A week later...

The air smelled of old furniture, urine and vanilla. Bob Grimes took a few steps forward, his arms immobile at his sides. He stared straight ahead, studying the mildew on the wainscoting of the intake wall, anything to take his mind off thoughts of what the error in judgement was about to bring into his life. He didn't need those problems. There was no way to talk himself out of nearly killing two men. How could he have been so damn dumb and stupid? 

The first time he ever lied to his boss to get out of work has cost him possibly his freedom. And from what he heard on the news...the state was trying to give him life without if Harry and Jonathan died. 

He hasn't been to this new facility for very long. He literally just stepped off the long, white transportation bus in a white jumpsuit and shackles a few short minutes ago. Escorted by two ivory-colored Marshalls. 

Five inmates were on the bus with him. Bob was the second inmate to be processed. He studied what the first processed inmate had to go through.

"Grimes!" Corrections Officer Shelton Hodges said, smacking Bob on his naked butt after his paperwork was processed and handed back to one of the Marshalls, George.

Todd and George unlocked Bob's shackles and left without saying a word to anyone. 

Guardedly, Bob glanced at Officer Hodges, taking off his jumpsuit. Once he was naked, he tossed the jumpsuit in a blue bin by one of the iron counters.

"Answer me inmate one, five, three, three, two, one...! Since you have a speaking problem."

"Sure, dude," Bob said, barely above a whisper. 

"Bend over and spread 'em!" 

Silently, Bob complied, feeling humiliated. 

Outside of his father and the doctor that helped deliver him during birth, no other man has ever seen his naked body. He was an aggressive heterosexual male that was used to making the ladies come all across the country. 

He'd visited over thirty states throughout his life, and a good twenty of them, mainly New York, had the best pussy on earth, yet he wound up marrying Samantha and her white ass cleaned him out in court and took half of his life savings, custody of all his children and his house with her.

She used every benefit on her white privilege card. She had the system eating out the palm of her hand and used his money to pay for the bulldog lawyer that made sure she got what she deserved.

He was already in a huge fight at the first jail he was taken awaiting his formal hearing a week before, which hasn't been granted yet because of the nature of his high profile DUI attempted murder case that wasn't really being mentioned on the news as of late.

Honorable mentions, maybe. But Kayne West's hospitalization propaganda was suddenly the talk of the entertainment world. 

Who knew Jay Z had killers at his disposal, Beyoncé pulled a political move to win Video of the Year and VJ's were paid millions from record labels to play the same songs by ratchet music artists. Payola. Hell, half of those Awards were bought, too.

But fake Hollywood illuminati puppets were they furthest thing from his mind. 

Sadly, Bob wondered what his children thought of him. At the previous jail he worked up enough nerve and called his ex-wife, but after she accepted the charges she dropped a bombshell. She informed him that she and their children were moving to Canada with her new Canadian husband.

After lashing out at her, calling her everything but a Child of God, his teenage kids expressed their displeasure with his heinous crime and hung up the phone in his face after saying that they no longer loved or respected him anymore.

Something died in him right at that moment.

"Cough two times, DUI Bandit. Or is it the Drunk Rainbow Destroyer?" CO Hodges demanded, breaking his thoughts.

Bob coughed twice.

A few inmates stood in line behind him, going through a full cavity search.

Smirking, CO Hodges said, "Stand up, Mr. Grimes! Proceed your tall, lanky ass over to inmate Sharp in the inventory department and sign for your wardrobe."

Silently, Bob walked past the water fountains and CO Hodges grabbed him above the elbow, his lips a few inches from Bob's ear. 

CO Hodges whispered, "That was a noble thing you did. I don't approve drunk driving, but if those two sissies, well, flat lines, then you did your country a great service. You'll be taken care of here, trust me."

Bob glared into his eyes. "You're crazy, black man. Crazier than cat shit."

CO Hodges smacked Grimes butt again. "There's a word you better start using that will get you far in here, suckah. The word is 'Obey.'"

Angrily, Bob attacked CO Hodges, ramming the back of his head into the wall. It was like a Rottweiler snapping on a French poodle.

Grunting, CO Hodges kneed Bob in the gonads, pulling out his taser.

Bob ran at him and Hodges tased him.

Bob was twitching on the floor.

In a matter of minutes, guards threw him, naked and sweating, into solitary confinement. 

The Hole.