Aryan Brotherhood Saved A Brother
Green Is The Only Color
It’s midnight in my hood. I’m at my apartment anxiously awaiting my old Spindale Elementary classmate, TJ.
Once a month, he stops by to trade 3 ounces of Crystal Meth for an ounce of heroin.
Tonight will be the last I will see of him for 24 months. He violated his parole with the Feds.
He is to report to The County Detention Center by noon tomorrow.
“What up Colonel Klink?”
“Fuck you, Black Man.”
Colonel Klink is an inside joke we share. TJ had to join the Aryan Brotherhood or AB’s when he went to prison.
It was for his own protection. TJ stood 5 feet nothing, and a buck twenty-five soaking wet.
The only good thing about the Neo Nazi assholes. They have the best Crystal Meth this side of the Mississippi.
We give each other a pound and a hug.
“Who do we have here?” I asked.
“This Amy Lynn. Say hello.”
“Hey.”
“Damn my nigga, why every redneck white girl name Amy?” I asked.
“Excuse me, I ain’t no redneck.”
