Candy and Blood is a collection of essays about one man’s prison experience over the past 12 years.
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Bittersweet Dreams

This excerpt is from Candy and Blood, available on Amazon.com now. I awoke in the darkness, pitch-black shroud of night pressed against my chest with an unnatural weight. A hard, heavy throbbing in my head pulsed in unison with the corresponding ache in my belly and lower still in my most intimate of areas. Arousal […]




No Talk

This excerpt is from Candy and Blood, available on Amazon.com now. Standing just two and a half feet away, my new cellie began badmouthing me through the chuck hole in the door. “Yeah bro, they all lamers. Ain’t none of ‘em a convict. I’m sick of cellies who don’t know how to bit. His fat […]




Shorty and the Milk Man

This excerpt is from Candy and Blood, available on Amazon.com now. Since he always went by his street name, Shorty, I can’t for the life of me recall his actual name, even though he was my cellie for nearly half a year. This isn’t uncommon, especially since I only heard his government name a handful […]




An Itchy Situation

This was an itch I could scratch, but there were consequences to the scratching. I tore at my inflamed flesh, but the intense burning only increased and spread. Despite this, I still didn’t stop. The scratching didn’t provide much relief at all. Truth be told, I was making my predicament worse, but it’s the only course […]




An Indelible Impression

When I first met Mark, he wasn’t particularly impressive. He didn’t make a strong or indelible impression on me. He was like a lot of white guys in their late thirties and early forties who I’d come across: prematurely aged and showing signs that years of all different kinds of abuse—physical, mental, drug—had taken their […]




The Dirtbag

When I say that my cellie Ray was a shameless, filthy, unrepentant dirtbag, rest assured that I’m telling the truth. When you live in a tiny cell, everything is compounded, made exponentially more aggravating or disgusting thanks to the simple fact that two grown men are essentially inhabiting a closet with a toilet. I don’t […]




Eating Fire

I was on the floor with my stomach in my back, which means I was broke and starving. It also means there was no way I was going to miss chow, even though prison chili isn’t exactly a gourmet meal or even all that appetizing. The familiar warm, sour smell of food going to rot […]




True to his Word

This excerpt is from Candy and Blood, available on Amazon.com now. Sometimes when a fuming, irate inmate is threatening to beat someone’s ass, he’s not just blowing off steam or spouting machismo. Sometimes, if given a sliver of opportunity, he will carry out each and every threat he utters. Eight o’clock in the morning is […]




The Power of Taylor Swift

“Nah man, forget that. You on some bullshit.” “Whatchu say?” “You heard me.” “Man, I ain’t with all this woofing, so why don’t you do something?” “You don’t want none of this.” “Yeah, sounds good. Just step to me, and we’ll see who’s the vic.” “I ain’t no vic!” The machismo was palpable in the […]




Open Wide

Going to the dentist can be intimidating enough, but having a wisdom tooth removed by a prison dentist is a whole other kind of scary. === “Go ahead and open wide for me.” Never before had more terrifying words been spoken to me. They were made even more sinister by the tone of good-natured banality […]