40) BOOGIE

Shi Boogie hates The Beatles... 


Shi Boogie, AKA Shi Doo-Doo was a bank robber. From what I hear his crew was one of the best from Brooklyn. My day started off pretty good. I had just finished making myself a cup of coffee and went to the laundry room to wash a couple of loads. Every washer was empty. That's the equivalent of getting a parking space right at the front gate of Disney World... Sure it happens, but has it ever happen to you? I was sitting on the washer enjoying my Joe and cigarette, while singing John Lennon's "Imagine." I love that song. That's when Shi Boogie entered with his bag of laundry. I don't think I was singing very loud, but I did have my radio's volume up pretty high. Doo-Doo was staring at me like I had just been caught taking body shots off of his wife's bare ass. All I could say was, "What nigga!" Boogie started laughing and said, "Out of all the songs in the world, your ass is in here singing this bullshit...  John Lennon can eat a dick! ("No homo") Fuck him, Ringo, Paul (long pause here.).... and that other nigga!" And then Shi told me the story of his arrest...


Shi and his crew robbed banks in Manhattan on Motorcycles. The last bank job went terrible wrong. Three members of his crew went into the bank and three remained outside as look outs. As the three crew members exited the
bank, an off duty armed guard on the opposite side of the street tried to play superhero. He pulled out his gun and told the masked men to stop. The lone women in Shi's crew squeezed off one shot striking the guard. As the Three motorcycles sped off, a man inside of a limousine captured the heist gone wrong on camera. That man was Paul McCartney's brother. He turned the film over to NYPD and they caught everyone in the crew a few weeks later. Shi Boogie hates the Beatles, but to me The Beatles fucking rock!


39) GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!


My balls itch really bad!...

I've come down with a serious case of crotch rot. It feels like my nuts have been replaced by two beehives. I can't stop scratching them. I went to sick call this morning and told the Doc what was up. He said I have a serious case of jock itch. He prescribed some sort of cream that is suppose to clear it up in about a week. He said it's a fungus that I probably got from the water splashing off of the tiles in the nasty ass showers. I'm trying my best not to scratch my nuts around female guards. Don't want to end up like C-Rat on a fluke.


Needles got in it today with a tall black dude named Foots. (This makes the second person named Foots I've met in my life.) Foots feels that Needles is putting everyone else's tattoos before his. Fraction said that Needles told him not to worry and he'd finish it before he got released. I guess Foots didn't want to hear that and slapped the shit out of Needles in front of a small group of inmates. Foots demanded that Needles finish his tattoo before the weekend was out. What could Needles do? I mean, Foots is not a big guy but his body is chiseled to perfection. I've seen him in the shower once ("No Homo"!) and the nigga is cut the fuck up and ripped. Needles let it slide. I talked to needles right before lock down and asked him why he let a nigga punk him like that. He said, "I'm going home in five days, Hype. I'm not fucking that up for me and my family." I had to respect that. I like the kid and I hate to see him bullied around by a bitch nigga. I told him that there was no shame in going to segregation until his release, but he said people paid good money for their tats and he was gonna finish them all. Now that's what I call gangsta!