March 19, 1986

Ruben he decided i wasn't nasty enough so he decided to start shitting in my pants. By nasty he meant nasty smelling and diseased. So he got up one morning and slapped me around and said push your pants down, and he sort of sat there between my legs and took a shit.

I thought at first it was pretty bad. Who wants someone to shit in your pants? But when he got up and I started to take them off he said No, wear em. So i had to pull my shitty pants up and let my ass mush down in his shit. He did that for a week or two. I forget, really. It was longer than you'd want it to be.

My pants got to where they weighed 10 pounds. His shit was dry and running down my legs. It was caked all over my ass and my balls and i started to itch but he wouldn't let me take a shower. I was supposed to but he told the guards what was happening and they laughed and then I had to blow them so they wouldn't spray me off in the yard with the fire hose.

I don't know what was worse, really. Him shitting in my pants every day, or me having to use my tongue to be his toilet paper every day. They was both awful.

Ruben finally made me wash off in the toilet as best I could because he said I smelled too terrible to be near. It was just him being a sonofabitch. God, I hated prison.