After a few years, J.T. decided to conduct his own experiment and put Venkatesh in charge of the Black Kings for a day because drug dealers enjoyed Trading Places as much as the rest of us. His duties included supervising teams of drug dealers and deciding how to punish gang members for misusing funds. For the latter, he decided that light exercise would be discipline enough. He was overruled, and the offenders were beaten, instead. Not everybody is born for the thug life.
Ted Conover Will Severely Beat You For Journalism
Ted Conover wanted to write a book about prison guards, so he applied for a job as a corrections officer at Sing Sing, America's most infamous maximum security prison. See, that's why we do all of our undercover investigative journalism at the cotton candy factory.
As you'd expect, Conover started off as a big ol' softy, but quickly got a bit too into the role, and, well, we'll let him say it: "The more I did the job, the more I longed for a use of force."
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"OK, now do you want another one where your eyes aren't dead husks?"
And then, there's the time he lived as a train-hopping hobo. At the age of 22, when most of us were still planning our next keg stand, Conover rode the rails through 14 states. At one point, another hobo tried to jump onto his boxcar in a clear breach of hobo etiquette, so Conover stomped on his hand and sent him flying off. Look, Ted, we're sure you're a great journalist, but has it ever occurred to you that you miiiight be using "research" as an excuse to beat the shit out of people?
In 2014, he recreated his rail-hopping adventures with his 18-year-old son, who was curious to discover how deep insanity runs in his genes. Together, they traveled from rail yard to rail yard, while hiding from train inspectors and presumably stomping some good old-fashioned hobo etiquette into anybody that used the wrong fork to eat out of the bean can.
"Remember, son, one rail spike to some chump's back and no one will ask to share your boxcar chili."