The Brothers chp.1

9 days since Jazz received the kite from his brother and 7 days until his parole hearing. With the fucked up news Jazz received he found his self thinking and stressing about what was out of his hands at the moment. With an extensive workout for his self already established, he figured staying in the pit for an extra half an hour would help relieve the stress and put the finishing touches on his already muscular defined body. Jazz was an athletic lanky 180 pounds when he first got locked but do to his good hustling skills witch definitely came in handy being locked up, he would be comin out a muscular,monsterous 215 pounds. Jazz was 6'3 smooth black skin with waves spinning outta control. Jazz spent a lot of time grooming his new image shit when he wasn't working out he was brushing his teeth to keep his colgate smile intact or he was brushing his hair with a homemade brush he made from a few toothbrushes that seemed to work better than anything else. A few hours after doing his daily workout with an extra 30minutes, Jazz had settled into his cell awaiting going to take a shower. In between time he started reading the bible but was interrupted by homicide. John walters aka homicide was 48 and serving a life sentence for killing his friend. Jazz heard talk about homicides legend throughout the prison. Stories about how he killed his friend, most of witch was over exagerrated. Jazz got a chance to hear what happen from the horses mouth." Yeah, young blood"! Homicide said in his slow drawl. "That mudafucka asked for it"! "Smacked me in front of dat bitch and every mudafucka in da gambling house"! "I didn't wanna do it but he made me"! "He was supposed to be my mudafuckin boy but I guess that cocain got the best of dat fool"! He had been sniffin cocain and losing his mudafuckin money wit dat janky bitch on his side, I lost the money I had and asked to borrow 500 dollars when he started talkin crazy and had the audacity to reach across the mudafuckin table and slap me! Can you believe dat mudafucka? He asked jazz! Jazz just shook his head as if to say he couldn't believe the man when actually he had never meet the man and didn't know what the now deceased man was capable of. "I thought about cutting his mudafuckin hand off for violating me"! "But instead I went out to my car to get my 357 snub nose and when I came back in him and the bitch was in the corner laughin"! "I got the last mudafuckin laugh tho"! "I bust the light bulb wit the but of the gun and smoked that mudafucka like a newport"! Homicide said laughin to his self." And I don't regret it one bit"! "I only wish I had got a chance to hit that bitch too, she the reason im in this mudafuckin hell hole"! Homicide had calmed down a lot since jazz first met him but still was one not to be fucked with or trusted for that matter. Homicide took a liking on Jazz as soon as jazz arrived to his cell when normally he would use his reputation to intimidate the younger cats into gettin what he wanted out of em if he wasn't already conning em out of it. Jazz was different tho and homocide knew it off back. Jazz came through the door with game he obtained from the streets being forced to raise his self and his brother at a young age. Jazz started hustlin when he was just 12, pumpin gas and washing windows at a local gas station for change. Later he found himself shootin dice and playin cards professionally, huslin his lil friends and anybody else that bet agaist him. By the time he was 15 he was saling enough crack and weed to buy clothes and any old skool car wit a fast engine. During some of his later teenage years he would have a short run of being a stick up kid but he figured he was a lil too smooth for that and could con most people out of what he wanted and he was right. Being blessed wit the gift to gab saling drugs seemed like the natural thing to do. After talkin and listenin to homicide talk it was time to hit the showers. Mostly everybody had taken a shower and the prison was as wide open as the asshole of the biggest fag in the facility. When it was limited and close to nobody in the showers, the showers was a place where the homosexuals met to have sex and tonight was no different. Apon reachin the showers he could see moerice taylor aka moenique on his knees suckin this new face dick like his life depended on it and by the way things went in prison his life maybe did depend on it. Jazz just turned his head but made a quick double take because although the he never seen the dude that was gettin his dick sucked in the compound he have seen the guy to many times and was in complete shock to not only see him locked up with him but to see him getting his joint ate up by moenique!!!!!