Fake Blood: The True Story of How I went Undercover in the Bloods Gang to Find My Daughter

When I first arrived at the trap house, I was at the mercy of drug and alcohol-fueled criminal psychopaths who sought to test my worth and have me prove my loyalty by any means necessary, from selling (and doing) drugs, to gun and drug trafficking, prostituting, riding shotgun in getaway cars, and closing my eyes to the constant criminal activity of the gang, for whom killing and gang rapes were the norm. To this day, I have no doubt that these guys would have killed me without hesitation i...