Writing Feedback

    This story is about the 5th or sixth times I did Melbourne Assessment Prison. I was given a bottom cell because I got given a billiard job on Spencer Street, and everything was going sweet until this young person, who had a grudge against me for some reason, kept coming around my cell. First, he tried to make a move on my shoes in his cell with three of his friends. He asked me if he just took my shoes off me, what would I do. I told him he would have to wipe the blood off them first, and he was debating with me whether it would be his blood or my blood. I just said, "find out," then he left.He came back by himself with a ping pong ball full of matchheads but only abo...