Daily Mail: When Angela Carnegie made the disastrous decision to smuggle heroin from Thailand, she had no idea how much worse her life could get. After being caught at Bangkok airport, she was sentenced to life in a Thai prison in 1993 – where she was forced to eat rotting food teeming with maggots, sleep next to prisoners with leprosy and survive without running water.
Carnegie, from Chicago, was in her twenties and had just broken up with a serious boyfriend. Feeling vulnerable, she decided to take up a friend’s offer for some quick cash by bringing a suitcase lined with drugs back to the U.S. Thai officials spotted her immediately at the airport and she was arrested. She sentenced to life at the infamous ‘Bangkok Hilton’ prison.
She said that after she was sentenced, she contemplated suicide. The prison is called the ‘Big Tiger’ by Thais because ‘it eats those on the inside’. During her decade at the prison, she would often sleep next to prisoners with tuberculosis, leprosy, pink eye and various other rashes and infections.
But her story does have a happy ending. After she was extradited to the United States on December 6, 2002, she gave that same boyfriend a call. He was the one person who told her not to go to Thailand. An eight-hour phone call lead to a nine-year marriage.
Obvious question, and I know you’re all thinking it, so I’m going to say/write it: 10 f8cking years in a Thai torture prison, and not one pound shed? Either the “Eat Less” diet is bullshit (it’s not) or I’m not getting the whole story here. Don’t get me wrong, this prison would eat me up and shit me out the other end, but it does make me raise an eyebrow. And what about that dude who dumped her, told her not to go smuggle drugs, then marries her 10 years later, knowing full well that she might have leprosy and “various other rashes and infections?” “Various. Other. Rashes.” No thanks. But National Geographic did a story about her, so I guess it has to be true.
Would I leave the US to smuggle drugs out of the Far East? Hell no, I saw Midnight Express. Would I marry this lady a decade after she skipped town? I doubt it – I haven’t forgotten about the VORs. But would show her my Big Tiger while she was still in the can? Despite my misgivings about the details of this story, of course I ”would.” Can you imagine the conjugal visits at this joint? Insanity. Plus a great story to tell. I’d have either walked out of there triumphant, or humiliated that a) I couldn’t please 50 willing women at once and b) my dick fell off from leprosy.


She looks so jaded. I mean it is not like you were wrongly acused or something put a damn smile on your face you are free. And who is taking a case for some sea cow anyway? No way if I am in customs do I let her back in the country.
Beat it.
Right, that’s an angry look. She was caught red handed with smack in her suitcase, guess what? Another examle of “the US is not so bad after all, is it?”
(She would’ve gotten six months community service here.)
Suitcase? Wow I am such a fatish! I had assumed folds or pizza pie or unknown nearther(sp)regions.
I can’t confirm that she didn’t transport some drugs into prison using that method…