“Creative Funny Prison Story”
“We’re gonna put you in here Jenkins, be a while before the parole board sees ya”, and the prison led the chained up convict into the holding cell.
“Hey, I been on that prison bus allday, now I got to wait more, how bout some food?!” Jenkins blurted out as he was being unchained.
“Yea yea, we’ll see”, and the steel door slammed shut.
Now all Jenkins could do was pace, sleep on the wooden bench, or look out the window over downtown Manhatten. First he paced. Food came, not much. He dozed a while. Looked out the window and the hours passed…
“…JENKINS !!”
“Yoo…?!” Jenkins yelled back
“Come to the door, bad news, trip was wasted, parole hearing been rescheduled, sorry” the guard informed him.
“Screw you, get me back on the bus”
“… can’t, in the morning, have a nice dark” and the guard moved on.
“hey, what about some more food, that was nothing”
“… later” he heard faintly.
Now Jenkins looked around more, knowing the long night coming. Looked at the bench, concrete table, stall with sink and toliet… “Geez” was all he could say.
“Put em’ in there” he heard, waking him as the steel door opened.
In came a thin, mustached Asian man. Jenkins watched the man, nervous, just standing there… “Sit down enjoy” Jenkins mumbled falling back asleep. There Jenkins laid, using the orange jumpsuit as a pillow; sleeping in his underwear, socks and prison boots on.
The food trays banging woke him once again. “Get the trays through the slot” ordered Jenkins, the thin Asian obeyed. While Jenkins ate, the Asian just sat. “you eat’in or what?” asked Jenkins. The Asian just shook his head no. “Fine, I’ll eat it” and Jenkins took and ate it.
Jenkins looked over and the Asian was sitting on the toilet. Just peeing. “…oh boy” said Jenkins, “Hey, I ain’t one to pry, but what are ya in for”
The Asian waited a bit… “I shot my lover in a bank” Now, at least Jenkins knew why the Asian was in a federal holding suite. “You a fag or something?” asked Jenkins. The Asian just stood staring down at his small feet. “Is he dead?” The Asian shook no, “You’ll do five, wasn’t a bank job was it?” The Asian shook no. “You got a record?” Another no. “Hey, we’ll be in here all night, you gonna just shake your head?” The Asian just sat staring down. ” ahh, the hell with ya” and Jenkins started doing push ups, alot of push ups. When he got done he sat next to the Asian. “You got a lawyer?” The Asian just shrugged. “Listen you chink bastard, either say something or you get a beaten, which is it?”
“… my name is Alice” blurted the Asian in a true female voice.
Jenkins, eyes popping “Your a girl??!!” The Asian shook her head yes, then spoke… ” I thought I could get away with it, I mean shooting Curtis. He, he stole all my momey, lied to me, always. So I dressed like this, went and shot him, froze, couldn’t run”
“And they don’t know your a woman?” The Asian shook his head no. ” Oh-boy, wait till the guys upstate hear this when I get back–no, no don’t cry” And Alice sobbed herself to sleep….
TO BE CONTINUED…..