This very first ever eBook created on Facebook, Twitter and Blogspot simultaneously!, “Real Men, Real Case's, Real Life Heist’s The Dope Feign Shuffle,” the entirely true story Cover to cover, Beginning to end, Word for word, Page to page, Edit to edit, right down to the very last One Wrong Word: Began April 27, 2013 to Present By Mark Anthony Given. 4/27/2013 7:26:07 AM Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved
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A Pretty Face and A Smile By Mark Anthony Given
This very first ever eBook created
on Facebook, Twitter and Blogspot simultaneously!, “Real Men, Real Case's, Real
Life Heist’s The Dope Feign Shuffle,” the entirely true story Cover to cover,
Beginning to end, Word for word, Page to page, Edit to edit, right down to the
very last One Wrong Word: Began April 27, 2013 to PresentBy Mark Anthony Given. 4/27/2013 7:26:07 AM Copyright2013 All Rights Reserved
Poverty is the mother of all crime. -Marcus Aurelius
YOU DON’T ROB seventy five banks with a song and dance routine with nothing but a pretty face and smile, without having some close calls....
They added this to the pile of other banks I waltzed out of. This only happened four or five times. I didn't get the money but The New Orleans Cops didn’t get me either. On the List of “Worst Places to Be in the World,” The Orleans Parish Prison is consistently high on the List.
INT. BANK LOBBY. DAY. AM
Mark is seen at the teller window with a stern middle aged, grey haired women.
Isn’t there something you can check?
Alright hold on.
The teller is seen looking at the computer and then goes into a back room and comes right back out without making eye contact. She returns to Mark and is seen counting out the money and then walks over to the computer on the back counter and begins fanning the keyboard with the money.
Is there something wrong?
No. The computer is hot; it will be just a minute.
Mark is seen looking around concerned.
Yeah, just deposit that, I got to go.
It’ll be just a second?
EXT. BANK .DAY.
Mark is seen leaving the bank quickly but not urgent. We follow Mark thru the parking lot, into the next business parking lot, cuts thru parking lot into the next street over we begin to hear police sirens in the background as Mark disappears around the corner before seen removing clothing items.
EXT. MID-CITY-NEW ORLEANS.DAY
From a distance we see a young man without shirt, black shorts and black running shoes and head phones. Looking like many in the upscale neighborhood. As the jogger appears we see it is Mark with sunglasses, smiling he runs right past us. Hot and sweaty we notice for the first time how seriously rock hard he, we feel him go by but noticeably absent of draft. Light sweat, breathing thru his nose we follow him a half a block where he quickly stops and without looking around we see him bend down and pick up a set of keys next to the tree in the plants. The tree lined street is lined with upscale cars as we approach we can’t see thru the tinted windows, we hear the car purr to life and quietly disappear into traffic.
(Excerpted From an original screenplay Split Deposit)
We may not pay Satan reverence, for that would be indiscreet, but we can at least respect his talents. -Mark Twain _________________________________________________________ MID-THIRTIES I found myself alone at a lonely interstate rest area in Florida in the middle of the night, having driven from New Orleans for the last several days, I went from rest area to rest area withdrawing from Methadone, starving but couldn't eat. Dying of thirst, but couldn't drink. Throwing up, diarrhea, high temperature and worst of all, I couldn't sleep. Beg for sleep for three or four hours and sleep for ten minutes and start all over again. I was at probably the lowest point of my life. And I still had an appointment with the devil. And he's going to be here in a minute..... THE DEVIL IS REAL. I met him. Twice. I know your not going to believe this but I don't care. I ain't got reason to lie too you. I …
This very first ever eBook created on Facebook, Twitter and
Blogspot simultaneously!, “Real Men, Real Case's, Real Life Heist’s The Dope
Feign Shuffle,” the entirely true story Cover to cover, Beginning to end, Word
for word, Page to page, Edit to edit, right down to the very last One Wrong
Word: Began April 27, 2013 to Present By Mark Anthony Given. 4/27/2013
7:26:07 AM Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved
________________________________ My father carries around the picture of the kid who came with his wallet. -Rodney Dangerfield ______________________
I BUSTED OUT OF every
juvenile home they placed me in when I was a kid. Industry, The New York State School for Boys,
fifteen miles south of Rochester, New York where my parents were, was the
largest juvenile reformatory in the Empire State. I thought of this escape
hundreds of times throughout the years as the seminal moment I became bad. Not
real bad mind you, but bad none the less. Still thinking I was Matt Helm or
James Bond, I plo…
_______________________________________________________ TO HAVE ONCE been a criminal is no disgrace. To remain a criminal is the disgrace. ―Malcolm X #malcomx
______________________________________________________ I JUST ROBBED the Hancock Bank & Trust in downtown Gulfport, Mississippi with my trusty twenty-cent Bic and blank checks I found on doorsteps out of Another Hot Grand (link below) and was driving down beautiful Highway 90 in West Biloxi Beach with patches of condos and now casinos and plenty of places to pull over and enjoy the sea breeze and smell of seafood. They had almost completed the I-110 interchange linking Interstate 10 with the Gulf of Mexico. Right where the cars are discharged onto Highway 90, is the original/first high rise ten or twelve story upscale apartment building. The owner lived on the top and I was told he won the building in a poker game. It was said to have been built to withstand any hurricane and you can see it still standing after Katri…