S2E4 With Friends Like These

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“how important having a real circle of friends is in prison.”

And I haven't finished telling you about my circle of friends. Not necessarily circle of confidence, but circle of friends. Because in prison, you be friend or you allow yourself to be befriended by the people who work best at that moment. You don't have to marry them.

You don't have to be life-long friends like I am with Mark. But in that given moment, you can count on them as friends. I'm John Kiryaku. Welcome to Dead Drop. What makes us bi-tick?

This is episode four in our series "Doing Time Like a Spy." Before we get back to "Doing Time." And I sure is how hope that's not what listening to this podcast feels like. I'm going to thank you for, well, for doing time with us.

Unlike a prisoner's time, your time is important. That you choose to spend it with us. We do not take that for granted. Not one bit. And we don't take it for granted either that you'll like, rate, review, comment on,

or share the podcast, but we would so appreciate it if you did. Visiting hours can now begin. In our last episode, I introduced you to my circle of friends. And an important thing to have in a place where you really can't trust anyone. But as I pointed out, some of the friendships you begin in prison resonate in ways that

no other relationships can. Maybe something to do with a shared experience. Whatever it is, I wanted to spend a little more time introducing you to the friends of one kind or another that I made in prison. I've mentioned Robert, the Australian Arsonist, a number of times.

I had a lot of fun with Robert. Robert was frequently very, very honest at the artist's times. He would lie about stupid stuff. Like, for example, he was very close friends with a prisoner from Eri Pennsylvania. This guy had Chomo written all over him.

If I had seen him out on the street somewhere, I would have pointed out him and said, "That's a Chomo." And Robert said, "No, he's a tax attorney and he's in on some tax charge of some sort." This guy couldn't even use proper grammar. He's a tax attorney.

It's like Robert, what's wrong with you?

First of all, you shouldn't be associating with pedophiles.

“Secondly, you should never, ever, ever lie for the pedophile.”

Lie to protect the pedophile. So, I didn't mean any normal person would do. I went to the Law Library. I typed the guy's name into the computer and boom, not only was he a pedophile. He was responsible for more images of children having sex with adults than anyone who had

ever been arrested in the history of the FBI. Thus, his 30-to-life sentence. So, Robert was friends with this guy. Why? Who knows?

That's just how Robert was. Robert was, of course, eligible to sit at what we called the good table, which was essentially the Aryan table. But he didn't sit at the good table. He chose to sit with the rats in the pedophiles.

And I never understood that.

But then he would have these bursts of honesty. For example, I said to him, Robert, what are you in for? I'm in for arson. Federal arson. It's a little bit unusual.

I only met one other arson guy. And his only was a federal case, because he burned the building down and ran across state lines to escape. So, I said, Robert, what were the circumstances of your crime? It turned out Robert had been married five times.

Robert was Armenian, but he was born in Israel, and he was raised in Australia. His parents were Armenian and British. He had British citizenship. But spent most of his life in Australia spoke with an Australian accent and never got his Australian citizenship, which becomes important in a moment.

He is married five different times, five different women. One of them was an American whom he married only for her money. Bankrupted her. But he opened a used car dealership in Buffalo, New York with her money. And by his own accounts was very successful.

“How successful you have to wonder because in this lead to his problem, Robert never paid taxes.”

Ever. Not a dime.

Which in New York is high, it's like 70, 9% something like that.

“And he would just never send the money to the state.”

Okay. Yeah, he would just pocket it, because he was a criminal. And one Christmas Eve, he went to the DMV to renew his dealer plates. And they said, absolutely not, you owe something like $600,000 in back taxes. We're not giving you any dealer plates until you pay your taxes.

He flew into a rage at the DMV and shouted, "I'm going to come back here and burn this place to the ground." Now, if you've ever been inside a DMV, you know that there are cameras everywhere. In addition to the fact that he shouted this in front of 100 witnesses, all trying to get their business done before the place closed for Christmas. So what did Robert do?

He called two members of the Russian mafia that he knew. And said, "I'll give you $10,000 if you burn this DMV to the ground." Which they did. The problem was, Robert was on camera shouting, "I'm going to come back here and burn this place to the ground." So they went to grab him and he took off for Australia.

Well, of course he buys a ticket in his own name, he travels with no luggage, and the Australians are waiting for him. They rest him.

“They put him in Australian jail, which from my understanding is worse than American jails.”

He's in there for six months fighting transfer back to the United States. Not thinking, "Wait a minute, I'm an Australian visa holder. I'm not an Australian citizen. If I'm convicted of a crime,

I'll never be able to go back to Australia again.

We had two kids in Australia and grandchildren in Australia. And his entire family's in Australia. But he's extradited to the United States. So he takes a plea. Robert never bothered to ask his attorney or to do his own research

on what would happen if he's found guilty of a felony. Well, if you're found guilty of a felony in the United States, you're banned for life from the five ice countries. The UK, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand. Somebody mentioned something to him in prison.

Oh, you're not an Australian citizen? You can't go back to Australia. What do you mean I can't go back to Australia? You're banned for life.

“So the whole time that I was there and he was there,”

he spent writing letters to the Australian ambassador, the Australian prime minister, the Australian justice minister, Australian senators, Australian parliamentary members, and nobody would help him. Nobody.

The thing is he's also not an American. And so he's got to be expelled somewhere when he finally gets out. So they expelled him to the UK. But that's not the issue. The issue is that Robert was the most pure sociopath I had ever met.

He was a pathological liar. He would lie about literally everything. Robert initially married an Australian woman. They had a son and a daughter and they got divorced. He had subsequent marriages to a Swiss woman, a Canadian woman,

and an American woman, which got him Canadian and American citizenship. He had the British citizenship that he was born into,

but he never got his Australian citizenship.

Robert claimed every career that you can imagine. Anytime a career came up in a conversation, Robert would say, I did that. He claimed to be a successful Michael Abonner, a DJ, a border guard, a bush pilot, the owner of the largest video store chain in Australia,

the largest video store chain in Canada, the largest video store chain in America. The story always changed every time he told it. A successful used car dealer, a successful radio talk show host, a voiceover artist.

He even claimed to have dated Australian international tennis champion Iván Gulagon. He also said Iván Gulagon had been misuniverse. I said to him, Robert, Iván Gulagon was not misuniverse. This went on for months where we argued about Iván Gulagon until he finally admitted that, okay, she wasn't misuniverse.

Oh, and by the way, it wasn't Iván Gulagon that he had been dating. It was a woman who reminded him of Iván Gulagon.

There was always a kernel of truth in the stories that he told.

And then sometimes he was just brutally honest. For example, he and one of his wives adopted these Romanian twins from an orphanage in Romania. Turned out that they were like bad seeds. They were like four years old, five years old.

They're pulling knives on each other. They're trying to set the house on fire, whatever. So what does Robert do? He put some in a car. He drives to Washington, D.C. and he abandons them

at the front gate of the Romanian embassy. And I said, you did not. He said, yeah, I did. They were going to kill me in my sleep one of these days.

at the front gate of a foreign embassy and then just drive away. Like, how are you not arrested for that? He didn't care. One thing about Robert though, too, is that he was afraid of his own shadow.

He was the first one to rat out the Hispanics, rat out the blacks,

rat out anybody that he perceived had done him wrong. And then he was afraid of his shadow because he was convinced that we're going to come after him. Sometimes they did. We decided to have some fun with Robert at one point.

Dave really hated Robert. Dave wanted Robert to check himself into solitary, just to be out of our hair. And I said, come on, man, you're too hard in the guy. He's harmless. Literally every day somebody was checking himself into solitary.

For example, let's say you get into a dispute with some MS-13 guy. Well, he's going to either beat you or MS-13's going to kill you. They're going to take out a hit on you.

“And the only thing you can do is check yourself into solitary.”

I'll give you another example. Michael Douglas's son, Cameron Douglas. He lived two cells down for me. Cameron Douglas was an notorious drug addict. He had a problem paying for his drugs.

He had no problem paying the tattoo artists in the unit. It covers body from head to toe and tattoos. He just had problems paying for his drugs. And he would buy drugs from the bloods, the crips, the MS-13, this one, that one, this cartel, that cartel. And they're going to kill him.

In addition, the fact that his lawyer got arrested

first trying to smuggle drugs into him.

And then to save himself, he ratted out the Hispanics who had been providing him with drugs. Cameron checked himself into solitary. And then upgraded from a low security prison to a medium security prison in Comberland, Maryland.

Comberland's a dangerous prison. And as soon as he arrived, as soon as he got off the bus, he said, "I want to check myself into solitary." Because the cartels were waiting for him to kill him. You spend your entire sentence in solitary.

So solitary is a six foot by ten foot concrete block room. It has a steel bunk with no mattress, no pillow, no blankets, no nothing. There's a steel toilet and a steel sink. And that's it. That is literally it. But remember I said, the prison is woefully overcrowded.

So they put two guys in those six by ten foot cells. One sleeps on the bunk, the other sleeps on the floor. With nothing, no mattress, no pillow, no blankets, no coat, no nothing. And it's cold down there in the winter and smotheringly hot in the summer. You're allowed one shower and we, you're allowed one phone call a month.

And you're allowed to air quotes exercise one hour a day. So you're locked down for 23 hours. The exercise is there is a small, what looks like a doggy door. In each cell, it's like for a big dog. You can crawl through that into a cage that's outside.

That's just six feet by six feet and walk in circles for an hour and then crawl back through the doggy door and they lock it up. That's solitary. So it's not unusual for people to lose huge amounts of weight. It's also not unusual for people to lose their minds in there.

The United Nations has ruled that solitary confinement for more than 14 days is a form of torture. In the United States, we have people in solitary confinement for 40 years or more. Imagine 40 years without ever having contact with another human being. Unless, of course, there's one in your little teeny tiny cell.

Dave took a scissors one day that he had stolen from somebody and he cut Robert's shoelaces, right up the middle. Robert said, "Oh, that's not cool. I wonder who did that?"

“Dave said, "I think it was the Hispanics because you ratted him out for stealing all the meat."”

Robert started to get nervous. And who's he going to go to for protection? The pedophiles? He's alienated everybody. Dave then wrote, "Rat on his pillow one night." And I said, "The Dave, come on, man. Why are you bothering?"

And he's going to go home in six weeks. Just let him go. Dave was having too much fun. So for the last six weeks, Robert checked himself into solitary.

And I never saw him again.

He found me on Facebook, funny enough. And he's in the UK selling cars, married to wife number six. When you act like that, when you lead a life like that, that's just one lie, built on another lie, built on another lie. And you're just a lifelong criminal.

And you're devoid of any conscience, so you can't even stop yourself. It all comes tumbling down at some point. And then you've got to live with the fallout. And that's what he's doing. Robert was into get rich quick schemes.

And the thing is, he was an notorious rat. It's so much safer.

“And your life is so much easier in prison”

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Now back to Dead Drop. There was one other guy that I was friendly with, who was a truly good human being, and that was Clint Gosswick.

“He was one of the orderlies in the chapel,”

when I first started working there. Clint lived in the housing unit above mine, central two. Usually, there's no connection between central one and central two. I mean, you'll see these guys out on the yard or in the cafeteria, whatever, but generally not friends.

We don't go up there. They didn't come down to our central one. But Clint lived up in central two, and I became friendly with him. Clint was very, very religious,

constantly quoting the Bible, and he meant it sincerely. And finally I said to him, "What's in the world are you doing here?" And you're the unlikeliest, federal prisoner.

And what are you doing here? He had a very sad story. Clint was from Texas, from a town called Wichita Falls, Texas. I remember that because Harry Nilsson,

the great Harry Nilsson, had an album called As Falls, Wichita Falls, Wichita Falls.

“Clint had a successful heating and air conditioning business,”

in Wichita Falls, Texas.

Strong Christian, never a day in trouble in his life.

But he had a very difficult divorce, and it just wrecked him. It wrecked himself a steam. It broke him financially. Finally, after this divorce, he started dating.

He was 42 years old. He met this 22-year-old beauty. Listen, I've been 42. I wouldn't have been able to believe that 42-year-old John would have a 21-year-old 22-year-old attracted to him.

This 22-year-old woman was just getting out of an abusive relationship. She had a previous boyfriend, who was a meth cook. And he had killed himself, playing Russian rule that while fueled on meth.

So, Clint started dating her. It didn't work out. The relationship ran its course, and she began dating another meth cook, who had just recently been released from prison.

So three years later, Clint's forgotten about this woman. Three years later, she and her boyfriend are arrested for manufacturing meth. Clint's phone number was still in her cell phone. And Clint's father had once called her number,

looking for Clint. So, the FBI, they're searching the records. They say, "Fone A" called "Fone B" and "Fone B" is in touch with "Fone C" and "Fone C" is also in touch with "Fone A." That's a conspiracy.

So, the FBI pulls Clint in for questioning. Clint tells the FBI that, "Yeah, he and the woman had dated. It didn't work out. It ran its course." And they asked him, "Did you ever socialize with any of her friends?"

And he said, "Yeah, I had a cook out at my house one time." And she invited a whole bunch of people. And, you know, "We had a good time." The FBI then asked her. And she said, "Yeah, we did.

We had a cook out at his house." And I did meth with my friends in his garage. The FBI said, "That's a drug conspiracy."

And lo and behold, the new boyfriend, whom Clint had never met,

got charged with a gun charge. Well, in federal law, if one person in a conspiracy has a gun, all the people in the conspiracy are charged with a gun charge. Clint had never met or heard of any of the other conspirators in the case. He had never used drugs.

He had never manufactured drugs. He had never possessed drugs. He had never distributed drugs. He was charged with conspiracy. And he said, "I didn't commit conspiracy."

He pled not guilty. The prosecutors and the judge were outraged that he would go to trial, which is his constitutional right.

They added that gun charge on Clint, even though he didn't have a gun.

He was found guilty.

“His attorney told him repeatedly to take a plea.”

He kept saying that he believed in the justice system. He hadn't done any of these crimes. So, four of the other defendants agreed as part of their own deals to testify against Clint saying that he had "owned the party house." That's what the big thing was.

The big testimony. He had "owned the party house." The jury deliberated for three days. guilty. He and I would play racketball every day that the weather was nice.

And every day he would say the same thing. God's going to take care of me. God's testing me. He's testing my faith. And he would get these tattoos.

He tripled the number of tattoos that he had on him while we were in prison. And every tattoo was a Bible verse. His whole body was just like printing the whole Bible on his body.

And I used to tell him, "I've never known anybody so religious."

“So true to his faith, yet in such a dire position.”

And he said, "Because your faith is not as strong as mine. Jesus is going to get me out of this." And guess what happened? He was released. He was released.

He took advantage of the second chance act. And he said, "Look, I didn't have the gun. I didn't have any drugs. All I did was I had to cook out. And my girlfriend invited her friends.

Literally that was all that happened." And the justice department said, "You're right. This is ridiculous." And they let him go. I had been out of prison about two years.

I got a call on my cell phone. I looked at the phone and it just had a number. And it said, "Witch it to our false taxes." And I said, "No possible way." And I answered the phone.

He says, "Brother."

“And I said, "I can't believe I'm hearing your voice."”

He said, "I'm calling you from home." What a good man he is. And you know what? He now has a beautiful relationship with his daughter. And with his young granddaughter.

He went back into the heating and cooling business. And has found success again. And goes to church every Sunday. And has no ill will toward anybody. There were, as you might imagine, many, very dangerous, very sick people in this prison.

Even though it was a low security prison. Now, the reason why there are dangerous sick people in low security prisons is that they would start out in a maximum security. You can only be transferred to a low security if you have under 20 years left on your sentence, and you have good behavior.

So you start off in a maximum. Then you go down to a medium. Then you go down to a low. And if you're really good, and you don't have a violent crime, you can go to a minimum security work camp.

Clyde Ware was one of the very, very few people at Loretto of whom I was afraid. He was a serial killer. He had killed, well. The authorities estimated that he had killed at least 12 women, all prostitutes. He was a long-distance truck driver in the days before DNA testing,

driving from one coast to the other. He would pick up prostitutes at truck stops. He would have sex with him. He didn't want to pay them, so he would strangle them. And then drive a couple of hundred miles with their dead bodies next to him.

And then finally throw them out on the side of the highway. The FBI knew that there was a serial killer loose in what was called the golden age of serial killers, which was roughly 1970 to 1990. They just didn't know where to look. And then finally he picked up a 16-year-old prostitute at a truck stop. He had sex with her,

and then he strangled her, but she lived. Now, because she was 16, that would technically make him a chomel, a child molester, something about which he was very, very sensitive. When I first arrived in Central One, he came up to me. He had just a handful of rotten blackened nubs for teeth.

He was big at least 64, maybe 350 pounds, an enormous man. The worst breath you've ever experienced from these rotten black little nubs.

For reasons that were never clear to me, he constantly sought my approval.

He came up to me almost brilliantly one day and said, "Are you the CIA guy?" And I'm thinking, "Oh fuck, am I gonna have to fight this giant?" So I kind of steeled myself. He said, "I did some work for the CIA back in NAMM. Okay. What the fuck you went for me?" He went congratulations. I just said, "Okay."

Then I worked for the CIA after NAMM. I was running guns to the Angolan rebels in a shrimp boat. I go get the fuck out of here. A shrimp boat couldn't go 30 miles. And you're doing it the long way across the Atlantic. To Angola, come on, man. Think of a better story than that.

And I walked away. One of the Italians said to me, "Be careful of him. That's one dangerous son of a bitch. And I thought, John, you're being stupid. Why are you challenging somebody like this?" But instead of making him angry, it made him more determined to seek my approval.

But he would say things like, "Hey, John, I know you're a Steelers fan. The Steelers are on TV on Sunday.

“I saved you a seat in the TV room." Which meant he punched somebody who's seen it was,”

so that I could sit in the vacant seat and watch the game. Hey, John. I know you listen to classic rock. There's a new classic rock station at 1600 AM. Mike, okay. Thanks, truck. I appreciate it. So, I worked hard to not piss him off. He was also violent in the unit. Several of his cellmates were a pedophiles.

And truck was frequently in solitary for just beaten the shit out of these guys. And usually it was silly stuff. Like one of them turned the light on while he was taking a nap. And he popped up out of bed and beat this guy into a heap. One guy was snoring. A pedophile was snoring. And he beat the hell out of the guy while the guy was in his bed.

Very volatile, very dangerous, likely mentally ill. But I was careful not to piss him off. So, with that his background, there was another guy in the prison, Larry Revive. Larry looked like the cat in the hat. In that he had this oddly elongated head. It had to be some kind of a birth defect.

I never saw anybody with a rectangular head before.

Larry had moved down from a medium security prison. He wanted to move into my room. We had one empty bunk when Dave was sent to solitary.

“I said, "Well, wait a minute, you can't just move into the room.”

I want to know you're crying because we don't allow pedophiles in our room." He said, "I'm not a pedophile. I said, "What's your crime?" Murder for hire. I don't think I like that anymore than a pedophile. What were the circumstances?"

I owed the mob 100 grand in gambling debts. And I couldn't pay it. So I took a life insurance policy out on my business partner. And I hired a hitman to kill him. And then he got caught and I got caught.

I said, "Yeah, I need to think about that and I need to talk to the other guys. I'm not an idiot. I know everybody in prisons lying." So I went to the law library and I looked him up. Some of that was true.

What was really true was, of course, he's going to be the very first person

that the cops look at. As soon as they arrested him, he ratted out the shooter. He was able to negotiate 20 years for murder for hire, which is normally life without parole.

“In exchange for his testimony against the shooter.”

The shooter was a guy that he knew from New Orleans, Louisiana. But the cops in New Orleans grabbed the shooter, extradited him back to Pittsburgh. And while he's awaiting trial, he has a heart attack and dies. But the cops had to respect the deal that day

had negotiated with Revive. So he got lucky. He got 20 years for a crime that should have been life without parole. There's no way this guy's moving into our cell. No way.

I don't want to live with somebody like him. That made him fly into a rage. But he knew not to confront me face to face. One day, Jake Tapper. He's with CNN now, but at the time he was with ABC News,

Jake and I worked at ABC News together. Jake came up to the prison to interview me. And when he arrived, I got called to the Lieutenant's Office to sign the waiver, so I could give the interview. Now, as I've mentioned before,

normally, if you're called to the Lieutenant's Office, it's because you're going to solitary. Kiri Aku, Lieutenant's Office, immediately I go down there. I knew what it was for, because I knew that Jake was coming that day. So I go down there, I sign the waiver, I give Jake his interview,

and I go back up to the unit. Well, in the TV room, off to the side, there are three computers. And that's for the internal email system. I'm sitting there with truck watching the Steelers.

Reveave doesn't realize that I'm sitting literally two feet behind him. He's standing there with their computer, and he turns to this little guy next to him, and he says, "Did you hear? Kiri Aku got called down to the Lieutenant's Office today?"

That guy's a fucking rat. He went down there to rat us out. Well, if you call somebody a rat, and they're not, blood's going to be spilled. I did not react in any way.

Truck said, "Did you hear that? That fucking guy just called you a rat?" But I saw my own opportunity. I leaned over to truck. An hour ago, I heard him call you a pedophile. Truck looked at me. He didn't say a single word.

He got up, walked over to Reveave, and beat him to unconsciousness. Now, as I've mentioned, whenever there's a fight, everybody scatters like cockroaches when you turn the lights on. I sat there, and I watched the Steelers getting.

Next thing you know, the red light comes on, the alarm. Right? 'Cause there's a fight. Well, a fight, again, in air quotes. Reveaves on the ground unconscious. Truck is covered in blood, and I'm watching the game.

Everybody else bolted. As soon as I heard the alarm, I got up and walked back to myself. Then I hear, "Kiri Aku, Lieutenant's Office immediately!"

What's up? You tell us what's up? The Steelers are up 177. Oh, you're going to be smart guy now. I don't know what the fuck you guys were talking about. Tell us about the fight.

I said, "There was a fight? What fight?" Oh, very funny. Very funny. We saw you from four different cameras sitting there watching TV while one guy was beating the hell out of another guy.

“Well, it sounds to me like you need to talk to those guys,”

'cause I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Oh, this is the game you want to play. I'm not playing in a game. I'm just saying, you know what? Maybe it was you that was fighting, huh?

Do you ever think of that? Maybe you created the fight to try to blame me for something. Maybe you're the one. Remember, admit nothing, deny everything, make counter accusations.

And finally, the lieutenant says, "Get the fuck out of my office!"

Exactly. And I got up and walked out. Truck was Centessolitary. He was formally charged with assault.

“They added five years onto his 40-year sentence.”

And, "Reveave!" They had to land a helicopter in the yard to lifelate him to Pittsburgh. Skull for action. The whole nine yards. Six weeks later, he's released from the hospital

and returned to the prison. Word quickly got around what I had done. And so he came up to me with his head bow down really low. And he says, "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for calling you a rat.

I should never have done that.

I don't know what came over me." And I said, "Look at me, Larry. Look at me." And he looks at me. I said, "As God is my witness,

if I ever hear my name cross your lips, ever again, your dead."

“And they won't have any idea what happened to you.”

Steering into the abyss can have its issues. It's only with retrospect that I can see just how dark I went at Loretto. Spoiler alert, I was still quite a ways from hitting peak darkness. And from there, it was going to be much harder to keep these prison adaptations under any sort of control. In the next episode, the pen is mightier than the sword.

Mightier than a bunch of corrupt prison officials anyway.

As always, thank you for listening and thank you even more for sharing your enjoyment of the podcast

via the likes, ratings, reviews, and comments. It would be the abyss for us without you, seriously. Until next time, I'm John Kiryaku. Dead Drop is written by John Kiryaku and Alan Katz. The cost-art and touchstone productions produces the podcast

and John Kiryaku, Alan Katz, and Nick McCannick are its executive producers. This podcast is a cost-art and touchstone production.