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she was here on earth with us. When addressing the hallucinations, he changed her medicine to Olanzapine telling us momma wasn’t schizophrenic but suffered from bipolar with hallucinations. He said Olanzapine worked well for his clients with similar issues. His final instructions were he wanted to see momma back in three weeks to double check if the prescribed medications were working with her in conjunction with her talk therapy.
    So you see leaving Dorah with momma was somewhat out of the question plus momma was either busy when she was experiencing mania or depressed from crying her eyes out over the past and things she couldn’t possibly change.
    That’s also the reason I didn’t leave Dorah with momma for too long even when she seemed to be on a normal plateau.
     
    In an attempt to help me because of guilt he experienced, Boogie sent word to his lawyer to fight my riot charge. The lawyer filed a motion and somehow the judge, although I thought he was racist, dropped the riot charge.
    Boy I was grateful to say the least. I don’t care how tough I was, Riker’s was just off the hook. It was entirely too much to stomach, even for me.
    In the short time I was there, I saw faces get split wide open with jail house made shanks, feces and urine thrown at inmates and correction officers alike, along with pregnant inmates being stomped out.
    Good thing I had just a bit more confidence in my boxing skills in case it came down to a one on one battle but the other stuff I could truly live without.
    I did, however, mingle with a few other female inmates. I even made one invaluable friend. She would prove herself to be loyal and worthy of my time and attention. It was not sexual but based on the female need to have a sister to confide in. Her name was Hazel. She was Latina, possessed an olive cream like complexion and a body to kill for.
    She told me her name was Hazel because of her eye color but her birth name is Jelani Martinez. Hazel became everything to me. What is so different about this friendship is she didn't have to lick the kitty to be considered special. She just was attentive to the basic necessities I needed to survive. For one she gave me my own homemade shank, made sure I had commissary like my snacks and things, toothbrushes and soap. These things may not have seemed like much to some but to me, especially when locked up, it meant everything. I tried to return the favor when my mother put a hundred dollars on my books. That’s why when I got out of lockdown and made it safely to the world again, I would put little twenty dollars here and there on her books.
    You know although I had a hard rock persona, I reciprocated the love that was shown to me. It was with respect and genuine well wishes in which I saw it my duty to do this. Had it not been for Hazel, I might have lost my mind from paranoia. The shank helped me feel secure that I could handle even the worst part of being on Riker’s island if I had to. Luckily I didn’t have to even though a bitch tried to phone check me when I was talking to my momma getting the rundown about Boogie and my daughter. When a deep baritone like voice said, “Phone check homie,”
    I simply turned around and asked her, “Who me?”
    “Yea you puta,” she replied while grinning and nodding her head putting on a show for everybody. That was the last time she would make me a star in one of her flicks because I took the phone and clocked her a few times on top of her head which knocked her unconscious. Suffice it to say, no one wanted to mess with me afterwards. They knew there would be consequences and ass whoopings’ handed out. I could see Hazel smile and nod her head as confirmation I did the right thing. At that time, that was the only thing that mattered to me. Well Dorah did too but I’m sure you get the picture I’ve painted. ******************************************************************************
    Chapter 3

Perspective
    Before going on any further, I know