This joint is a freaking mess. There’s no peace to be found in this cell block. I’ve had it. If the warden won’t do anything about it, I will. Gang turf wars, fearing for our lives, rape, bad food, the list goes on and on. I’m a smart man and I’ve come up with a kick ass plan. Now it’ll be my way, or the highway. Things are gonna change around here come hell or high water. You wait and see. I’ll have this place running smoother than a Dutch baby’s ass before I’m done.