This is some serious bullshit, thought Ricky as he sat on the hard wooden bench. He looked over at the bum sitting by the collect call phone in the big cell, muttering quietly to himself (“spiders so many spiders bad spiders”). He looked over at the kid in the corner trying to sleep on the hard bench, using a toilet paper roll as his pillow. Ricky crossed his arms. The cops took his jacket before they fingerprinted him, and it was fucking cold in lock-up.
Ricky was seriously pissed off. Here he sat in jail and the fucking pigs let the white-boy go, even though he started the fight. Ricky was just standing at the bar with Allie and the fucking puto comes out of nowhere and tells Ricky to go back to the hood where he belongs, to leave the girl alone so she could talk to a real man. Ricky was about to tell him to fuck off when Allie did it for him. The white-boy didn’t like that, and started making some racist comments.
“Fucking beaners should stay in the hood,” said the white-boy before he walked away.
“Rich white-boys should learn to handle their booze,” said Ricky with a smile. Allie jumping in on his side had calmed him down.
“What’d you say to me?” said the white-boy, his face turning red, “You wanna step outside, Pedro?” Continue reading “Legion”