
Unlike the fake drama I photographed yesterday, what I saw today at the Larned Correctional Mental Health Facility was very, VERY real. That's my co-worker Ron interviewing inmates in the segregated area. There once was tile where he is standing, but over the years it has been eaten away from toxic bodily fluid thrown out the windows and onto the floor. (Note to self: burn these shoes.)
I almost wasn't allowed into the facility because of my bra (believe me, I can't make this up). The underwire that keeps me secure is considered a security threat. The thinking is that an inmate could get it and use it for contraband (not sure how they'd get it off of me, it's pretty much pasted on). The warden reluctantly let me in and forgo searching my entire body. Phew!