T-Bone is a massively-built spiritual ex-Marine, who uses fighting skills to stop prison rape. T-Bone’s latest letter:
This is for all of the people out there who think drugs are cool. They put a guy in with me who was thin-in-the-wind skinny, as thin as an AIDS patient who is about to die. He was extremely sick coming off heroin, which in here has various names such as boy, black, Mexican mud and China white. I call it poison.
Right in front of me, the guy jumped up and started to puke. He pulled down his pants and crapped as he was puking. It was nasty. I couldn’t believe that I was looking at a man’s guts hanging out of his butt hole.
I told him I was getting him some help.
“They won’t do anything,” he said.
“I am a man of God,” I said.
I told the guards. They came and got him out of here.
There’s a big surge of heroin here in the States that has people sick all over the place. What heroin does to people is unreal. Him and people like him are hurting in a way that is inhuman. It takes an empty person to sell heroin to anyone. Heroin had reduced him to resembling a poor soul in a World War II death camp.
My book Prison Time includes how I met T-Bone