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I Walked The Track In Federal Prison by Mark Anthony Given

The worst crime is faking it.-Kurt Cobain
           I WALKED THE TRACK for ten months in one hundred degrees heat at the Federal Correctional Facility, at Texarkana, Texas with a 19-year-old All American looking kid from California, who had a bank fraud conviction like me, and I was dying to know what he did and how he did it.  Because by my own experience I knew that the government knew exactly what I did when I spanked their ass seemingly at Will, for a couple million dollars, but they didn’t know how I did it, which turned out to be the fly in the ointment when it came time to negotiate a Plea Agreement. That and the fact I didn't have any co-defendants to get on the "Bus" before I did: First one on the "Bus" gets the best seat the US Attorneys were fond of saying...

       THE GIRL who showed me The Dope Feign Shuffle or known in Banking as a Split Deposit,  in New Orleans, was already doing state time for her own offenses. I negotiated a Rule 20 in federal court to combine my state offenses from Big Sur, California to Manhattan, NY into one federal jurisdiction. I had tremendous leverage because although they knew exactly what I did, they did not know how I did it; where did I get the accounts? Did I have people in the banks feeding me information? I was either part of an interstate crime ring, or I was a one-man crime wave.... and most importantly like I said, I didn’t have any codefendants to rat me out...

       I COULD NEVER FIGURE OUT why this kid was so reluctant to tell me what he did when most people want to blab about it (my self-included). I remember riding around in my brand new luxury rental car with paper license plates laying down in the rear window, pulling out of yet Another Hot Grand, Bank Drive Thru with another 10K for the day, wanting to scream it out the windows it was so easy....easy but ballsy....

       I HAD THIS KID cornered in my Principles and Practices of Real Estate college course at night, and another few hours on the track in the evening and weekends, and after how many pleas he finally told me a scam easier than mine! He told me he got busted at the Cashier Window at Circus-Circus in Las Vegas by the FBI kiting checks, usually the lamest crime on the books. I mean who can't open a couple a hundred dollar checking accounts and write ten thousand dollars in checks against it? You're going to get busted. On the Felony Scale, it’s down there with snatching the Tag off your Mattress and sniffing bicycle seats at an Elementary School; you get no respect.  

              No, this kid did something a little slicker. He told me he filled out his own phony IRS W2 Forms, appointing himself President and CEO of some existing small business, and pay himself 300k a year in bonuses and salaries, made all the proper deductions and calculations and then walked into a federally insured bank and obtained loans based upon this false information. He said they would give him a book of blank checks and a 25k line of credit, where he would head straight to the Cashiers’ Window at Circus-Circus, where the FBI just waited for him once the seen his pattern. He only had five years like me (I had five years and five years probation, which I violated after a year and a half and started a fresh five). Wound up doing twelve-years on a ten-year federal sentence according to the Bureau of Prisons Fuzzy Math.  The FBI asked him where he came up with that scheme he said he saw it on the "Rockford Files."

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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