This new unit (new to me, anyway) is far different than any other I've been at. It's one of the oldest in the state. The outside and main hallways have giant Texas-themed murals. Unfortunately, the beauty does not continue to the inmate housing.

I am housed in a two-man cell on a row of twenty on the second floor of the wing. Each wing has four rows of twenty cells facing out toward windows. There are two rows on the ground floor and two on the second floor. My cell is probably the dirtiest place I've been. Most everything is rusted among the two bunks, lockers, desk and sink/toilet. There are drawings and writings on the wall left by the previous occupants.

The meals here are better in quality and quantity than my last unit. It's the first time that every meal has filled me up.

The showers are different than any other spot I've been. The whole wing goes down to the shower and waits in the line until a shower head among the thirty is unoccupied. When finished, a guard tosses a towel to you, and you dry off while asking for clothes from a laundry attendant. Efficient, I guess, but pretty humiliating.