THREE DAYS UNTIL SAN QUENTIN
1:30am: My life is over. It’s just done. I am going to San Quentin Prison in three days, for a violent crime. I’d rather not say what it was, but let’s just say I needed the money, if you know what I mean. Then one thing led to another and now I’m left with three days to get my affairs in line before they send my ass to San Quentin contentuary. I’m freaking out right now, because I been hearin’ a lot of rumors about San Quentin. Some nasty ones at that. I got homie named Marshmallow out in LA that has been to San Quentin and he is gonna prep me for the worst, tonight.
6:45am: Alright, now I’m driving out to Marshmallow’s place so he can prep me up. He sent me a list of all the stuff I gotta do, and I have no idea what any of this is. There is all these code names of times and things and all this stuff that I need to know how to or what it is. I’m prayin’. I don’t got a clue what I’m in for, and I’m almost 100% sure it’s going to be a living hell.
10:15am: I’m at Marshmallow’s house right now. He just explained some of the thing on the list for my prison prep course. I’m feelin’ good now. I know all the stuff I need to. Actually scratch that. I’m freaking out right now because I know everything I need to. This is crazy. Prisoners go their own lifestyle goin on. There are codes for everything. You have to prove yourself in ridiculous ways. There is now way that I could live through prison without getting beaten, killed, or worse. But I just have to throw out the fact that I have mad respect for Marshmallow. If it wasn’t for him, I would die the first day of prison. Especially San Quentin.
5:30pm: Holy ****. Just Holy ****. Prison is crazy. Its a whole different world. It’s a different way of living. All the rumors are true. Every last one. It’s sick, they way everything is run, and how you establish dominance, and EVERYTHING. I am going to die. I thought I was a thug, but all the **** that goes down in San Quentin makes me look like a spoiled rich white kid. Not only this, but today was only my first day. Marsh said that tomorrow were gonna go over all the “nasty stuff”. God only knows what that it. It’s official, I’m screwed.