My cellie gets moved to another unit today. He is supposed to be going to a drug abuse program and will be done with the sentence in about 4 months. I get a new cellie, who is a young guy in his mid-twenties. It seems like we will get along well enough for the temporary living situation we are in. I get my PREA re-screen today. I enter the room and sit down in the chair, clap my hands down on my thighs and proclaim that I have been molested every day since I have been here. She could tell I was not serious and we both laughed. Probably an inappropriate joke but it was better than the serious versions of those meetings. She mentioned it would be way too much paperwork and waived me out with a smile.
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