Quietly, I sat in the interrogation room, waiting for someone to come talk to me so I could lawyer up. Being here made me think about the first forty eight. So this was the room that broke real niggas. It was rather sickening. Plain white walls, one small table and two chairs. There was only one way in or out, and even if you make it out. This room was on the fifth floor of the Justice Center. There was no getting out unless I walked out.
The boys and I had already talked and we had a plan for this. It was Simple. Don't say shit and ask for a lawyer. It was a good plan, I had seen that show end rather quickly whenever someone asked for a lawyer. That was the plan. I had been here about three hours now and I hadn't even had a chance to ask for one. I had been shoved in this room and seemingly forgotten. Like that time in high school when I was in the principal's office. I knew better than to just walk away though.