I wish I'd bought one of his less successful copies. I'd have mailed it to him in prison for him to sign, pretending to be a clueless youngster "saved from the gang lifestyle through his wisdom in prose". Then, after his inevitable demise, I'd flog it on ebay and make a tidy bit of cash from the bleeding heart idiots who supported that monster. Such idiots do not deserve to keep their money.
If only I'd thought of this plan about a year ago.
Note to self: Find out if Mumia What's His Face has written any books.
Betcha some enterprising publisher puts out a boxed "deluxe" set of Tookie books and makes a fortune selling to the moonbats.