Shaun Attwood

And it's so bad.

I'm like squeezing grapefruit peel under my armpit, trying to get my smell down.

There's the little faucet thing that dribbles and we can hardly get any water out of it.

So we're stinking like wet dogs by the time we get to the end of the horseshoe.

And then they classify us.

So I get classified to Towers Jail.

I think I'm in tower six.

Wellman gets classified to tower two.

We're just medium security at this point.

I end up going up to maximum and then up to super maximum as well.

The rest of the co-defendants are in medium and the prosecutors put some kind of do not house together with me and Wellman.

That's why we go to separate towers.

So this is the journey now.

We go from the horseshoe into Towers Jail, the Maricopa County Jail system, where I got to get used to the sounds of human heads bashing against walls, people's teeth just getting knocked out in front of me so many times, just bouncing around.

There was a mentally old man that wouldn't stop rambling all day.

I don't know what the gang did to him, but as I walked past him, blood just squirts out the back of his head.

I saw a guy with his leg pointing in the completely wrong direction.

The spiders, the brown and blue spiders put bigger holes in people's bodies than bullets because there were people in there who had been shot by the cops.

One guy who was all stitched up and his organs was slipping out and all this kind of stuff.

Right away, you know, wannabes and probates from the area would come up to you and give you a charge check and give you a heart check.