Today is Monday, October 5th, 2026. Last night's dinner was rice and beans, green beans, bread, and cake. Have you ever been on a plane? Well, if not, become a federal inmate and they will put you on a plane. Con Air, and yes, this is a real thing. It's one of the worst experiences I've had so far. It all happened while I was being housed at a Rhode Island facility named Wyatt Detention Facility. At 4 a.m. they woke me up randomly and told me I was being moved to another jail. I knew this day would come because my charges was from another state. I was originally arrested in Massachusetts and was driven to Rhode Island to wait. Now the time had come for the next part of my journey. No one tells you when you will be moved, or where you're going. It is so people won't plan out a great escape. Anyways, I thought I would be moving through the country by land. I had heard that the Feds had a plane, but I never thought I would be on it. Initially they put me in a van with 8 other men. We had to drive like 3 and a half hours to get there. The airport was somewhere upstate New York. They drove the van right on the tarmac. When we was pulling in we saw a bunch of other vans and a couple buses. We lined up to the right of a van like ours and waited. All the vehicles was lined up side to side, all facing the giant 747 plane we were about to board. We sat in the van for about another 45 mins. I forgot to mention that before we left Wyatt they put shackles around our ankles and wrapped a chain around our waist that was connected to the handcuffs that was on our wrists. Our hands was to the front, so if you had an itch on your side or back you were
s**t out of luck. But back to the story. After 45 mins of waiting, 3 marshals came to our van and opened the door. They called us out the van one at a time by our name from a paper one of them was holding. When they called you, you was supposed to get out the van and face them. One of them shook the cuff and chain combo to make sure it was secure. Next you were supposed to shuffle over to another marshal that was waiting by the plane. It was a line of them. As I shuffled over, because there is no walking when shackled, I noticed the 4 marshals surrounding the plane, each was holding an AR-15. If you don't know what that is, it's a big a** gun. Finally I made it to the person I was supposed to. He made me turn around and patted me down, checked my cuffs again and the inside of my mouth, then told me to board the plane. I shuffled to the stairs to get on the plane. I honestly didn't know what to expect. I'm only used to flying Delta or American Airlines. I didn't ever fly Spirit before they shut down. As I entered the plane I was greeted by another marshal. This guy looked like he just came back from deployment from Iran or some s**t. He told me to walk to another marshal that was waiting in the aisle next to an empty seat. There was 3 seats in a row and of course I would get the aisle one. My seat was about in the middle of the plane. They filled up the plane van by van until it was full. Men in the back, women in the front. Marshals was positioned throughout the plane. Once the plane was full the takeoff was quick. It wasn't like the regular airport where you have a line of planes and have to wait your turn. When we reached our cruising altitude they asked seat by seat if you needed to use the bathroom. Of course the guy next to me did. I was happy as hell, because as soon as he got up I moved over to the middle to look out the window. I noticed the guy in the window seat had a black box over his cuffs. A black box is used to cover the keyholes of the cuffs and make the cuffs more restrictive. So of course I had to ask why he was black boxed. He told me he was being transferred from a U.S.P., United States Penitentiary, and heading to another one, because he got kicked out of the one he was in because he stabbed some guy and got stabbed. He tried to show me the marks on his arm. I asked him was that a normal thing in U.S.P.'s or did something happen. He said no, the prisons are pretty laid back, and that he got into it with members of his gang because he wanted to fall back because he was about to be released in a couple months. I wanted to ask what gang that is, but I changed my mind. I asked him some more questions about federal prison in general because I didn't know what to expect. He explained that the Feds had a point system that determined where you're housed, whether you go to a USP or elsewhere. He explained how good time was rewarded and how you could lose it. We had a good conversation. The flight was 3 hours. We landed in Oklahoma, and the plane pulls right up to the jail. However, I didn't go inside of the transfer center. When the plane came to a stop and the door opened, a new marshal came on board. He said if he said our name, we were to stand and exit the plane and board a bus to another jail inside of Oklahoma called Grady County. I heard my name and followed the instructions I was given. We arrived at Grady in about 30 mins. I was starving because the only food I had was 2 turkey sandwiches in the first van. They gave us all one pack of 6 peanut butter crackers on the plane. Once inside of Grady they finally removed all my hardware. My wrists and ankles was sore as f**k. It was around 6 p.m. My plane adventure was done, but now I was going to learn why this place was known as Shady Grady. But that story is for another time. I'm about to take a nap. You know the s**t: Move Smart and Stay Free. I'll get with you tomorrow.
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