Day 3

Day 3 - Saturday

3:00 am

Wake up. It's breakfast time again. It feels like I had no sleep whatsoever. Doing nothing all day sure had a toll on my body. I ached everywhere and my feet hurt like hell. If I were to guess why, I'd bet it was the horrible hard cement floors I did have to stand on every now and then. Jumping off and landing down form the top bunk every couple times a day. Whatever it was, My back and feet hurt the most.

Another problem arose on the third day. I started to smell a distinct rotten Velveeta cheese smell every so often. No surprise there, it was my funky armpits. Ok, so I hadn't taken a bath yet. So what? I'm a weird guy. I was here for a week. I figured no one would want to rape a smell guy. At least that's what I was hoping. So, with that in mind, I figured I could go a week without a bath.

And so I did.

Breakfast was something like stale cereal or something. It's not like it was good enough for me to remember. Ate it quick I did, and then scampered back to my cubby to rest my bones.

10:00 am

Lunch Time, joyous me! I think we were given those awesome sandwiches that they handed out back in the booking area. Delicious! /sarcasm

Whatever. With that in my stomach I went and tried to go back to sleep, but I just started at the ceiling for a long time before giving up. I had to do something to make this day go by quicker.

But what...

So, I figured I'd find a good read and try to find a book to help the day progress. In my small, open cell of a room, there were a couple of books. As I fumbled through them I actually found one that I kinda sorta wanted to read: A Star Wars book.

My friend AJ used to ramble on about these books, but I'm not that big of a nerd. (hahaha) I've only watched the SW movies. This would be a new experience for me. The book was part of the Bounty Hunter Wars or something. Book 2 entitled Slave Ship or something. It was a continuation of the adventures of Boba Fett that universe greatest bounty hunter. Hell, before grabbing onto this thing I didn't even know Boba Fett had survived that pitfall. Oh, the miracles of fiction.

So I had my time shaver. I figure if I could read like eight chapters or so a day that I could make this entrapment seem less dreadful. I doubt I could annoy anyone by just staying in my bed all the time. So, that's what I did. It worked for the most part.

The other inmates were downstairs causing the normal ruckus. Whenever a new person came into this holding block, the regulars would shower them with the same insults, bigotry and profanity that I was greeted with. Thing was, no one in this place looked like me. Someone that didn't belong. I have class, these people were the scum of the earth and didn't mind showing it. Thinking about these facts made me almost sick to my stomach.

Oh well, no use in crying over spilled milk, right?

Movie time began around eleven. I stopped reading every now and then to catch what these convicts would finally agree to watch. Some of the movies they watched on that day were...

Cabin Fever
To Kill a Mockingbird
Batman Returns
Batman Forever

What an all star list!

As I looked down on the people I was staying with, in my bed on the second floor. It almost seemed like an after school day care of sorts. Everyone was always shouting and arguing and cursing and being obnoxious, but when those commercials ended everything calmed down and all eyes were glued to the TV screen. It was almost comical.

Almost.

4:00 pm

Dinner Time! I couldn't wait! /sarcasm Don't remember what we had, don't care. I started to notice things in this place.

Coffee was a hot commodity. Like as in crack like important. People would consume cold coffee at any point in the day. They would trade things like deodorant and tooth paste for just a sliver of coffee grinds. I didn't get it. But I guess it was for the caffeine or something. It made them feel alive? Whatever, I was never a big coffee drinker. I could survive having no energy for a week. I'd just pretend I had mono or something!

The two people I slept with were starting to warm up to me. They kept trying to talk to me, but I just gave them a quick response and went back to my reading. Every once in awhile I would say something that they would laugh about, but I can't really remember those exacts details. One thing they found that was funny was my reason for being here. They pretty much told me to join the club in a way. That everyone in here was getting fucked by the government and authority figures. I knew I was different though. I just knew that I don't go out and search for this kind of nonsense.

But, with me talking to them more and more they finally asked the big question. "Yo, man what's your name?"

I froze. "Uhhhhh, Ryan."

They busted out laughing. "You waited too long. We know that's a fake name. C'mon man, we ain't gonna hunt you down when we get out of here," they said trying to reassure me. Really? I wasn't too sure about that one, but to make them feel like dumb asses as they laughed at me, I grabbed my ID badge and showed them my name.

They got another good laugh when they found out that I wasn't lying, but decided to give me a nickname instead of calling me Ryan. They shortened my last name and after that point I was called, "Cliff."

I found out there names too. The toothless black man who looked like Tyrone Biggums was actually called Tyrone! The other black man who looked around my age was Anthony, or Tony for short.

Tony, Tyrone and Cliff....BFF.

I could feel a new social link open up in my life. /sarcasm

Tony was reading a newspaper. I could hear him flipping the paper thin pages over from above him.

Newspaper? I wonder what sort of zaniness was going on in the world while I was stuck in this joint. I looked over the bunk so I could get a glimpse of what he was reading. In all actuality the more I thought about it, the more I just wanted that days sudoku. That is if no one else had gobbled it up yet. So, I asked him to let me see the paper when he was done. He did, and I quickly scammed though the comics for my precious numbers puzzle.

It was still there! And it hadn't been touched, heh. I tore it out as Tony looked on. He was like "Awww hell nah. This nigga thinks he smart or something." I just ignored him with a smile as I asked to borrow a pen. He mentioned that they used to have someone bunking with them that used to always play these games. Tyrone jumped in the conversation speaking something about him never being able to figure them out. It being Saturday meant that this was the hardest level sudoku the newspapers published. I didn't say anything to them, I just borrowed a pen and went to work.

I was glad this was a hard one. The harder it was meant the more time I would waste trying to decipher it and thus make the day go by quicker. Sadly, I did this one in like record time. Thirty or so minutes which greatly disappointed me. I gave back my pen with a hint of displeasure on my face. tony took that as me giving up. The man said some jokes before I dropped the completed puzzle too.

Tony and Tyrone didn't stop talking about how they had never seen anyone complete one of those so fast or something, that they were amazed. Yay, groupies.

The day light started to remove itself from my bedchamber which meant the end of my bounty hunter exploration. What I got out of that days read was that Boba Fett was a bad ass. Wish he didn't die (or not die) like a bitch in the third movie, heh.

There was another movie we watched as night crept inside the prison, but I can't remember it. That night it took me forever to fall asleep for some reason. But eventually it happened, and it was good.

Day 3 was over.