We talking about work? I’m at a level 3 max. In the hole, the lockdown side of RHU. Niggaz was throwing shit and piss through the slots so now the trustees is throwing water down the floors, upstairs and down stairs, it’s like it’s raining outside but with shit and piss.
So I’m tryna fix a phone, nigga two doors down screaming my name off about some tablet. The nigga infront of me, calling my name. I stop to go talk to him. The nigga to the left start hollering to a nigga in the front about some shit.
He clashing with bro cause dude is calling him a rat, he like, I ain’t no rat! Pussy! And they just go back and forth screaming for 5 minutes.
And the shit about indoor in prisons is the sounds fucking bouncing off the walls. So once one nigga get to screaming, everybody get to screaming and you can’t hear shit. So while all of them are making noise. This nigga in front of me tryna have a conversation wit me.
I tell bro, I can’t hear you, I point to my ear, mouth the words. I can’t hear you. Bro put his mouth to the crack in the glass. I told bro you know better than that. I can’t hear you. I try to continue what I’m doing, and I go outside but I gotta come back.
Now these niggaz and screaming they gone kill me. I got outside, do what I gotta do, come back inside. It’s quiet. I ask this nigga what he want. Bro said “I just wanted to know what you was doing” and started laughing