Recipes in a Prison Cell
Psych eval, coffee, hallway, metal detector, commissary. That list could go on for a while. It’s a word-association of an experience I wish had not been necessary. An experience borne of someone else’s lie, and one that will stay with me, as well as everyone else involved. I will never forget the night I was at a party, went to my car to get my phone, called her back. ‘They arrested him,’ she said. I can think of no more fitting analogy than the environment in which I was in when I heard those...