I complained about that, but they asked me where I would keep a prisoner if I had one, and I had to admit I guessed I’d keep him in a cell. And I’d probably leave him in there most of the time. Just like they were doing to me. So I quit complaining about that. I was off base there. But I felt I was justified in complaining about my rear end. It hadn’t cleared up like they had said it would. It just got blacker. And more swollen. I had to sit down the other way. On my face. And that’s a very uncomfortable way to sit. You can’t see anything except the chair seat. And all you can hear is people laughing. Never go to the government for medical advice, that’s what I learned from that experience. Go to a doctor. There were other prisoners in the cell block, but I didn’t socialize with them much. Most of them weren’t very interesting to talk to because their minds had been reprogrammed so many times they were just walking error messages. So I never found out what they were in there for.
