Life and Death in a Cold, Lonely Cell
Sid Hawk Byrd | November 16, 2007 | Features
I sit in a prison cell. It's only 5 feet wide. I can stretch out my arms and place both palms flat against the walls. There is a 6-foot metal bunk with a thin, hard, plastic-covered mat on one wall. I ...
I sit in a prison cell. It's only 5 feet wide. I can stretch out my arms and place both palms flat against the walls. There is a 6-foot metal bunk with a thin, hard, plastic-covered mat on one wall. I ...