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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Joe The Boss Fama by Mark Anthony Given
The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame;
Every prison a more illustrious abode. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
MY HUSTLE IN PRISON was the magazine route. Back in the seventies and eighties you could check Bill Me Later and they would start sending magazines, CD's, Fingerhut, stuff. I had the latest Rob Report, Playboy, Penthouse, Rolling Stone, Utne Reader, you name it. On the Invoice I'd slice the bottom of the envelope just room enough for a check to slide out and check "Check Enclosed." I made my rounds throughout the prison a few times a week and only the elite dozen or so guys were on my official list and people would stop me all the time and I'd pretend to look at a piece of paper in my hand and say, "Nope, not on the list." I'd keep walking....I know it sounds lame and I never really made any money at it but I knew I would at least get to say, "I knew Carlos Marcello! Joe "The Boss" Fama (Brooklyn '83), The "Pizza Connection," guys.... _____ Silva (Chicago hitman 28 kills (Joe's celli), Geoge "Cowboy Martorano" (Philly), and a couple of others.
"In April 1984, pursuant to a warrant, the Fama home was searched. A truly astonishing quantity of evidence was seized from throughout the house, including approximately thirteen pounds of heroin; two and one-half pounds of cocaine; almost one hundred pounds of marijuana; over $3.4 million in cash; more than twenty-five firearms, at least seven of which were loaded, including semi-automatic pistols, revolvers and rifles, and large quantities of narcotics diluents and other drug paraphernalia. As a result of the search, Barbara Fama, her husband and four children were all arrested. They are currently under indictment in the Eastern District of New York for a number of narcotics and firearms violations.
Joe "The Boss," Fama died right after I left him in FCI Texarkana January 4, 1990. YOU GOTTA LOVE a guy who's doing life without possibility of parole, a couple of his kids rolled on him to save themselves, knew he was never getting out of prison again, Joe would just smile and say, "For get about it..." I was the clerk and we all got out at the same time, I'd wait along the wall for him to catch up to us all going back to our Units at the end of the day, and we'd walk back together. Kinda short with a big belly and the heaviest Brooklyn accent you ever heard and he liked to look you right in the eyes when he talked to you... You could tell he was a very, very serious man.... I don't know what he saw in me, but just loved the guy. He was what he was. He didn't pretend to be anybody but the "Joe 'The Boss" right out of Central casting, except this no movie, and he wasn't playing no part.
THE CHOW HALL at FCI Texarkana was smack int he middle of the long, long thirties style East Texas prison in an all prison town. There's like thirty joints within fifty miles and I was lucky to get one good rock station out of Shreveport, Louisiana due south. We always sat at the same table by the doors and everyone knew we were there for the same reason. To laugh our fucking ass off. Between me and Carlos Marcello, who was funny as hell too, we could keep them rolling and everyone in the joint knew who we were. They knew who Carlos was, Joe fame was well known, the Texas Supreme Court Justice Don Yarborough was doing five years for bank fraud and a couple more for bail jumping. He was a bump on the log, but didn't mind us goofing on him. Even the hacks would gather at that end to hear us.
George "Cowboy Martorano"
THEY ALL KNEW I defrauded seventy five banks from one end of the country to the other out of a couple million dollars with my #SPLITDEPOSIT scam. That I didn't have any co defendants to roll on me, and I had a New York Number. 055. 053, 054 and 055 are US Marshal numbers. 034 is New Orleans. 004 is Miami. 068 Los Angeles and so on (I'm positive of all of them except LA). The last three digits identify what jurisdiction you were arrested in. Mine was 01863-055 and if you go back in, you keep your number no matter what....
Easter Sunday, 1989 in the Chow hall at the federal prison with dozens of witnesses with Don Carlos Marcello, Don Joe Fama and the Texas Supreme Court Justice Don Yarborough, who screwed up the election for Texas Supreme Court Justice so bad they teach his criminal case in law school. He held court for the first time ever and he was loving it, and I got the nod. I got Made. I'd always seen the judge looking around to see who was watching us with a wicked smile like he could not believe his luck. But I found out he was in the same Unit at Carlos, C Unit and he looked after Carlos in a way. Carlos had a genuine entourage with him every where he went, even his own guard. They kept a real close eye on him, believe me. Everybody in the joint knew who he was and even the staff were gaga over him, and it was all I could do was to bust out and say,
"Yo Carlos, I gotta know dog, did you whack JFK?"
And you are not going to believe this, but just like George Martorano, every single time I have seen them, they told me they were getting out any day! And I say to myself, yeah right.... And sure enough, a defective jury instruction sent him to the house and he died in his own bed a few years later.. And even Georgy got out....
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…