I have been in prison going on 12 years, most of my time done in solitary confinement. This is a crazy place to be, but I honestly hate getting moved around. Your cell is liable to be unsanitary, and guess what? The security or staff do not care about it, nor do they give you cleaning supplies. If you’re lucky, you will get chemicals to help clean your cell, but I doubt that. You just have to make do with what you have and try to clean as best as you can, which sucks. When I first got to this unit, I was full of pepper spray gas and had nothing. The cell was completely sealed from the door. Believe me, I felt at a loss. I didn’t have anything; I was burning up and wasn’t even thinking about cleaning my cell. I just wanted to get the gas off me. A couple of days later, I got moved to another cell, which was not better. Another cell, sealed up. I had just assaulted a security officer and was level 3 status. On top of this, they had me classified as special security precaution, so when I got fed, I got fed through a steel box. All my trays were paper trays, a Styrofoam cup, and a plastic spoon. But it was summer time, and the cell was so sealed off that during my clean-up process, I managed to get some chemicals which were so strong they melted through the cup. As I started cleaning, the odor was choking me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The heat was intensifying the chemical vapor. I had to stop and just try to breathe. It’s how sealed this cell was, but I was okay. Little by little, I could breathe, but I was like, “Damn, I actually felt like I couldn’t breathe,” but the cell had to be cleaned. Another cell I went to when I got demoted was full of pepper spray gas, and no matter what I touched, it burned. So, I went through a process of cleaning, sneezing, coughing, burning, and, well, surprise surprise, the guy had feces in a spot I was trying to clean. I only saw black-brown mix on a rag, but the smell was horrible. I knew the guy before me was playing with his feces. As time goes by, I ran into another cell which was dirty. The toilet was caked up with feces and urine and smelled really bad. I had to go in there and scrape all that caked-up feces and urine, and yes, no gloves. Ugh! In prison, your toilet bowl must stay clean. It’s stainless steel, so this is a must. Urine and feces do not go well together. You are liable to get into a fight with your cellmate if you are not clean, so the toilets must be clean. Plus, you don’t want your cell smelling like urine or feces. Not cool, FAM. Real talk! So, in solitary confinement, I keep clean, but man, you have some dirty people. The nastiest cell I have ever been to was a C.M.I., meaning chronic mentally ill. An inmate classified as this was in this cell. As soon as I got close to the cell, I smelled urine. Then there was feces on the floor. The female tells me this guy plays with his feces. I’m like, “Hell nah.” She makes a comment saying, “If I were you, I’d throw everything out.” Well, I actually do that, but as I enter the cell, I look and see dried feces everywhere. A turd, plus more feces and urine caked up on the toilet that would not go down when flushed. Dried applesauce everywhere, like he was playing with applesauce. A pen top that is stained with feces he was using to throw feces on people, kind of like a filter type deal. But man, this guy is nasty. The floor was completely black. I literally went through some shit cleaning this cell. I went to sleep at 1:30 AM, tired, feeling dirty, and masked myself, even though I had cleaned my hands with bleach. Then the next day, I got moved to another cell. More cleaning, and the luckiest motherfucker got a clean cell thanks to the kid. So, this is just prison and its unsanitary cells, which are part of the prison system. Either you keep clean or just sit in shit all day, literally, like the guy in the cell I went to. Ugh!