A Texas prosecutor revisits the domestic abuse case he'll never forget.
The exam room was set up so the inmate sat between me and the bright red panic button.
I only shared the news about Dad with my closest friends.
Trying to maintain contact with my loved ones turns into a maze of skipped meals, smuggled cell phones, and a whole lot of pain.
I'm no regular cop hater: I was crippled in the line of duty, with the boot they cut off me at the hospital to prove it.
Frequent urine tests, controversial scanners, and false positives make for a dark scene.
We caught him selling a small amount of crack: only 57 grams.
If I could have done anything, it would have been to deadlock the jury—but I didn't have the personal strength to do it.
I expected to catch shit from other prisoners, but the harassment from guards is way worse.
What it's like to avoid schools, get hassled when you travel, and decide not to have children because of your partner's crime.
From moonshine to tattoos to balloons of drugs, America's prison inmates do what it takes to make life inside tolerable.