The presumptive next U.S. Senator from New Jersey, Cory Booker, tells wild stories about his drug dealer pal T-Bone.
"He looked at me with this vicious ferocity that he looked at me with when he first threatened my life, and he bit down hard on his lip and he burst into tears and he started crying and sobbing into my dashboard. That rift between me and T-Bone was inches, we sat there, but I felt so alienated that there was a gulf as wide as the Grand Canyon between us, and I could not reach out to save this young man, and we drove back to Brick Towers, and I’ve never seen him again since that day.”
We now come to find out that Booker hasn't seen T-Bone because ... he probably doesn't exist. T-Bone, the drug pusher who gave Booker street cred as a Newark mayor of the people, is suspected to be a figment of Booker's imagination.
There are a lot of weird political stories out there. This has to be one of the strangest. Right, T-Bone?