Free ROLL CALL ~ A Prison List (True Prison Story) by Glenn Langohr Page B

office first. Then when that building got off lock-down he got smashed by five dudes from Fresno. I heard they got him pretty good on the second tier where it took longer for the guards to arrive. They split his head with state cups if the story I heard is accurate. It’s poetic justice. That dude was oblivious and only cared about himself.”
    I remembered the peace treaty he’d mentioned. “Who drew up this peace treaty you mentioned?”
    I was looking at it like Fresno had and visualized the worst possible scenario. What if Screwball allowed Damaged to get sent out of the building to make them happy. Then, when the program opened up and we got dayroom together… What if they okie-doked the whole move and rushed our race with weapons?
    Screwball said, “The proposed peace treaty came from them. I told them it would take some time for us to go over it before we got back to them. We can’t roll with it as is because it’s not a fair trade to give up one of ours without them giving up one of theirs. It’s lopsided until then and it would look like we got our program dictated to us.”
    I offered, “Pick out three of theirs for them to pick one to send out of the building with Damaged.”
    Screwball said, “That’s what I’m thinking because it gives them some latitude. Why don’t you scout them out and we’ll put something together slowly and carefully.”
    I nodded my head that I could do that.
    Screwball continued. “I’m getting close to seeing my counselor and sent to another prison. When I leave I’m going to leave the responsibility of this building to you.”
    I shook my head and stared at Screwball with a stoic mask and said, “No you’re not… I’m busy writing a book right now and don’t want this drama.” I was just kidding but played it out to see how Screwball would react. If I didn’t run the building or have enough control of it, the drama would infect me anyway. My eyes gave the first hint that I was kidding and Screwball started laughing.
    Screwball walked toward his cell and stopped by another one on the way. I heard him yell, “Hey Blockhead!! Are you alright in there?”
    I already know of Blockhead. He was the president of a biker gang we all knew about. He had a life sentence but everyone that knew him well loved his big heart. I heard Blockhead yell from his bunk in his cell. “What are you, a doctor?” I laughed at the fifty something year old and heard the love in his voice when he said, “I’m alright youngster, Thanks for checking!” As Screwball made his way to his cell I thought about how Screwball had been at my cell for the whole hour the guards let him out. I looked around at all the heads from Fresno standing at their cell door looking at me.

CHAPTER 19
     
    “Hey bro, which of these samples do you want to put in the pipe? Or do you want to roll a joint before paddling out to catch some waves?”
    Damon sat in his car’s driver seat. He had three plastic bags of high quality marijuana he was using as samples of the product. Sitting in the passenger seat of the Buick, Todd examined them. The first bag had three lime green popcorn shaped nodules that were spongy and sticky to the touch. Todd squeezed the bag and the nodule’s T.H.C. crystals stuck to the plastic.
    Damon was outraged! “Hey bra, don’t squeeze the pungies! You’re deforming my sample dude!
    Todd, already grizzled from an early morning joint, smiled. “Smell that fragrance my pinch produced. I think this pot might bring peace to the Middle East… This is the Hawaii Kush isn’t it?”
    Damon grabbed the bag from Todd and said, “Yup.” He tore a piece of the sticky bud off to put in the pipe and realized the inside of the car smelled like a skunk. Damon handed the pipe to Todd and wrapped up the sample and put it in his board shorts to get it out of the way.
    Todd watched while he lit the pipe and wagged his finger at the same time with the lighter in it in the universal no, don’t do it