you're running there is a man walking in front of you, you yell out "track" he's liable to perceive a threat and nail you with a knife or fist. every man that walks up to me i look at their hands first thing i look at their hands. i don't know if they will kill me, i don't trust anybody in here. i don't know if i offended somebody, even my own people. i see two or three of my people i'm think therg talking about me. this place is conducive to paranoia. >> do you trust your cell mate? >> yeah, because when you live with a person 24 hours a day you build up a brotherhood, a sense of -- you build up a rapport you don't have with your family and you're both dependent on each other for survival. and you have -- there is an unwritten code that if your cellie is attacked you're attacked. the honor of one is the honor of all. if he's touched then i'm involved.