Last Sunday I took my boyfriend to a place my dad took me to a lot as a child. No, not Chuck E. Cheese, Folsom Prison. It is very close to my house and welcomes visitors to it's museum. It was only 2 dollars to enter, so we went. The museum has cases of prisoner made weapons, some that have actually been used to stab staff. There are old artifacts from the prison's early days, photos of when Johnny Cash went and had his concert, hanging ropes, and a mock cell with a fake prisoner that talks and scared the bajeezies out of me. We did not go in glorification of the prison system, or for possible prisoner sightings. If I wanted to do that, I would just go to dinner at my mom's house on Christmas eve. I went because I find prison life an interesting part of the human experience. We were allowed to take pictures, we just had to make sure no officers or inmates were in them.
I wore my boyfriend's vintage wool letterman sweater we got at the Salvation Army for 3 dollars. It is worth so much more. And a lace skirt from the Goodwill with a slip underneath and boots.
Johnny Cash standing at the same gate. They let him stand closer cause he's famous or something. pssshh.
Oh crap, I broke the rules. Just kidding, that's just my baby daddy.
I got ball-sy and walked past the crosswalk. Weeeeeeeee. I wasn't smiling later that day when I sat on a wood bench and got a splinter in my butt, right through my lace skirt! When we got home my boyfriend promptly removed it with tweezers.
This little cottage is the museum. 2 dollars and you're in. They donate the money to cancer research.