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I'm an entrepreneur in prison who started a cheesecake, taffy, and writing business. These hustles have made me penitentiary rich. Since I am, I can share that the grind is real, fun, and life-changing. That's why I spread the love with my comrades.
This week I purchased two rings made of polished wood that carry the logos of the New York Jets and the New York Knicks. The artist made one for my ring finger, and the other for my big brother's forefinger. I paid $8.00s for them. Pennies to you, but to those incarcerated, that's a nice size haul.
I learned that the men I'm incarcerated with are talented. I've seen teddy bears made from bars of soap, pop-up cards with Spider-Man swinging through the city. Jewelry boxes that when opened, a ballerina appears, and spins in a circle thanks to components from a windup-clock. These are works of art, and I'm always in awe of them.
I'm one of the men who found a few lucrative business ventures and made a name for myself with my Deserts By Tut. My Strawberry Cluster Cheesecake has a following in prison that would surprise you. Knowing that, I smile, because my comrades showed me love by purchasing one. I do the same for those who grind for an honest dollar.
We may have support from family, and our jobs that pay us next to nothing, but we want to lean on our talents to eat. One guy, and I swear this, hustled himself into a cell full of commissary that he was getting cashapps for $50.00 bags of hygiene and snacks. These dollars that he hustled up were sent to his daughter for school, bills, whatever. He just wanted to support her from behind the wall.
I'm an entrepreneur in prison who started a cheesecake, taffy, and writing business. These hustles have made me penitentiary rich. Since I am, I can share that the grind is real, fun, and life-changing. That's why I spread the love with my comrades.
This week I purchased two rings made of polished wood that carry the logos of the New York Jets and the New York Knicks. The artist made one for my ring finger, and the other for my big brother's forefinger. I paid $8.00s for them. Pennies to you, but to those incarcerated, that's a nice size haul.
I learned that the men I'm incarcerated with are talented. I've seen teddy bears made from bars of soap, pop-up cards with Spider-Man swinging through the city. Jewelry boxes that when opened, a ballerina appears, and spins in a circle thanks to components from a windup-clock. These are works of art, and I'm always in awe of them.
I'm one of the men who found a few lucrative business ventures and made a name for myself with my Deserts By Tut. My Strawberry Cluster Cheesecake has a following in prison that would surprise you. Knowing that, I smile, because my comrades showed me love by purchasing one. I do the same for those who grind for an honest dollar.
We may have support from family, and our jobs that pay us next to nothing, but we want to lean on our talents to eat. One guy, and I swear this, hustled himself into a cell full of commissary that he was getting cashapps for $50.00 bags of hygiene and snacks. These dollars that he hustled up were sent to his daughter for school, bills, whatever. He just wanted to support her from behind the wall.
You can stroll around a housing unit and find artists selling artwork so good that Marvel Comics should set up a site for them. One guy charged me a small sum for designing three cover arts for my first sci-fi trilogy, and they are amazing. Talent runs rampant in prison, and we (the incarcerated) support them.
Recently, I was lounging in the day room, watching ESPN when my homeboy called me to his cell and showed me a wood-carved New Orleans Saints logo. It was nice, but it needed to be painted in the team's color. I introduced him to my T-shirt guy. This guy made me a T-shirt for my forthcoming series, to show off on Instagram. Well, when he saw the wood carven, he took it to his cell and returned with a painted work of art. The New Orleans fan smiled, then showed everybody what the T-shirt guy did. The money came running for him, and now I'm waiting in line for my next shirt. It gets that crazy in here when everybody knows you're talented. This is prison now.
Everybody isn't caught up in the foolishness, they're in grind mode. Especially during football season. You find everybody wanting to share their allegiance to the team they love. For a decent price, one of the artists will paint you a handkerchief with your team on it so you can represent it. Of course, you know I had to represent and get my New York Jets painted on one.
It's a must that we support our comrades because we're all we got. The love is that real in here. One of my cake rivals knows I can make a cake like him, but I don't. We don't tread on each other's hustle. What we do is spread the love. When someone asks me for a cake, I'll send them his way, and he'll do the same when they want a cheesecake.
Just ask someone you know about the hustles in prison, and I'll bet you'll have a wild time believing what they're telling you. Even as you do, I bet that the person you're talking with supports them. Martha Stuart knows, welcome to our hustle and thanks for the support.