"Hey!"Amos yelled while he tried to cover himself up.
"I just came to say that in the morning, you will be meeting
your attorney." As the guy went to leave, he turned around and
said, "You better smarten up if you want to make it in here."
Amos turned around and finished getting undressed after the
guard left. He walked over to the small cell window and stared
at the rain. All of a sudden, the whole jail went dark and this
voice yelled out, "Passed your bed time, ladies."
" Clang, clang, clang" on the bars woke up Amos the next morning.
He stepped out of the bed onto the cold, dirty cement floor and
walked over to the sink to wash. He went to turn on the hot water,
but there was none. The knob turned, but no water at all. So he
turned on the cold; it started spitting maroon water, but then
finial turned to cloudy, at least enough so he could clean up.
After washing up, he put on the pumpkin suit and sat down on the
bed. In amazement, he looked around the room and thought about
what was going on. All of a sudden, a yell came from down in the
lower isle.
"Breakfast, you pigs!"
The doors slid open, and criminals spilled out all over the
place. Amos thought to himself, I don't belong here, but he walked
to the door and slowly stepped out. Still in a daze, he just stood
there and looked around.
"Woahhhhhh!!!!!" Amos yelled as he fell into the catwalk rail,
from a heavy push from behind.
"Ya better get movin' if ya want any slop at all! Hey yer the
new tio, ain't ya? I heard that ya killed a guy."
Amos turned around with his head down, hanging onto his stomach,
which hurt from the shove into the rail. When he looked up, there
was a tall, lean guy, standing in front of him. Trying to defend
himself, he said argumentatively, "I didn't kill that guy! I wasn't
even there!"
" Yup, whatever, compadre!" the other inmate said sarcastically
as he walked away. When the inmate was out of sight, Amos made
his way to the galley for breakfast. As he stood in line, he was
looking around. Everyone had a hard look on their face and was
older looking than what they really were. There were some Caucasian
men, but mostly it was Spanish-American men in the jailhouse.
From behind, Amos heard a guy say, "Hey, I know the food ain't
that good compadre, but you have to take it if you don't want
to be hungry."
"Oh, lo siento. I didn't mean to slow up the line," Amos said
as he turned around to face the guy and get his food. After he
got his food, he went over to sit down at the tables in the galley.
Sitting at the table, he got his first taste of the food he was
going to have for awhile.
After breakfast, Amos left the galley and headed to the library
to get a magazine or a book to read while he was going to be stuck
in the cell. When he was walking, a guard stopped him and asked
him where he was heading. Amos replied, "I am going to the biblioteca,
to get myself something to read, senor."
"Don't you know that you are supposed to be in your cell at
this point and time? You recall the place that you're going to
be living for a while, moron?"
"I am sorry senor. I will go right back. I didn't know. I was
just put in here last night."
"So you're the new weakling that they say killed a guy. Well,
since you are new, I can let you get a book or something, but
don't get used to it; it won't happen again."
