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

This excerpt is from Candy and Blood. Available for purchase on Amazon now. I have spent time in a foreign country that in some areas literally had Third World toilet facilities. Those far-off “lavatories” often consisted of little more than a hole in the ground. For the more sophisticated and fanciful ones, a slab of concrete […]




Just Bitting

This excerpt is from Candy and Blood. Available for purchase on Amazon now. My world was turned upside down, and I wasn’t really sure how to navigate the strange new terrain in which I found myself. My buddy Kevin, a guy who I’d known for two years and who had been my cellie for nine months, […]




Abuse of Authority

Crockett had a relatively legitimate complaint, but he went about seeking relief for his issue in the entirely wrong way. First, he began by cussing out the two C/Os who refused to let him out of his cell to use the phone—never a good opening tactic. It was Crockett’s scheduled day for a phone call—one […]




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 […]