On Tuesday morning at 5:37 a.m., 7S Officer Franklin tapped on Andre’s cell. He yelled, “Bezel, court. Get up and get yourself together.”
Andre was pissed off. There’s no need for the loud banging, designed to aggravate. From the bed, he asked, “What time is it?”
“Court time.”
“You think it’s a game,” Andre mumbled and smiled with his face under his forearm. He hopped up from the bare mat and walked to the cell window. He was asshole naked. They did not give him sheets or a blanket as he may have tried to hang himself with either. So he had covered up with his suicide smock and didn’t care about being in the nude. He was born that way. “What fucking time is it?”
“Who are you talking to like that, Bezel?”
“You! I tried to ask you a civilized question and you gave me a CO’s answer. Now at 5 a.m. I am going to be an asshole.” Andre kicked the cell door three times very hard. “I am going to awake this entire unit,” he said normally. He then yelled, “Everyone, wake the fuck up!”
“You’re a real piece of work. Why are you doing this?”
Andre’s barefoot size 10 slammed into the door again. Four times. He became tired of trying to hold his balance, so he lay down on the concrete floor and then kicked the door with both of his feet. He continued to yell at the top of his lungs. He sang Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes hit starring Teddy Pendagrass, Wake Up Everybody.
Twenty minutes later, Andre was still on the ground acting a fool. He was blurting out obscenities and making other foolish comments. There was nothing the CO could do to settle him. He was on the road to aggravating the officer and the inmates of the unit as well. The unit officer had to unlock the doors of the inmates so that they could have morning breakfast, and the entire unit was out of their cells that morning. Thanks to Mr. Andre Jamel Bezel. Normally, breakfast had about 30 of the 64 inmates there, but not this day. The unit was popping with excitement and Andre Bezel the big drug dealer was the main attraction.
Christopher Weeks came to the doorway that led to the back psyche area and looked at the guard in front of Andre’s door. They both shook their heads and then Chris yelled over to Andre.
“Hey, yo, man. That kicking is drawing. Stop that dumb ass shit. Niggas is tryinna sleep.”
Andre’s feet crashed harder against the door. He was glad that he had provoked other inmates to say something to him. That was what he wanted to get revved up even more. For a second he stopped kicking the door and sprang up from the floor.
“Why you in my business, fam?” Andre asked Christopher.
“Come on, man. We’re tryinna sleep and shit and you’re kicking the door like a little girl. Where they do that at?”
“You’re worrying about the wrong thing, fam. I am doing me, and I suggest that you do you.”
“Right. A cell gangsta. I’mma see you.”
“Lame ass clown, you see me now.”
“But you’re locked up. I’ll be out and when I am I will see ya nut ass. Stay in ya place.”
“Dawg, you’re on my block with the bullshit. They need to take ya ass back to the eighth floor.”
“You see this hot ass rat shit you’re on, my dude. You got the game fucked up. This ain’t ya fucking block, dude. What the hell are you talking about? Delusional ass clown. And how you gone suggest that they take me back to the eighth floor? What kind of brown nosing shit is that? House boy. Get ya ass from back here, cuz!”
“Awe man, get the fuck outta here with that bull shit. I am telling and that ain’t no secret. Sending ‘bout five fools to their LIFE sentences. If I was ya cellie, I would get info from you and hop on your case too.”
“Alright, Bezel. It’s showtime,” Officer Franklin said. “I gotta get you down to court. Are we suiting up in riot gear to get you there, or are you going to cuff up?” Officer Franklin asked and smiled. He wore a sardonic smile on his face, because he wanted to suit up and drag Andre to the second floor receiving and discharge area kicking and screaming. The R & D area was where the US Mashals were to pick him up and deliver him to court along with the other detainees.
“Do you really get a kick out of suiting up?”
“Fucking right! I am hoping that you’re next.”
“Good, cause I’mma steal the shit outta you first as soon as the cell door opens. So you be front and center, chump.”