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.”
