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Do you remember sitting in our cells in the County Jail after being sentences to the State Peunitienary laughing nervously at inappropriate jokes to mask our fear. Waiting for the inevitable moment when Bigen L.O, our floor officer screamed at us to pack it up because we bing shipped at 2:00am. And how it seemed that everything as moving in slow motion, except it wasn’t slow at all in fact we had to be ready to go at 11:00am even though we couldn’t actually leave until 2:00am. We were moving from one cell to another cell, the 18 of us. I cant believe how they shackled 3 of us together and I was stuck in the middle so both of my hands were cuffed and I kept begging some random women to scratch my nose. I guess we thought 18 of us in the back of a paddy wagon going on a 5 hour trip to hell couldn’t get worse- until all of the sudden the ones of us that were sitting on the floor suddenly felt warmth and it was wet and then realization sank in- the chic that goes by the name of Juicy- who apparently let out her juices by pissing son the van floor- we could have been yelling or screaming but we were too stunned at first to realize that we were sitting on a prison van floor, cuffed together, drenched with piss. When you’re waiting for something to happen you are probably never really expecting what will actually happen- Instead of her getting her ass beat, her crew dared anyone to touch her. Suppose to do… when you gotta go ya gotta go. Clarification sank in and that day I realized it wasn’t about the piss really, it was the realization that for the next 15 years I would be

stuck with women just like the ones I was surrounded with this very day. And that made me want to beg the courts to grant me leniency- possibly lethal injection?

-Jenifer Lockwood