As Jeff entered the bathroom he tugged the old metal door shut behind him, but Liberty, undaunted, grabbed the handle and opened the men's room door.As she entered, the smell hit her full force, that of old urine and sweat.Countless graffiti marred the walls, although it was an improvement over the awful ecru color of the cinder block walls.Between the two toilet stalls, toilet paper spilled across the cement floor, the metal doors of the stalls carved up with names and crude ...