Well, can you answer my question? Please don’t judge; the kid is like I’m living outside here – 12 building/E-pod/42 cell. When I first got to this cell, I’m thinking, hell yeah, no roaches/ants/spiders,
hell yeah! It was short-lived because the cell was so dirty; the cement floor was sticky. As I got on my knees to investigate, my clothes, which are white, are stained brown. Fuck! To follow up, the sink
looked like someone started a fire in it; the toilet, nasty motherfucker, had a ring of feces stuck to the toilet bowl, black. Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Yeah, I’m cussing up a storm. It took me 3 days to
get the cell in top shape, but I went through some shit cleaning. Trust me when I say this, not a single roach in sight or ants, lovely. This is around springtime, so I’m thinking I’m good until summertime is where the war starts.

I get invaded first – a single line of ants marching in perfect discipline. I’m thinking, should I destroy these guys? I’m like, nah, leave the poor guys alone, which was short-lived because
I get hit simultaneously. I mean, literally. I get up to take a piss; every human urinates, so I take care of my business. I feel a burning sting on my dick, honestly no lie, which really pissed me off.
I find the guy and use every muscle in my body to crush the ant between my fingers until there was nothing left. Then I start laughing like a madman. Crazy, man, you think? Ha!

Sleeping peacefully, lovely dream. I jump up and rub my eye; a crazy motherfucking ant stung my eyelid, and my eyelid swelled up. Seriously, now I’m looking for the guy ’cause that hurt, and I’m pissed.
Never found the ant, but I took it out on his comrades. Sleeping peacefully again, short-lived rest because I get bit on the inside of my thigh, foot, stomach. Damn! Now these I found and crushed by morning time. I get up; I got dead ants that I killed at night. This has to fucking stop!

So I boil water and start looking around. Sure enough, they are coming out of a hole in the back wall. I throw that boiling hot water there; dozens of dead ants float out. Fuck yeah, die! Sorry,
I’ve done got hit so many times to feel sorry for the guys, but hey, the guys keep coming. They left for a short period of time; now they’re coming out of the other side. Damn! More boiling hot water,
but I add bleach this time. Next day, they come from outside of my cell door. Now I’m killing ants with a piece of toilet paper. Now I’m using baby powder, Bippy, hot water. Like seriously, do you have this problem? Ain’t this like an outside thing, you know, kids running around knocking ant sand dunes down, getting stung in the process? I’m thirty, and I ain’t never done a thing to the guys, but since they are so consistent in attacking me, war it is…

Note: Hey Iris, what do you think? No lie, it’s true, but it’s kind of funny, right? I’m still at war, though. When winter comes, they’ll leave, but for now, I’m still at war…