Rare Interview - Pennsylvania Department of Corrections and Mr. Twenty Twenty

Here's why Mr. Twenty Twenty believes in the Science of MiraclesRead at your own risk.....My pants were full of poop... And I couldn't move my arms.... And my hands were numb.... Blood was trickling down my throat and that's when I decided....."I won!"That's when I imagined - being free! Hiking in the woods, making babies, swimming naked in that lovely waterfall....."I won...."Meanwhile....My body died....And I was revised....And I still, couldn't move my arms....And blood was now caked in my mouth.....And I took a moment to imagine....What implied I still had all my teeth.....(I like my teeth....)Now....About six more hours went by....Where I was moved by my captors from one cell block to another - for my protection from the other inmates.....And it was getting close to morning, and I knew.... This is when, hostages DIE.And here I was, a prison guard taken hostage in one of the worst prison riots in United States history. Knowing that if I lived for 60 more minutes, I'd be fine....."I won...."That's when I imagined AGAIN - being free! Hiking in the woods, making babies, swimming naked in that lovely waterfall.....When the Pennsylvania State Police and the Hostage Rescue Team attacked the cell block I was being held in, all the inmates ran to the back of the block.....I was in a cell near the front doors, I made a good shield....They left me behind in the panic.... "for some reason".I wiggled my head out of the pillow case it was trapped inside for hours.... and saw the main doors to the cell block being closed.....FUCK.....I'm gonna get locked in here with these fucking animals, if I don't RUN NOW!I found my body slamming against the cell block doors, they burst open, and there they were.....The GOOD guys.....And one of them shoved a 12 gauge shotgun into my belly....."I won...."Any millisecond now.... I'm either walking out with a little help from my friends.....Or I am gonna be a blood splatter on the cell block doors..... GAME OVER...Better luck next time.... That's when I imagined AGAIN - being free! Hiking in the woods, making babies, swimming naked in that lovely waterfall....And that's when a buddy of mine identified me as a GOOD GUY.....And I jogged out of the prison.... And into freedom.....So don't tell me this doesn't work.I don't want to hear your excuses.I want you to be free.And you don't need to go to the depths of hell like I did.....to BUY THE PEARL - to USE THE TOOLS.You can in this moment - FIND FREEDOM.But don't tell ME that it's gonna be difficult....Because I'm just gonna sit here, and smile.....