
5) Everybody turns into a superhero when you’re in jail because it’s really cold and people wrap sheets around their necks, so it looks like they’re wearing capes. They keep it really cold in there, so nothing smells bad, and I think they keep it cold to piss everybody off and make it miserable. But I like it cold. It was like 65 degrees so you couldn’t smell the bum farts. Half the people in jail are crazy and the other half are retarded, and they all smell bad. And I didn’t eat ... I told them I didn’t want their shitty jail food. This guy in there got mad at me and said, “Yo, you at least could have taken it and bartered with it!” I was like what am I going to barter for, cigarettes? I don’t want a blow job from you ... and I don’t want your shitty jail weed.
4) I got to work out in the rec yard and I never thought I’d get to do that in my lifetime. I felt like Vin Diesel in Fast and Furious.
3) I defended an effeminate 18-year-old boy — an Emory student — from some dudes who wanted to steal his watch.
2) The anticipation of people asking me what I was in for, and lying to them by saying that I was in for murder. I really wanted to tell them I Sanduskyed, but I didn’t.
1) My favorite thing about jail was my boy Franco who I hung out with most of the time. He was cool as shit, but he got fucked over and his court time got moved back to 3 p.m. from 8 a.m. He wouldn’t tell me what he was in for, so it has to be something weird. But I told him one love, and keep the peace, keep faith alive, and all that. You know how you can tell if someone is going to be retarded or if they’re going to be cool and a person you can have a conversation with? I knew he was cool when he got up to take and piss and left his jacket on his seat. This young-ass kid who said he was 18, but looked like he was 13, reached over and stole his jacket. Franco came back and said, “I know that you did not steal my jacket ... You’re in jail son, you can’t break rules like that. Now I gotta test you — for my own respect. So give me that jacket.” The kid gave it to him, then he said to the kid, “Stand up and say 'I’m sorry, sir.’ Now! So the kid stood up and said it and I thought, “fuck yeah, Franco.” That was the end of it. It was in the Atlanta City Detention Center so everything said ACDC on it. That was cool.
Keep an eye out for Wizard Smoke's two-song EP the Tickler which should be out later this summer.
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