Dateline: college. Our sociology class on crime & punishment did field trips: the city morgue, etc. The morgue director said 'we don't show these pics to high schoolers, just college level.' For example, on the big screen was someone's head smashed flat as a pancake 3 feet in diameter. Thanks for that.
The big women's prison in MN is in Shakopee, a southern burb 20+ miles south of St. Paul. 4 of us classmates decided to car pool. It was a morning tour, 10am. Ergo, we decided to gather in a dorm room at 7am, extra early. Why? To snort up a bunch of cocaine of course, what a silly question. Stronger than java, no? Ye olde Peruvian pick me up. Tried & true. Let's focus.
So after that we drive south, get there way too early. Ergo we decide to, wait for it, find a bar to pass the hour. We find one open and start shooting pool and guzzling pitchers of beer. It's 830am.
Time to go to the big house. The hoosegow. The pokey. Up the river. We get to the parking lot and still have 10 minutes to kill. Ergo, our driver pulls out a joint and we smoke it on down. I mean, what would you do? Just sit there? C'mon, be reasonable. We're not animals.
So we hit for the trifecta: blow, booze & weed. All before 10am. We tour the women's prison. I don't recall much of the tour, oddly enough. However, I do recall a very nice older lady was our tour guide. At the end someone asked what she was in for, as she earlier noted she was an inmate not an employee. She said 'I killed my abusive husband.'
Ah, college.