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30 Page Rap Sheet Provenance by Mark Anthony Given

30 Page Rap Sheet Provenance, 1 page of Alias; 26 arrests from New York to California and every place in between.  I'm not real proud of all this, but I am not ashamed of it either....
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
           AT SIXTEEN YEARS OLD I was charged with Aiding and Abetting Against the United States to overthrow the government.  I was just getting warmed up. 

     30 Page Rap Sheet Provenance,  1 page of Alias; 26 arrests from New York to California and every place in between.           Real Life Heist 26 stories blaze's a trail in American literature much like the life it documents.  No violence, no sex crimes and no serious drug offenses but 100% Real Life Heist.
          Where Elmore Leonard meets James McElroy and not since the "Thomas Crown Affair" or the 1970's "Heist,"  Real Life Heist author Mark Anthony Given's gritty topics from juvenile hall's "Circle Jerk City," to "Dope Sick Angel," or The Real Drug Store Cowboy, resonate with every day Americans and the rebellious spirit of America and provide a fascinating insight into a truly original American Life. It's going to be hard to top this.
Hot Check and a Prayer Being Chased by the Cops Split Deposit Dope Sick Angel United States v Mark Anthony Given The Dope Feign Shuffle The Real Drug Store Cowboy Parchman's Farm Pussy Whip Cake The Real Con Air The Cut Case File The Mechanic One Rat at a Time The Fingerprint Thief Bump'n the Curbs The Stand Up CountTHE THROW DOWN My Attorney is a StreetwalkerClocking the Block 00.07.57I Almost Got Murdered By A Homicidal Maniac Cop on the Compound
Circle Jerk City all by Mark Anthony Given

Copyright 2014 by Mark Anthony Given

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