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And in Forever’s case, no visits. After he pissed off his hard-on he washed his face, brushed his teeth, and threw on his prison gear. He had been in the hole, or seg, for eight months.
    The prison officials finally decided to end their eight-month-long investigation on him. An inmate overdosed on some heroin and Forever was the suspect only because the dead person was his cellmate and Forever was the number one suspect of getting drugs smuggled into the prison. However, they were never able to prove it. Surprisingly, no one was brave enough to come forward and rat him out.
    He packed up all of his belongings and was now ready to go back to General Population. He missed not being able to get his hustle on. So, hell yeah, he was looking forward to going back into GP.
    As soon as the officer opened the door, Forever picked up the plastic bag with his belongings and headed to the civilization that he knew eight monthsago. As he walked through the halls many peeps were hollering at him. When he reached his unit his right-hand man and cousin, Zeke, was mopping the floor. Zeke looked like the stereotypical prison convict. He had dark skin, a bald head, was five foot eleven, two hundred sixty pounds, with plenty of tattoos hugging his overly muscled frame. He had a thin scar running from the back of his ear down to his shoulder blade. The flip side is he looked good and had a charming personality that goes over well with the ladies.
    “What up nigga?” Forever yelled.
    Zeke looked up at his boy and grinned. “It’s about time your punk ass came off of vacation.”
    “Man, I wish I was on a vacation.” They gave each other dap and then embraced. “I’m glad as fuck to get outta there. Let me throw this bag in my house and jump on this phone. I gotta call Nyla. I haven’t got any mail from her in over a week.”
    “Then what?”
    “Then what? I’ma shit, shower, and shave. After that I’ll get with you. I know you’re ready to bring me up to speed on things but foreal, foreal, I’m in no hurry.” He smiled. “I got that feeling that I won’t like what I’m gonna hear.”
    “You’re right about that. I’ll be out in the yard.” Zeke went back to mopping the hallway.
     
    The first time Forever tried to reach Nyla, his wife and daughter’s mother, he didn’t get an answer. So he decided to go ahead and shower and shave. As soon as he did that he was called to get his property and to see his counselor for work placement. After he argued to no avail about losing his old job ofcleaning the visiting hall he was assigned to a different orderly job for the new computer teacher. He would be cleaning her office, the computer classroom and hallway. After that he headed outside to the weight pile and was anxious to breathe some fresh air. As soon as he stepped foot outside he stopped, inhaled, looked up to the sky and welcomed the sun beaming down on his face. “Yeah!” he yelled out.
    “What up Forever!” Jay yelled, disturbing Forever’s moment. Forever’s eyes scanned the yard, taking in the typical prison yard scene. Blacks in one area. Whites in another. Latinos over there. Also the typical red bandannas, blue bandannas, tattoos.
    “Bout time nigga!” Moose strained as he lifted 270 pounds.
    “Uh-oh! I know the drought is about to be over,” Tone hollered.
    Forever nodded at everybody and went over to his partna in crime who was on the pull-up bar. Forever got down and proceeded to do two hundred push-ups. They both worked out in silence. When they finished Zeke said, “Let’s walk.” As they circled the track Zeke asked, “How’s the family?”
    “I hope a’ight. I haven’t caught up with her yet. So what’s up? Why has it been so damn dry? Where’s Rice?” Rice was one of the officers who smuggled in Forever’s dope.
    “They walked our number one man off on some fucking an inmate bullshit.” Zeke answered nonchalantly.
    “What?” Forever said, not sure if he was hearing right.
    “Yeah.