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The One Man Crime Wave by Mark Anthony Given

TO HAVE ONCE been a criminal is no disgrace. To remain a criminal is the disgrace. ―Malcolm X 
I JUST ROBBED the Hancock Bank & Trust in downtown Gulfport, Mississippi with my trusty twenty-cent Bic Pen 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 stories 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 Katrina.On the other side of the interchange is now the Bellagio …

My Famous Felons by Mark

________________________________ Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god. -Aristotle ________________________________             OFF THE TOP of my head, these are the famous, semi-famous and notorious inmates I met doing twelve years on a ten year federal sentence for bank fraud from 1986-1998.  When you violate your parole for smoking pot (twice) they take away your street time and that's how it takes twelve years to do a ten year sentence.  Hands down the most famous I wrote about recently in "The Three Don's," (link below) is Don Carlos Marcello the Mafia Boss of New Orleans and the entire Gulf Coast.  I kept him laughing his ass off and he kept me around.....            Texas Supreme Court Justice Don Scarborough who was a complete fish out of water with us real criminals.  This man's crime was more about serendipitous stupidity than mens rea (…

In The Hole in Lewisburg USP by Mark Anthony Given


When the door swings, you swing.....  ___________________________________  
DRIVING onto the property of the United States Federal Penitentiary at Lewisburg, Pennsylvania, in the middle of the afternoon on a crisp fall day the manicured landscape was reminiscent of approaching a prestigious Ivy League College until you got up close.  At the very top but set back from the front facade was an old black Iron Christian Cross providing a foreboding atmosphere.  I found out later it had been a monastery long ago.  Two young go-getter FBI agents had transported me from a county jail in upstate New York after a routine traffic stop resulted in my arrest for five counts of bank fraud out of the Southern District of Alabama.  No words were spoken for several hours as we headed south for the Big House; I knew better than to talk to them….           THE STRANGEST THING happened there that never happened again or before which is …