My visit to jail.

So of course, today was the day that I got to see the county jail when I dropped my best friend off for her harrowing 24 hours! I had to drive about 30 miles to get there, as it is out in the middle of nowhere! The place is huge! Big separate male and female housing facilities surrounding the area known as tent city. I heard tent city was thought up by our sheriff after hearing that our troops in the middle east were being treated worse than people in America’s prison system. So he basically simulated the whole tents in the desert experience, where the prisoners freeze their asses off in the winter…and swelter with only swamp coolers in the summer! I was a little disturbed to see the sheriff’s name in HUGE letters all over EVERYTHING when we got there. It was all over each of the buildings, on every single van and truck that left the facility. I honestly thought it was a bit ridiculous. Our sheriff here has a reputation of being somewhat of a wannabe-celebrity and larger-than-life personality. What a waste of tax money is the way I look at it. Do we really need to have his name painted on everything????

Anyways, I dropped Angie off and I was surprised that she didn’t cry.

She brought in her own book and blanket so at least she can read while she’s in there. I wonder what she’s up to right now???? I guess I’ll find out everything tomorrow.