<p>Young men are at the gate, pleading with jaded guards to let them out, or at least give them a cigarette. Grown men are crying, walking from room to room, seeking answers they can’t have. The elders are slouched over, staring at their toes, waiting for the ground to cave. </p><p>So far, everyone within... read full story
"I used to hide drugs in my anus. I would pop pills (painkillers) just before the cops would begin to hit me. Wouldn't feel a thing."