On Friday, November 5th (I believe), I was transferred from Brevard back to the Orlando Reception Center. This time was no different from any other time I’ve been transferred. They shackled us, strip-searched us, pretty much the normal stuff.When I got to Orlando, they gave me a bed roll with my sheets and blanket and assigned me a cell.
I went to my cell and when I walked in, I looked at my mat and it looked like somebody was stabbed to death on it. I mean the whole mat is covered in what looks like dried blood. It’s so gross. I can’t think of anything else it might be, but all I know is I stay awake thinking about it. Ehhh.
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