The Rebirth of Get It In
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Imf's gut was full of fear and the feeling of defeat. He set numb for days in his dark jail cell with nothing but his thoughts and loneliness. He wondered if his crime had been too high a price to pay. Even though he has a few regrets, he intended to build up his empire right from the bedside of his prison cell, but he first had to surrender his own burden of doubt. He was unsure if he could really pull it off. Building a lucrative drug operation from a six-by-eight-foot jail cell was going to be a challenge. Imf knew that he would need a lot of outside help, but that was going to be next to i...
Imf's gut was full of fear and the feeling of defeat. He set numb for days in his dark jail cell with nothing but his thoughts and loneliness. He wondered if his crime had been too high a price to pay. Even though he has a few regrets, he intended to build up his empire right from the bedside of his prison cell, but he first had to surrender his own burden of doubt. He was unsure if he could really pull it off. Building a lucrative drug operation from a six-by-eight-foot jail cell was going to be a challenge. Imf knew that he would need a lot of outside help, but that was going to be next to impossible. He was informed that some of his incompetent, insubordinate street hustlers may have been snitches. In addition to that, he had lost communication with the only trustworthy comrade he knew. Not knowing who to trust, Imf became anxious and obsessive. He felt certain that he was being watched, so he overthought everything he did. In his mind, there was enough justifiable suspicion toward everyone he knew, but he never thought in a million years that the woman he loved would ever have ratted him out. Finally, his reality kicked in, then he realized that where he sat now could be his home for a very long time. He asked himself if he could really make it a year in the big pen, let alone thirty? Due to his obsessive thinking, Imf developed even more suspicion and grew concerned for his safety. He showed signs of paranoia after he imagined a horrifying scene of a physical altercation. This mistrust of others kindled his spirit with anger, causing his nonstop fidgeting. He moved from the bed to stand in front of his cell. Imf grabbed tightly the prison bars that held him hostage. He stared intently out into the commissary where most of the inmates had gathered. He yelled out loud in an aggressive tone, "How many of you faggot bastards will I have to kill to keep from becoming somebody's bitch!" As if he didn't have enough enemies as it was, did Imf set himself up to be the target of a fatal attack?
