I'm sitting in my cell late at night waiting for my medication to kick in. It's hot. EXTREMELY hot. They have finally turned the heating on in the jail, and it's going into overdrive..so much so, Sha says
"It's as hot as a thousand n****rs in here, no bewlshit". He's right, it is very hot.
About half hour goes back, and Sha seems completely lost in whatever 'book' he is reading..
"GAD DAIM!"
I lean off the bunk to see what has got Sha in such a mess..He's looking at a 'Hip Hop' magazine.. Explain?
In federal prison (fuck the police, that means YOU), you are not allowed porn magazines. I'm informed by fellow inmates that in the state, you are allowed whatever the fuck you like..Buttman, Asscapades and so on..I'm even told a story by Sha about how on a visit he actually fucked his visitor in the smoking room..then ELEVEN months later she said she had just given birth to his child and wanted alimony money lol..Another story that can wait for now! "bitch you ain't no elephant" lol
So, these 'hip hop' magazines are basically just pictures of women with phenominally big asses (nice!), being asked the most classiest and professional questions by an obviously extremely well educated interviewer. I read one of the interviews, first few questions are innocent enough..age, where are you from...5th question "What is good dick to you?" 6th question "straight or curved?" and so on..class out the ass!
Sha explains that if we would've met on the street, he really would've showed me the city..
"man, every chick i know woulda been trying to suck yo dick, they'd be boasting about it too like 'yo i sucked off this sean connery talkin motherfucker'" and goes further, letting me know..
"Man, you woulda had chicks sittin' on yo face an everything kid"
..Seems i really was hanging with the wrong cats in New York! Real talk!
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