The jail itself is a bare bones operation. No television, weight room, ball yard, and inmates cannot bring anything with them. There are no rehab programs and inmates get no special treatment for detox or smoking. It was literally designed to be a miserable as possible within the limits of the law. I love it. We went through a mock booking process, we ate jail food, and spent the nights in our cells in lock down. We were released in the morning. Here are a few highlights from my experience:
This is almost what the cells look like with two beds rather than one.
- The food is terrible. Little T.V. dinner looking things made by Washington State inmates. No salt or pepper (considered weapons in prison) and the food really needed it. This food made every serving of elementary school goulash seem like it could be served at the Ritz Carlton. Breakfast was the worst. As I sat down with my cellmate to a delicious meal, I noticed that I got the really bad option. Powdered milk (dry), plain instant oatmeal (dry), a biscuit beyond description (dry), peaches my dog couldn't even tear through, and powdered "juice" mix of some sort. I had red flavored. Luckily we had drinking fountains to reconstitute our food. I noticed that others fared better with cheerios, and some sort of sweet roll. I'm assuming my snoring annoyed the guards enough to merit my selection. The chief of police touts that they feed inmates for less that $5 a day. I don't doubt it. They gave us a glimpse of lunch before releasing us. Poor souls will be given 2 slices of frozen white bread, frozen "lunch meat," a slice of frozen American cheese, and some chips. The food was enough for me to stay away for a second night.
- They don't turn the lights off at night. My perception of jail (perhaps from the Shawshanke Redemption) always included a dark cell in which inmates scheme, cry, or dig through the wall. No such luck for me. Never have I known a 5 watt bulb to put out so much light, but we had to tie t-shirts around our heads to fall asleep at night. The guards say it is so they can make sure the inmates are breathing during bed checks. Have they never heard of flashlights?
- One hard mat on a steel platform is called a "bed" in this jail. I missed my warm pillowtop at home with my wife next to me.
- Did I mention the steel toilet 4 feet from my bed? Luckily I "planned ahead" before I went to jail fully aware of the toilet issue. Inmates don't get the luxury of ultra thoughtful cell mates like myself. Picture yourself trying to use the facilities while your cell mate is right next to you. Now imagine sharing a cell with someone with a touchy digestive system. Enough said.
- Finally, I was very surprised that even I was beginning to be frustrated with my inability to make decisions for myself. Being told not to stand in certain places, get away from the doors, line up against the wall. I felt like I was in Jr. High again. Here are some thoughts from a local reporter that also volunteered.
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Let's be honest Blake. We were roommates. You are someone with a "touchy digestive system". But I am glad that the toilet wasn't in our room...
True Ryan. Although my bathroom activities were benign compared to that creepy kid that never left his room. Imagine sharing a cell with that guy.
I can't quite figure out why you would pay to do that, but I'm sure it was interesting.
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