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The Cut Case File 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 Present By Mark Anthony Given. 4/27/2013 7:26:07 AM Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved



-Banksy graffiti
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  Information is the currency of democracy.— Thomas Jefferson
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          MY FIRST WEEK ON THE JOB I encountered the Cut Case File. I was the Head Law Clerk at the Federal Correctional Facility at Seagoville, Texas doing a five year sentence for bank fraud. I was back on a Parole Violation for a Dirty UA for smoking Pot.  While out on Parole for nearly two years I had obtained a Legal Administrative Assistant, AAS, or Associate of Applied Science or, Paralegal Degree.  Right off the bus I went to the Director of Education in the Education Building and showed him a copy of Diploma.  As Luck and Fortune dictated, the former Head Law Clerk (there’s usually more than one clerk), had just went to the Hole for turning the Inmate Law Library into his Private Law Office Dewey Beatem & Bad, and charging an Arm and a Leg for routine motions.  Motions that never worked


          THE BRAND NEW PRISON VAN was tan inside and White outside with US Government plates and purred thru traffic heading just south of Dallas- Ft. Worth, to the Federal Correctional Facility at Seagoville, Texas. You could see it from the Interstate as we passed it, too the next exit and doubled back. The Inmate Receiving and Delivery was right by the parking lot. Through double fences the Receiving part lasted less than fifteen minutes because I was for the first time, all by myself, back in federal custody for smoking pot.  Not many people got to even see this place its Security Level was so Low.It took me twelve years to do a ten year sentence and half a dozen federal prisons an Seagoville was the crown jewel and slap full of rats. 

       Dull White government looking buildings in a huge circle of perfectly manicured grass with an intersection dead center of the Compound. If you turned around in the Center you would see the three stories Administration Building and the other end probably 1,000 feet was the Education building. Looked like an old military college or WWII hospital or even a Japanese Internment Camp, which it was all of these at one time or another. Even. a women’s federal prison for many years. The place just reeked of government mystery and it was the first time I had ever seen an Inmate in the BOP with a Black Hood on his head to protect his identity.  He wore it even in the Hole where he was held for a few days.  Actually there were about four of them. I saw them walking across the Compound from my Office window between the education building and the Chow Hall.  I lived in the last building, my Lucky Number 7, on the other side of the Education Building.  Hands down, the sweetest joint I ever been in....and USP El Reno, Oklahoma the worst.  
       INMATE REQUEST FORM with a description of what they wanted, or names of particular books. If the request made it to me it meant it had been approved by three or four Department Heads and when I got around to it, I’d take it over there or send one of my trusty minions or wannabe legal eagles over there in due course. Because this is the government everything moves at half the speed of Molasses.  

(PS I know this story is out of whack; I have shifted the paragraphs around until it is now disjointed.   
I'll get around to fixing it . Sorry.)

To be continued.
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Words 515 8/7/2013 9:51:48 AM
Copyright 2014 by Mark Anthony Given
All Rights Reserved 28 USC 1746, Invoking 90 Stat. 2541
and Article 2(4) of the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works
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