1999, Bakersfield CA

You have recently gotten arrested. It was hard to remember since you were drunk. It was mostly a blur. But you had drank a whole bottle of whiskey and then found your keys. The rest is history.

So. You found yourself in prison. Well.. kinda. You were sitting in a boring, empty room. Except there was a line of chairs and a few plants scattered around. Probably a waiting room or some shit.

Then, a guy walked in. A guard? Officer? Who knows. You were hungover and scared out of your mind. But he had an orange jumpsuit. You had to stay here for eight months instead of six because you crashed into a pole and damaged it. Stupid..

You took off your clothes and put on the jumpsuit. Then another guard (or officer?) came in, and both of them grabbed you by your wrists. They led you out of the boring room and into a million other hallways. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of a cell with a pretty scary looking guy in it.

they shoved you in carelessly and locked the cell, walking away. You could tell everyone knew you were here and that you were new. You could feel everybody's eyes on you. It was absolutely giving terrifying, to say the least.

The scary guy stood up and walked over to you. He was a little taller than you with his head full of braids. His eyes were cold and blue but full of curiosity and also a bit of annoyance.

"So.. you're my new cellie?"

he spoke, his gruff voice filling the silence.