witness in the Deandre Foster case and now he was gone.
The Westchester County D.A knew they could no longer charge Mox with murder, so he pled out to a firearm possession and was promised 6 years at sentencing, which would be in April.
Mox felt the pressure of being caged as his sentencing day grew closer. He definitely wasn’t looking forward to being locked away and he had even thought about running.
Priscilla’s hands were shaking as she held the steering wheel and pulled into the county courthouse parking lot. She wanted to stop the car and wail like a two year old baby, but she had to be strong for Mox. She had to prove to him that she could keep the foundation secure and step up as his woman. It was already embedded in her mind that she would continue to stand by his side during the entire sentence; whether it was six days or six years.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” She asked, taking the key out of the ignition.
Mox sat up in his seat and put his hand on Priscilla’s thigh. “You,” he answered.
“What about me?” She placed her hand on top of his.
Mox leaned over and kissed her delicate lips. “I love you,” he whispered.
A single droplet fell from the well of her eye and Mox wiped it. He touched her forehead with his lips and told her, “I’ll be right back. I gotta take a piss.”
“Mox… in the parking lot? What if the police see you?”
“What they gon’ do, take me to jail??”
Priscilla couldn’t do anything but smile; Mox’s sense of humor was one of the main reasons she loved him so much.
She sat in the car and waited for him to come back.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Priscilla sat in the car for seven hours staring at the corner, hoping Mox would step out of the shadows at any given moment, but he never did. That day would be the last time she saw Mox Daniels for a long time.
He managed to evade the law for a whole year without incident. They finally caught up to him in Randolph County West Virginia, living in a trailer, tucked off deep in the woods. He was extradited to New York and sentenced in Westchester County court to six years; all to be served in a state correctional facility.
Upstate Correctional Facility – Franklin, NY (THE SHU)
After serving 3½ years in Clinton Correctional Facility, Mox was moved to Upstate Box because of a tier three disciplinary ticket he received for contraband. His cell had been the target of a shakedown and the C.O.s found a homemade shank taped to the bottom of his toilet. Usually, he would have been charged with a third degree felony, but the hearing- judge was lenient and all he did was take away Mox’s good time and give him a year and a half in the box.
The day Mox was transferred from the county jail to the state prison, was one he would remember for the rest of his life. He knew from the time he stepped foot off the bus that he was in a different world.
State and county were two variant monsters that could never be compared. Mox knew that in order for him to survive, he would have to play his hand in a different fashion. The rules weren’t the same and the players weren’t either, so he was compelled to modify his strategy and adjust his game plan.
2010…
The SHU (Special Housing Unit) Aka “The Box” is where the state housed it’s most vile inmates. Inmates were sentenced to time in the box, because of a fight or possessing some sort of contraband.
Mox had been in “The Box” for over 500 days, confined to a 9 ½ by 12 ft. double-bunk cell for 23 hours a day. The beds were two steel ledges bolted into the wall and behind them, a steel door which leads to the recreational yard that was about the same size as the cell. It also had a small writing table, some storage space and a shower on the left side. Everything was controlled by the staff from the outside.
During his whole time in
The Westchester County D.A knew they could no longer charge Mox with murder, so he pled out to a firearm possession and was promised 6 years at sentencing, which would be in April.
Mox felt the pressure of being caged as his sentencing day grew closer. He definitely wasn’t looking forward to being locked away and he had even thought about running.
Priscilla’s hands were shaking as she held the steering wheel and pulled into the county courthouse parking lot. She wanted to stop the car and wail like a two year old baby, but she had to be strong for Mox. She had to prove to him that she could keep the foundation secure and step up as his woman. It was already embedded in her mind that she would continue to stand by his side during the entire sentence; whether it was six days or six years.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” She asked, taking the key out of the ignition.
Mox sat up in his seat and put his hand on Priscilla’s thigh. “You,” he answered.
“What about me?” She placed her hand on top of his.
Mox leaned over and kissed her delicate lips. “I love you,” he whispered.
A single droplet fell from the well of her eye and Mox wiped it. He touched her forehead with his lips and told her, “I’ll be right back. I gotta take a piss.”
“Mox… in the parking lot? What if the police see you?”
“What they gon’ do, take me to jail??”
Priscilla couldn’t do anything but smile; Mox’s sense of humor was one of the main reasons she loved him so much.
She sat in the car and waited for him to come back.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Priscilla sat in the car for seven hours staring at the corner, hoping Mox would step out of the shadows at any given moment, but he never did. That day would be the last time she saw Mox Daniels for a long time.
He managed to evade the law for a whole year without incident. They finally caught up to him in Randolph County West Virginia, living in a trailer, tucked off deep in the woods. He was extradited to New York and sentenced in Westchester County court to six years; all to be served in a state correctional facility.
Upstate Correctional Facility – Franklin, NY (THE SHU)
After serving 3½ years in Clinton Correctional Facility, Mox was moved to Upstate Box because of a tier three disciplinary ticket he received for contraband. His cell had been the target of a shakedown and the C.O.s found a homemade shank taped to the bottom of his toilet. Usually, he would have been charged with a third degree felony, but the hearing- judge was lenient and all he did was take away Mox’s good time and give him a year and a half in the box.
The day Mox was transferred from the county jail to the state prison, was one he would remember for the rest of his life. He knew from the time he stepped foot off the bus that he was in a different world.
State and county were two variant monsters that could never be compared. Mox knew that in order for him to survive, he would have to play his hand in a different fashion. The rules weren’t the same and the players weren’t either, so he was compelled to modify his strategy and adjust his game plan.
2010…
The SHU (Special Housing Unit) Aka “The Box” is where the state housed it’s most vile inmates. Inmates were sentenced to time in the box, because of a fight or possessing some sort of contraband.
Mox had been in “The Box” for over 500 days, confined to a 9 ½ by 12 ft. double-bunk cell for 23 hours a day. The beds were two steel ledges bolted into the wall and behind them, a steel door which leads to the recreational yard that was about the same size as the cell. It also had a small writing table, some storage space and a shower on the left side. Everything was controlled by the staff from the outside.
During his whole time in
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