Ebo Sosa

Phones, I'm selling everything down there.

So I got a move where I was on this side of the prison, but this side of the prison didn't get too much country band.

They didn't get as much as us.

Because this side of the prison, we could go out on work detail.

and go out actually into the world and work and get our pack.

We'll have mules, they'll fucking tape the shit up and put it in their ass and bring it in.

You know what I'm saying?

I was selling it to people on the other side of the compound, all the shit that I bring in there a day.

I just had people drive, my prison's like four hours from where I'm from, so I just used to have people drive down there, drop it off.

We used to go to the same break spot.

They used to go to the same break spot for lunch break.

They'll go pick it up.

It was in a dugout.

They'll go pick up, they'll tell the police officer, like, hey, I have to use the bathroom.

He used to give them like a bucket, a shovel, and a trash bag and be like, all right, just go shit behind the dugout.

But it's a routine now.

So now we found a way to get it in.

So we'll have somebody come drop the shit behind the dugout, act like we're going to shit, pick up the pack, get it, like, secure it, put it in your pants.

He bring it on the bus.

While my officer will go take a smoke break, we'll have everything already egged up, so