Keep on Rich Rollin #22

“He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man.” – Hunter S. Thompson

It has been a hell of a week.

On Thursday morning of last week I was woken up at 3am and transferred to a prison in Arizona, about an hour outside of Phoenix. In the dark of the morning I had a chain wrapped around my stomach and my hands were cuffed to an attached chain tight against my tummy. Then they put on ankle shackles with only about 12 inches of chain so you cannot walk normally but must shuffle your feet. Then I was put on a bus and driven 16 hours straight with no water and no bathroom to a prison in a different state.

After arriving at 9pm to this new prison, Red Rock Correctional Center, I was tossed into a cell along with the other 30 fellas for intake processing till about 2am. During this time they give our IDs to us and ask us an array of questions with the first being, if you die, who should they contact. Not really what you would call an exciting day. Then when we finished at 2am we are led to cell’s on “orientation row” or what is commonly referred to as “fish row” which is an area where every inmate goes for 2 weeks before getting housed in general population. They put 2 men in each cell 24 hours a day for 2 weeks. As I write this, I am day 4 and I can tell you it feels like time is standing still. No books, no mail, no phones, nothing but an 8x10 cell with a toilet and a sink and two bunks. My one consolation is that I was lucky enough to have one of my homies come on the bus with me so we were able to cell up (his name is “Realize” and he says hello!). That has helped. Then a few hours ago a guard walked around and gave us each 2 pre-paid envelopes and a pencil and a few blank sheets of paper. Apprently it is all we got until we get off of orientation row. But it is just temporary, because as we were getting our IDs the guard processing us told us that his information was that our busload was only going to be in Arizona for a month of two and then we would be getting transferred to either Mississippi or to a new facility in Michigan for the remainder of our time. So now I am in a sort of prison purgatory not really able to understand where I’m going next. All I know is that I have a release date. It may not be tomorrow it may not be next month even, but it is there. And it will be here before I know it and I can get back to living my life and chasing my dreams. I feel like this time right now stuck in a cell is just a way for the system to psychologically break a fella down so ya gotta not let them break you down, you got to be strong and have patience.

One more day.

It has been a hell of a week.

One more day.

I has been a hell of a week.

One more day.

Other than the move and the new location, I’m doing well, feeling good and keeping a positive outlook. I’ve been working a lot on lyrics and new song ideas and just staying focused on being productive when they finally pop that gate. I love hearing from y’all with the letters and I hope you keep them coming, they mean the world to me. My new address is:

Daniel Dart Richert #AL2076

Red Rock Correctional Center

1752 East Arica   Road

Eloy, Arizona85131

I hope to hear from y’all and until then, keep ur thumbs up! And KEEP ON RICH ROLLIN’!

Humbly yours,

Daniel Dart

Song for this diary:
Artist: Creedence Clearwater Revival

Song: Fortunate Son