THIS FUCKED-UP LOOKING JAMAICAN GUY WITH DREADLOCKS is hanging with his
crew, and he goes to this white kid and says, "Yo, you want some of my cigarette?"
And this white boy goes ahead and takes two pulls on the cigarette. This
is in Queens Central Booking."
Taking those pulls on the Jamaican's smoke was the worst mistake in that
white boy's life. It was the worst mistake Jose "King Boost" Morales had
ever seen anybody make in all his years of hard time.
"The white boy gives the Jamaican back his cigarette," King Boost continues,
"and the Jamaican guy takes a razor out of his mouth and shows it to him.
He says to the white boy, "Now I want those pulls back."
"That white boy starts cryin," interrupts Boost's main partner, Chris.
"Yeah," continues Boost, " The Jamaican guy gets his boys to gather around
them, so nobody can see, right? Then he tells them to kick a beat, to cover
the noise so the guards won't hear. 'Cause there was guards right outside
the tank, and if they would have heard anythign they would have been right
in there. Now the Jamaican guys sits down on the bench and he takes out
his dick. He says, "gimme those pulls."
"I seen that white boy," says Chris.
"He was cryin', 'cause he knew there wasn't nothing he could do. That white
boy put his head down and sucked the Jamaican guy's dick then and there."
THE CORRECTIONS OFFICERS, CONTRARY TO WHAT YOU might suspect, are every
bit as dangerous as the prisoners. Consider: they're the ones who have chosen
to be here. Antagonize them or disrespect them under no circumstances.
"They'll hide your papers," says Bays. He means your docket papers, the
papers that say you exist. "That's the worst feeling in the world - you
see guys come in and in three days they get called out before you, and you
like, oh shit, when am I getting out of here? 'Cause the guards put your
papers back at the bottom of the pile."
The C.O.'s have less subtle methods of punishment at their disposal as well.
"They got a thing on they belts, and if you pull that thing out it's like
an alarm, and in two seconds you'll have like eight big motherfuckers putting
their sticks on you." Boost says, "I saw one guy who was in a fight, and
they came in to break it up. He grabbed one of their clubs," he winces.
"I heard that stick, I felt that stick hit his head."
If for any reason the guards should enter the cell while you're in there,
turn away. Play the wall or hit the floor; there's going to be indiscriminate
violence.
The good feeling will wear off in a hurry if they sentence you and toss
you back in.