Keep on Rich Rollin #18

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of control and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” – Dr. Martin Luther King JR

I live my life inside prison. It is odd to really just run it through my mind. It is even more odd because it ain’t even that bad. 

Today is a Friday and it is about 11pm as I write this chronicle of my life, this reminder of my life. I got my radio turned up loud and I’m in an exceedingly good mood. I haven’t written in a while, for no real reason other than the days here just blend into each other, so at times months feel like days… although the same kand be said in reverse. There is a patience that a person develops in prison that is completely unique to this environment. How one can truly become content living inside an 8x10 cell for days, weeks, months.

You learn to rely heavily on a routine that you follow to the exact minute, day after day and for some, year after year. You plan time out for things people might normally think mad. For instance one may wax their cell floor everyday from 10-11am, then at 11-12 do pushups, then take 25 minutes for lunch and clean, then 1 hour and 10 minutes to practice sketching, then an hour for sit ups and jumping jacks. 

By creating a busy schedule (what we refer to as “program”) you can make time tick by faster than you’d imagine.

These past few weeks have been going by even faster for me for another reason. One of my closest friends “L-Macc” is going home in a few weeks and although I’m happy to see him be released, it is also a bit sad to lose a friend. It is difficult to try and explain the type of bond that is formed in a place where being friends with someone means that you’re also taking on a certain amount of responsibility for that individual. When you may be called to defend that person at a moments notice and vice-versa. It is similar to what I imagine soldiers share in war. Only this is a different kind of battle. A place where every action is based on respect and there is an invisible line you must always pay attention to and a tight rope one must walk. So the few friends that a person does have become very valued, or at least that is the case for me. So for that reason I’m going to miss having a friend around that I was able to relax a little bit with. I’m gonna miss the motha’ fucka’! Dirt Gang! Dirt Gang! Dirt Gant! Haha 

So I will just keep on doing what I’m doing and laughing this whole scenario off. This whole justice, prison and legal system is such a joke that it all just seems absurd. A few days ago one of the guards even made a comment about what C.D.C.R. means (the true meaning is California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation) since it is written on our clothes – pants, jackets, shirts. He says what it really should stand for is California Department of Corruption and Retaliation.

I sometimes just laugh because I can’t believe that people really take our legal system seriously. I mean really? Come on people. You really can’t buy into this can you? 

Shit. To be completely honest, I don’t really give a fuck if ya do or not. It is your choice to make.

If you’re reading this and you’re wondering what I’m up to right then, I can’t tell ya! Haha! But if you’re wondering what I’m doing at around 2pm on any given day you can be pretty confident that I’m walking laps on the yard with my homies, laughing, talking shit and drinking coffee… talking about when it will be our time to go home. But until that day, I’m gonna just KEEP ON RICH ROLLIN’!

-         D. Dart 

A quote to think about: “In the Soviet Army it takes more courage to retreat than to advance.” – Joseph Stalin

A song for this entry: It has nothing to do with this entry but I just think it is a beautiful song, and sometimes that has everything to do with everything.

Artist: Chrisette Michelle
Song: Best Of Me