A nigga from another unit approached me today...

I ain't know this nigga from Adam, but he said Eric owed him some money. I was vexed. "What the fuck that gotta do with me," I said. 
Now Eric had told this nigga that I hit him for his little stash while we were on the bricks and that the only way he could pay is if somebody made me pay
Now I'm no small dude. I'm 6 feet and 240 pounds, but this nigga was on some Hulk Hogan shit. I'm talking huge! He had me by at least 5 or 6 inches
(No Homo) and this nigga was all muscle. 
Okay Hype, play it smart. "Look, playboy. What happen to Eric was pure business. If that nigga owe you, you need to handle that nigga! I ain't paying shit for nobody! I continued to ice grill the nigga but I knew in my mind that this nigga was not about to back down. So we stood there locked on each other for what seemed to be hours. And then the nigga grabbed me and picked me up laughing. "Yo Hype, It's me!" he said. 
Me?... Who the fuck is this cat! "You don't recognize me?" he said. Hell naw, I thought in my head. 
"I'm Sincere, From Florence... I use to fuck with your cousin." And then it hit me... "Lil Ben?"...Benny use to date one of my cousins back in the day.  I met him when I lived in South Carolina back in the late 80's.  Now here we are again. Small world ain't it?
Bennny and I went to the yard and he filled me in on Eric. He told me he and Eric were in the same unit and that Eric had been running his mouth about how he was going to get me. I told him not to say anything. Just observe and keep me posted. I hit him off with a lil weed and told him we'd talk later. It's time for me to move on this bitchass nigga, Eric.


Stacked $850.00 worth of commissary in 9 days... 

Gold T turned me on to a white boy that wanted to sell a nice gold chain for a small package. I checked it out and decided to cop it. I gave the kid less than $15.00 worth of dope for it. He thinks I'm shorting him and I am, but where else is he going to go?

Another fight broke out today in the TV room. I think it was over "The Young And The Restless." The guards didn't catch it yet, but Dirty Red put hands on this nigga Dre-Dre. I'm hoping it doesn't escalate, with Red being a Blood and Dre-Dre being a Crip.

Saw Eric again today. I'm thinking I might have to make a move on him. Now any real nigga knows that what happened to Eric was business. The nigga got caught slipping and got GOT. If the roles were reversed he would have done the same thing.

Got another 4 bags of commissary today. I've got so much shit I've got it stored in Fraction's locker as well as mine. I have over 200 books of stamps and 32 cartons of smokes. Life is as good as it gets for now.


My new cell mates name is Fraction. 

I thought it was the nigga's street name, but come to find out it's his government. 

Snipe moved into the cell right next door with another Crip named Killer Boom. Snipe told me it was nothing personal, just politics. He introduced me to Boom... Is it a coincidence that both of their names are synonymous with guns? Killer Boom looks like a nigga that might have averaged 3 or 4 murders a month. I'm not talking drive by shootings, he look like a nigga that's gonna give it to you up close and personal. (No Homo) I'm staying the fuck away from Boom.

Gold T snuck into my unit today. In my cell it took him about 5 minutes to step on the package while I played look out. He used smuggled in powdered sugar from the chow hall kitchen. It didn't look like two gees worth of work to me, but Gold T  insisted it was and showed me how to package up a fifty dollar standard jail sack. I thought to myself, "Who the fuck is gonna pay fifty dollars for such a small amount of product?"  

Gold T started by cutting out a 3 inch X 3 inch square from the bible. This
was the packaging. He then used a piece of folded up paper to scoop the dope up with, which he poured into the thimble from the board game Monopoly. (Gold T swears that this measurement comes out to, 0.50 grams if filled to the top of the thimble.) The dope from the thimble goes into the 3 X 3 square. Fold up the ends and voilĂ ! Eyeballing the stash I could tell that I could easily get another 38 to 43 packages out of what was left even after breaking Gold T off properly. ( No Homo)
Gold T put me on to a dope fiend, booty bandit in my unit named Bob J. Bob is an old dope fiend from back in the days. I know his type well. I broke Bob off a taste of the work and he was back a few hours later wanting to spend a hundred dollars with me. I gave Bob a 100 dollar commissary list which consisted mostly of cigarettes, packs of coffee, and candy bars. I planned on making money off these items by giving out two and getting three back. The hustle don't stop.