In a prison dining hall Kevin sits alone eating his dinner when a group of guys walks up to him. The loud chatter of the dining hall begins to die down as the group of guys stops at the table with dinner trays in hand. Without looking up Kevin begins to speak.

Kevin: Y’all must be the fresh meat

A look of perplexity came across all their faces as the front guy Paul began to speak.

Paul: Who the fuck fresh meat nigga?

The whole dining room laughs, making Paul confused and one inmate from the crowd shouts out.

Random Inmate: You buddy

Paul: Y’all tripping. I have been here for three years.

Kevin: Meaning you newborn around these here parts kid. 

Paul continues to look around in confusion before he sits down across from Kevin.  The other four guys stood behind 

Paul: I’m nobody kid so I suggest you watch yo fuckin mouth.

Kevin: Oh so you don’t have a mother and father?

Paul lifts his tray up and slammed on the table. The dining hall giggled.

Random Inmate: You need to read the room buddy.

Paul stood up and turned his attention to the random Inmate.

Paul: Shut the fuck up nigga. (Sat back down and turn attention to Kevin)

Any way you know what I mean don’t play dumb nigga.

Kevin: Come in closer

Paul began to get frustrated.

Paul: What you weird ass nigga?

Kevin with wide eyes stared at Paul until Paul gave in and leaned forward.

Kevin: The fact that you didn’t know this was my table shows your lack of knowledge how things work around here. If you may enlighten me, your tender here behind said walls has only been three years?

Paul: Yeah nigga, what you didn’t hear me the first time?

Kevin: I assume that goes for the rest of the Mean Street Posse over here. 

Paul: This not the WWF nigga, and yeah what’s your point?(One of Paul’s soldiers mumbled something.)

What are you saying?  speak up. 

Soldier: It’s WWE now Bro

Paul: Nigga get the fuck outta my face. (He walks off and Paul turns attention back to Kevin)

Kevin: Seems like you don’t like learning new things. 

Paul: I know all I need to know now get to your point.

Kevin: I’m serving a life sentence, and I’m fifteen years into that life sentence. Now you’re prolly wondering why you never saw me, and I have an answer for that. 

Kevin shouts out to other inmates in the dining hall

Kevin: Why am I in prison?

Random Inmate: Serial Killer.

Kevin: Why haven’t I been seen in three years?

Random Inmate: Because of Butch, Rob, and Tony. 

Paul: Who the fuck are those niggas, and what they have to do with me?

Kevin: I don’t give a fuck about my life and the life of those around me. Matter of fact I hate people and I rather be alone. Those names I mentioned tried to move me from my table like you are right now. At the time they were a year in when we were introduced. More fresh than you, they didn’t even touch heat yet. Want to know what I did that got me put in solitaire for three years?

As Kevin was speaking to Paul he slowly crawled his fingers under the table and held his hand on a shiv under the table

Paul: Ye…

Just then Kevin jumped up and shoved the shiv deep into the eye socket of Paul. Paul hit the ground as blood poured out of his eye. Kevin began to laugh as he turned around the three remaining men standing behind him. 

Kevin: Who’s next?

Prison guards came running in tackling Kevin to the ground as he continued to laugh. The guards cuffed him and picked him up and walked him out the dining hall. 

Kevin: See y’all in three years. 

After Kevin was taken out of the dinning hall the chatter began like what just happened never happened.

Guard: Why do it, inmate? You just got out of Solitaire today.

Kevin: Who said I wanted to get out? But thanks anyway for allowing me to feel the rush of someone else’s blood on my skin. 

Kevin begins to laugh as the guard looks absolutely horrified.

Guard: Yeah I’m quitting today.