Jerry's Writing Twitter.
Behind this cut is today's sampling of either Micro-Fiction or Cereal for Twits... Err... Twitter Serials.
20:21 I've called ahead, so I'm waved in as soon as I open the door. He's already in the visiting area, they tell me. Whoopie. Let's make it quick #
20:25 I enter and walk up to the window. He's smiling, missing about half of his teeth, bruised and bloody. Our boy's been in a fight. #
20:26 Not too surprising. This prison's full of guys like Frank, which is why they spend the better part of their lives on total lockdown. #
20:29 I pick up the receiver. He's already holding his, still smiling like a toothless retard. "You ain't got a pair of double D's," he remarks. #
20:31 "Sorry to disappoint," I tell him. "Once, I had a solid C cup, but, y'know, junkies tend to slim down a bit. You get your ass kicked often?" #
20:32 "Only when it's worth doing, y'know, only when it's fun," he smiles again. Damned smile makes me want to hit him, too. "What do you want?" #
20:44 "Straight for the throat. How very nostalgic it must be for you," I remark. "Your ring. An extremely detailed dragon with a black stone." #
20:46 "What of it? Your boys pried it off me when you shoved my ass in here - which still pisses me off. I liked that ring. It left a nice dent." #
20:49 "That's the problem. Your ring popped up somewhere on the outside, and here it is, all locked up with you. How's that happen?" I ask. #
20:51 "Sounds like my little dragon's been flying," he states. "Or it grew some legs and walked it's scaly silver ass on out the door." #
20:52 "Or it's a different copy of the same ring. So where'd you get it, Frank?" I ask him. "Why the fuck would I tell you anything?" he returns. #
20:55 "I've got friends in this place. I can make the rest of your stay here hell," I tell him. "Just give me a name and I'll be on my way." #
20:56 "You've also got enemies. More enemies than friends last I checked. You really think you can scare me with that shit, Jack?" he says. #
21:03 "You and your little cop games - you ain't no cop no more, Jack. Not since we fucked up your woman. Wish I'd been there for that." #
21:05 "I hear she was wearing a little skirt, hiked up to her stomach when she fell. My boys say she got a nice little pussy on her." he laughed. #
21:07 I stand up like a shot, punching the glass between us, full force. He jumps back, startled, then begins to laugh. My knuckles are bleeding. #
21:08 The guard runs to my side, hand on his holster, and touches my shoulder. "Sit down," he says, "or I'm going to have to remove you." I sit. #
21:10 Son of a bitch is still laughing. I shake out my hand, a sharp pain spreading as I move it. I hope nothing's broken. I pick up the receiver. #
21:14 "Maybe you're not the brightest guy in here, but you'll get this. This place is hell, but I can make it a little easier," I tell him. #
21:17 "I'll get you out of F-Block, I'll get you away from the warden that's been beating the shit out of you. Just give me something. A name." #
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20:21 I've called ahead, so I'm waved in as soon as I open the door. He's already in the visiting area, they tell me. Whoopie. Let's make it quick #
20:25 I enter and walk up to the window. He's smiling, missing about half of his teeth, bruised and bloody. Our boy's been in a fight. #
20:26 Not too surprising. This prison's full of guys like Frank, which is why they spend the better part of their lives on total lockdown. #
20:29 I pick up the receiver. He's already holding his, still smiling like a toothless retard. "You ain't got a pair of double D's," he remarks. #
20:31 "Sorry to disappoint," I tell him. "Once, I had a solid C cup, but, y'know, junkies tend to slim down a bit. You get your ass kicked often?" #
20:32 "Only when it's worth doing, y'know, only when it's fun," he smiles again. Damned smile makes me want to hit him, too. "What do you want?" #
20:44 "Straight for the throat. How very nostalgic it must be for you," I remark. "Your ring. An extremely detailed dragon with a black stone." #
20:46 "What of it? Your boys pried it off me when you shoved my ass in here - which still pisses me off. I liked that ring. It left a nice dent." #
20:49 "That's the problem. Your ring popped up somewhere on the outside, and here it is, all locked up with you. How's that happen?" I ask. #
20:51 "Sounds like my little dragon's been flying," he states. "Or it grew some legs and walked it's scaly silver ass on out the door." #
20:52 "Or it's a different copy of the same ring. So where'd you get it, Frank?" I ask him. "Why the fuck would I tell you anything?" he returns. #
20:55 "I've got friends in this place. I can make the rest of your stay here hell," I tell him. "Just give me a name and I'll be on my way." #
20:56 "You've also got enemies. More enemies than friends last I checked. You really think you can scare me with that shit, Jack?" he says. #
21:03 "You and your little cop games - you ain't no cop no more, Jack. Not since we fucked up your woman. Wish I'd been there for that." #
21:05 "I hear she was wearing a little skirt, hiked up to her stomach when she fell. My boys say she got a nice little pussy on her." he laughed. #
21:07 I stand up like a shot, punching the glass between us, full force. He jumps back, startled, then begins to laugh. My knuckles are bleeding. #
21:08 The guard runs to my side, hand on his holster, and touches my shoulder. "Sit down," he says, "or I'm going to have to remove you." I sit. #
21:10 Son of a bitch is still laughing. I shake out my hand, a sharp pain spreading as I move it. I hope nothing's broken. I pick up the receiver. #
21:14 "Maybe you're not the brightest guy in here, but you'll get this. This place is hell, but I can make it a little easier," I tell him. #
21:17 "I'll get you out of F-Block, I'll get you away from the warden that's been beating the shit out of you. Just give me something. A name." #
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