About a month ago, there was tours going on at the male and female jail in my city. I wasn’t actually in jail! They closed in August due to it being too small and old for today’s prison standards, so they let people come in and tour it for $10 per person. I went with my dad and my boyfriend and it was pretty fun. They used to hang people there, so there was that. There was also graffiti (some creative, some weird, some religious, and some sexual) all over the walls. There was even a magazine clipping for a hairstyle, in the men’s area. I guess they wanted fuller, more beautiful hair. Take a look at some of the pictures that I took here:
They were allowed twenty minutes of being outside per day.
Aw, man. We’ll never find out what number eight was . . . (This was written by an inmate, not an official!)
Now this is what I call a skilled drawing.
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