DOC does not care, ya have to be on your toes at all times! I couldn't believe the guard was supposed to be so thorough! She did not check my shoes, or the bottom of my socks, yet she claimed that someone was packing a gun up her twat! Oh Please! Give me a Break!

Just another thing ya have to put up with in prison. He was not a Happy Camper either so we felt real bad after our visit.

Thank god we have a restaurant we go to and a margarita to calm our nerves. Wish he could have had one too!

Isn't it sad, KayLee, that we are all afraid of what the guards would do to our loved ones if they knew that we were telling on them? And when they get out do the ex-prisoners really care about the ones still inside? Would they care enough to tell the stories that are so true, to make a difference in other inmates' lives?

I pray that my brother will forget his hospital job and become a rescue spokesman for the inmates that are still abused every single hour, and day while being in the hell hole they temporary call home. He still has a lot of hell to go through before he comes home, if he ever does.

Red Necks and power wheeling guards, that probably have not an education past the 11th grade!

Just something we have to endure in seeing our loved ones, if we can! Justice will come through if we put up the fight! We must continue to fight for our loved ones! Who else will fight for them? No One! Many Blessings! Please no names, until he is a free man! Or hell is to pay for speaking out.