Detective Watkins drove for about two hours until we reached a large building with tall fences surrounding it.
"What is this place?"
"Mount Kezewaek, the last resort for murderers other than Alcatraz. Turns out your trial will be next month."
"Next month, does that mean I'll need an attorney?"
"Yep, and that's what this prison is for. It's to help inmates prepare for trial."
"I have never heard about a prison specifically made to help inmates prepare for trials."
Detective Watkins smiled and kept driving. We pulled inside.
I have never been to a prison and it is scary. There are officers with automatic weapons everywhere, cameras in every angle you can think of, and there are no friendly greets. No one says "hi, how are you" or "hey, how's it going" everything and everyone is serious. Even the sun looks down on you like you have done something wrong. A couple of officers open the door and pull me out. They put extra cuffs at my feet. They lead me inside, Detective Watkins following. First we go to take a finger printing, then a mug shot, and finally they tested me for STDs.
"Is this really necessary, I've only slept with my wife and she doesn't have anything", I said as they poked the needle into my skin.
"It's just for safety purposes." the officer replied. " At this prison we don't allow any STDs".
Sorry guys, this is all I could get today. Stay tuned I know this addition to the story was probably a waist of time but I just wanted to show you guys that I'm still alive.
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