My cellmate, Chris, went home last week and has been replaced by a nut. The new guy, Rico, just got out of administrative segregation (locked in a single-man cell for 23 hours each day) for having a tattoo gun. Unfortunately, that seems to be the least of his vices. For the first few days Rico was incredibly chatty, which is understandable considering is previous solitude, but I discovered that h e talks even more when his is craving a cigarette.
I know it sounds crazy that someone removed from society for so long in a "tobacco-free" environment could have cigarette cravings. The truth is worse: so much tobacco flows into this unit that one side of my dorm always smells like a bar. And that's just one out of 22 dorms on this unit.
Honestly, I wouldn't mind Rico's cravings as long as he satisfied them somewhere other than my cell. Ever since he moved in I've had a sore throat form the smoke and bleach that he uses to cover up the smoke odor. I've asked him several times to either smoke elsewhere or not at all. He says he wants to change and stay out of trouble but goes on smoking anyway.
Now I'm resorting to desperate measures - I'm moving out. I've been in the same ell for almost a year and a half, but this too much to stay around for. I told my friends OJ and Omar about wanting to move. They had been the only thing keeping me put as the rest of the dorm got worse and worse. Although disappointed, they understand. I'm going to talk to the warden about getting moved pronto to a no-smoking cell.
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