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Being that it was the evening shift and it was fairly busy in the holding area, it was another hour before I was finally being escorted back to my cell. I had never really thought of myself as a “celebrity” before though it dawned on me rather quickly when prior to being escorted back to my cell, I was held up giving autographs to several of the people on duty that night. I did it all with a smile on my face. I knew damn well they were in here taking cell phone pics, checking out my arrest record...which aside from this was clean. I didn't doubt for a muthafuckin' minute everything about me was going to be all over the internet. Hell, I wasn't at the Beyonce', Rihanna level... yet but shit they may try to sell some shit about me too. Leaking pictures and shit. I'm trying my damnedest to keep it cool while I'm in here.
Hell yeah, your ass can have a damn autograph. Two of the clerks even asked me if they could take a picture with me too.
Unprofessional ass muthafuckas!
Aint, like I was gonna, tell their ass no though. Shoot I need all the help I can get and considering the fact my ass gonna be locked up at least until early tomorrow when Jeremiah gets here. I ain’t got no problem snapping a few pictures.
As I was walking back into the cell Sheriff Rondell pulled my arm and leaned down to whisper in my ear. His breath was minty fresh as if he'd just popped a piece of gum in his mouth to talk to me.
“ We coming around to give y'all some bag lunches in about an hour. Imma hook your shit up lovely! My girl on her way down here with some Schlotzsky's Deli. When we come through with the food your shit gon' be hooked up boo! So take the bag I hand you. I'd never forgive myself if I let you sit back here eating one of those stale, soggy ass sandwiches the kitchen be packing up early in the morning. Uh-uh! I can't have my favorite bad bitch eatin' that!” Rondell said, gold tooth gleaming.
“You're the best Sheriff Rondell. I won't ever forget your kindness.” I said smiling as I walked through the cell door taking a seat on a bench as far away from my mother...well Terri as I could get. I could feel her eyes shooting daggers at me from across the room. My mother hated the simple fact I breathed. Well, she better get used to it. My last days living in her home were worse than this. If I survived her, I damn sure can make it through this. I cut my eyes at her and sat down on the bench. Nothing to do now but wait.