[ CW ] Either begin or end your story with `` In my pocket , there was a toothbrush and a human eyeball . ''

It was my first week at San Quentin Jail. It was my first time being locked up. I did some stupid shit but whatever. One day. All the Mexicans were gathered up in the yard. They looked sketchy. Quincy came over to me low-key smoking his cigarette. Quincy was a cool cat. He stood up for me when the Funk-Ridaz were trying to punk me because I'm light skinned. 
 `` Why you looking scared Young Blood?'' asked Quincy. 
 I snapped out of my hazy visions. `` I'm good,'' I replied back to Quincy. 
 `` You see the Mexicans over there?'' Quincy asked. 
 `` Yeah what's up,'' I said. 
 `` They rioting. Tonight. You better get yourself a weapon.'' 
 `` Righteous,'' I said. 
 Quincy referred me to Big Al. Big Al had all the weapons tucked under his bed sheets. I went up to his cell at around 5pm. Big Al was in the cut reading his Bible. I asked Big Al if he had any knives. He said, `` Naw Young Blood.'' Everything was sold out. Everyone heard about the riot and decided to prepare themselves. But I guess I was too late. 
 `` Why do n't you just use your tooth brush?'' Big Al asked. 
 I went back to my cell and brought my tooth brush to Big Al's cell. He was going to carve it up for me. I waited in my cell. Thinking. The Mexicans were surely to have their knives handy dandy and I was just going to have a tooth brush. Damn. 
 By 6:30pm I came up to Big Al's cell again but he was n't there. He told me to meet him up at 6:30pm. 
 All of a sudden I hear a siren go off. Downstairs I see 3 Mexicans pull out their swift blades upon the Funk-Ridaz. It was time. It was time for the riot, and I was empty handed. No blade in my possession. I crept along the walkway, witnessing the riot take place from my vantage point. I saw Quincy get cornered by 2 Mexicans. Damn, Quincy. I had nothing to use. I thought about throwing belongings off of the top floor down to distract the Mexicans trying to corner Quincy. But then I said fuck it. I ran down the steps, flowing through with my baby blue shirt unbuttoned. I ran through the crowd, full speed, knocking heads off. I knocked one Mexican guy out. I got stabbed but my adrenaline was in full effect. I grabbed the Mexicans cornering Quincy by the collars and threw them both across the floor. Me and Quincy were fighting back to back. Then I saw Big Al in the cut. He slid me my toothbrush and as soon as my hand grasped my desperate weapon, I swung it over, behind my back shoulder and struck a Mexican right in the cranium. 
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 All I remember after that was being on the ground. Correction officers patting us down. Bleeding out the side of my hip, he kicked me and checked me. In my pocket was a toothbrush & a human eyeball. 

