boring.
Anyways, I got out of solitary, aka SHU, an hour ago. I'm just sitting down in my bed,
missing my old, strange, Brazilian porn. God, PENID.XXX had the best porn.
Oh, I got off topic again. This stocky, good looking, brown haired, British dude walks into my bunk. He told me he saw me leave SHU, and asks what I did. We have a little convo, I tell him about the issue that happened with the reddish of necks, he tells me what he did. Nothing big, just smuggling drugs for a cartel. No biggie, right? Wrong. Small talk is over and he cuts straight to business, no cheese. "Look, lad. Your new here, yeah?" "I need help with my drug smuggling operation, all my best mates have been bumped up to max."
Me: "I help in this, how?"
???: "Your new, the freshest of meats. You can help me sell my product without being suspicious."
Me: "What's in it for me?"
???: "45$ per 2 hours. All you have to do is deliver or sell my product. Sound good?"
Me: "I'm telling the CO's about this."
???: "HEY WAIT-"
Me: "I'm just fucking with you dude, of course I'll do your drug shit."
???: "Thanks. Names Hoffner by the way."
Me: "Your first name is?"
Hoffner: "We go by last names here, just call me Hof."
Me: "Alright...Hof." "Where's the product?"
Hof: "It's being stored inside the vents inside the laundry room. Sell it to Rudy when you find it. Bring me the money back, got it?"
Me: "Alright, guess your my British babysitter now!"
Hof: "That's the spirit, go get em tiger!"
Me: "I'm pretty tired, I think this little tiger needs to sleep first."
After saying that, I fall back on my bunk and drift to sleep.
--DAY 3--
My 2nd sleep, but the first one where i sleep comfortable, and not in fucking SHU. That's because I have a prison babysitter, aka "employer."
I wake up expecting to see a present with some tool to open the vent. I do see a present,
but it's definitely not Christmas. It's a sticky note that reads "Come see me! -Warden Drumgoole
Oh fuck. Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit. Did he find out already?
Not wanting SHU again, I show the note to some female curly haired black guard, who's super nice, who I'll call Aunt jamama. She confirms the handwriting and escorts me to his office.
Oh fuck.
I walk in his office. He's intimidating, tall, large, musculer. He's bald, has has a large bushy beard, a scar on his eye, and a grey, shiny suit.
*Gulp*
"So." he says with a thick, Russian accent.
"You are not in any trouble, not yet at least. Since you are knew, I just wanted to give you a warm welcome."
Me: "Do you do this to the other 349 inmates?"
Drum: "No, I'm doing it to you because of the charges against you."
Me: "Yadda yadda yadda, murder, yeah I kno-"
Drum: "OUT OF MY OFFICE. THAT'S FUCKING BACKTALK, YOU SCUM!"
Drum, yelling: "THAT'S A SHOT, 3 HOURS LOCKDOWN!"
I swiftly make my exit.
Oh fuck, I have a job to do. FUCK!
I start yelling out fuck
H.G.T: "Want the SHU again, inmate?"
Me: "Fuck off."
H.G.T: "That's a shot."
Me: "Fuck off times 2."
--Chapter 2, End--
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