Days And Nights In The King County Jail

When you are incarcerated in the King County Correctional Facility, your cell is referred to as a "house"; I don't know why. At six by eight feet, it is not exactly a grave, but neither does it resemble any house that I have ever lived in. When you leave your individual cell, you are not exiting your "house"; rather, you are "racking forward." Conversely, when you return to your cell, you are not being locked in -- you are--"racking back." All this talk of racking in and racking out reminds me of some bizarre sadomasochistic sidewalk sale held every year at Halloween on the sidewalk outside the "Bon Marc-Che."

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