I’m upset because that is not my son in there. Who I saw is not my son. He’s in there for something he didn’t do. The cops took down a description after a shooting for two guys, dark skinned, 6 foot 2 and 6 foot 3, and they arrest my son, who is about 5′ 7″, and his cousin, who is smaller than me (5’5″). It says so in the discovery. He didn’t do what they’re pinning on him, but he’s been in there since January. I visit him, and it’s not him anymore. He is just torn up by all this. He says he doesn’t have anything to live for, that nothing matters. People are trying to fight him in there, he’s not eating. He doesn’t want to live. That’s not like him. It’s not how he was before all this happened to him. And I worry what more time in this place will do to him.