Running Drugs for the Cartel

It's a Mexico thing. So that was a hustle, right? And then, and then one day I was really healthy in prison. I would make protein shakes every day. And in prison we don't have refrigeration, so we take a mop bucket. You know what a mop bucket is, right? So we take a mop bucket and we put ice in there and we put like our sodas in there, our vegetables, whatever we need to keep cold. Wow. And I used to make these protein shakes, right? And I'd make them in a peanut butter jar and I dump milk in there. I put a little protein powder from the commissary, a little peanut butter, a little banana sliced up, and I'd shake them and I'd throw it in the mop bucket. So after my workout, I'd come to that mop bucket and I'd drink my protein shake. Yeah, it was fucking awesome. And one day we ran out of ice. The ice machine broke down and we had like just like 2 inches of ice left. And my celly, he says, man, just put some salt on there. And he says the salt will keep the ice cold. And he says, you don't need to go put any more ice. That'll last for like a couple hours. So I go to my workout and I come back from the yard and I get my protein shake and that motherfucker's locked up, man.. I was so pissed off. I said, man, I can't even fucking drink this thing, man. I was fucking pissed, right? Damn. He said, bro, just fucking take the spoon and eat it like ice cream. Like, wait a minute. So funny. I was like, dude, we're fucking on to something. This is like protein ice cream. He's like, dude, dude. I said, I think I found my new hustle. That's funny. I'm fucking buying salt from every fucking person that has salt. I'm literally making protein shakes and selling these things frozen for $15 and calling them protein ice cream.