The hall smells like week-old dead bodies, and that’s putting it mildly.
We walk wearing only boxers and shower shoes those of us who have families on the outside to provide for us are also carrying our own soap. The line to the showers is 150-plus strong. The noise coming out of the prison units is deafening-people yelling and slamming dominoes. The hallway is even hotter than the outside. Twenty yards later, we turn back inside, into a red-brick hallway, where we walk along a yellow line. As we start walking down the hall then step outside, the smell of shit from a nearby pig barn makes my stomach turn. Besides, the faster we get walking to the showers of hell, the faster we get back.”
