For I was hungry, and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, a stranger and you welcomed me, naked and you clothed me, ill and you cared for me, in prison and you visited me. - Matthew 25: 35-36 No one wants to go to prison. The air in prison has weight to it. The heat in late summer forces inmates to the floors of their unairconditioned cells to seek relief on concrete. The smells that emanate from the collection of 4,100 inmates and their overseers are absurd. Some of the men I encountered will [...]