Still On My Journey (Sample)

Still On My Journey
Then he went around to different cells and started unlocking the
doors. The guard let a certain number of inmates out of their
cell. Frederico stands at the window and observes several more
inmates who are playing board games. All of the inmates are on
A-level. When an inmate reaches A-level, he no longer has to
be placed in handcuffs or shackles. The inmates are free to roam
and mingle with one another.
Frederico counts about nine inmates out in the center of the
pod. The in-house rules will only allow fifteen inmates out of
their cells at one time. Frederico locks eyes with an older fellow
across the pod. The old head seems to be cool and laid back. He
stands there with his arms folded one over the other one.
Frederico calls for him. “Hey old head, let me speak with
you for a minute.” The older fellow walks towards the cell. He
stands about six feet and two inches tall. His hair is slick to the
back and it is twisted in a ponytail. The curling gel in his hair is
glossing. The older fellow looks like an old pimp. He walks
with a limp.
“What up youngster?” The old heads in the county jail had
told him to ask for a jail house lawyer.
“I need to talk to anyone that knows anything about the law.”
The older fellow turns around and points his finger. Frederico
can see another older guy sitting at the table all alone.
“Well you need to holler at Harvey.” Harvey flips through a
stack of paper one after the other one as paper flies everywhere.
The older fellow turns his head back around and faces
Frederico. “By the way, youngsters. What is your name?” The
conversion changed his mind mindset and now it is time for a
name change.
“You can call me Fred if you like.”
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