Recreated on paper 5/23/20 (Son’s Birthday)
While in isolation, I had cell rotation (a Federal Security measure where inmates rotate cells every 21 days – at least), and thinking about an inmate who had just killed himself and how I didn’t have the money to call my son and tell him I love him on my phone minutes for his birthday.
As I unpacked I looked at all sorts of profanity and angry things on the wall, Gang symbols, People names who are alleged Rats. Cities and nothing of substance. So I spent the day putting up something positive. It sat for two days, I was then made to paint over everything. Even the profanity for what’s said to be bango’s 2018 isolation time.