4) KILLER-K UNIT

Getting processed in took forever…

They took my clothes and my shoes and handed me prison garb. Brown khaki pants with a matching shirt. Three pairs of boxers. Three white tee shirts.

They also issued me bedding: two sheets, a pillow, a pillowcase, and one thin blanket.

I wrapped everything up inside the blanket like a bundle and followed the guard down the corridor toward the unit that would house me.

I was really hoping that crazy fucker Bud would get sent somewhere else.

No such luck.

As we walked up, I saw a sign hanging above the entrance that read “K-UNIT.”

Right above it, somebody had scribbled another word in pencil.

“KILLER.”

I’m pretty sure Bud saw it too.

The guard unlocked the door and pushed it open. Then he handed both of us a card with our pictures and prison numbers printed on it. He stood there looking at us with this stupid smirk on his face.

“Enjoy your stay in California,” he said.

Then he leaned in a little closer and added,
“Welcome to Killer-K, motherfuckers.”

Yeah…

I already knew to stay away from this mother fucker.