Coming to prison, you honestly don’t know what to expect, so you’re clueless, green, and there are so many evils that lurk and try to take advantage. So you have to be strong, honestly, and get ready for anything. But one thing for sure is that you will meet many people who are not in their right mind.

As soon as I came to my ID unit, which is Allred (I stopped at this unit, Robertson, in transit for a day), I’m sitting on a bunk in a cell, staring across the cell to another cell. Well, there’s this guy sitting
down, staring at nothing, drooling. I tell my cellmate, ‘Homie, look,’ and he’s like, ‘It’s normal.’ I’m like, ‘Homie, that shit ain’t normal, fam.’ He just shrugs like whatever, you know.

But I had never seen nothing like that. G4, I walk to the day room and see a guy having a conversation with himself. I thought, ‘Is this like an insane asylum?’ Solitary confinement is a whole lot worse, fam. The
first guy I met seemed okay but turned out crazy. You see a lot of good people lose their minds; it starts slow, man. This one guy I met was cool and respectful, then one day he says I’m stealing from him. Then I
see him talking to himself and he tells me that I’m messing with his sister and his family in his cell. What the fuck?

Another guy wouldn’t shower and would paint smiley faces on his wall with shit. Anytime he came out of the cell, he came out with a sheet wrapped around his waist. Sometimes he wouldn’t get fed if he didn’t shower, so he would scream, ‘What’s up with my tray, man?’ over and over again.

Solitary confinement affects you, fam. It does. I’ve seen so many, met so many, and talked to so many. They are just there, and they are your neighbors, so you live with them, basically, fam. The conversations are crazy. This guy said his female on the radio talks to him through his radio. Like, really, fam? Another guy got a picture of the female radio show host, and the same guy asked him how he got his girl’s picture. He started to cuss the guy out and argue with him over a female that’s clueless about the guy in prison.

Some people just ain’t strong enough, fam. But it’s the crazy people that made me want to keep my mind strong because if you don’t, then you’ll lose yourself, honestly. Thinking people are talking about you, seeing things that aren’t there, living in a world inside your head that’s not reality, fam.

Another guy drove a car in the day room area, made the noises and all, like a kid having fun. He actually thought he was driving a car, fam, no bullshit. If you looked at him, he had a faraway look, distant from reality. The same guy said he went to New York and Donald Trump was his cousin and had a cell phone in his cell. Crazy guy called himself 50 Cent. The real 50 Cent got shot 9 times and still lived. Crazy, man, fam. Crazy people.

Crazy people make you want to go crazy. Trying to have a conversation with these people is complicated. Can you imagine yourself trying this? I bet you wouldn’t even talk to the guy; you’d probably keep your distance. Thing is, I had no choice but to live and talk to them. I live here too, sad, right? Some are okay; some even have enough sense to make their commissary list, only to throw the stuff out as soon as they get their stuff. You should have seen how many people reached out to rush and get the stuff he threw out, kind of like throwing money at a crowd. I met a guy that did this for fun, just to see how many people would try and fish the candy he threw out. I wouldn’t try; I found it petty but amusing to see people spend hours trying to fish candy in.

Crazy people, crazy place, such insanity. Solitary confinement should be called an insane asylum. The screaming never stops, the guys never come back to be sane human beings, and this place just plain produces crazy people.