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Mark Anthony Given
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Mark Anthony Given a/k/a The King of Montana, Mark Anthony Given (born April 27) is an American writer, adventurer and raconteur. Born in Sanford, Florida, raised in New York and the South. Fine food chef, paralegal, roughneck, heavy equipment operator, and roustabout. Best known for his award winning Original Screenplay, "Paradise Montana," and author of some twenty Blogs, including, Real Life Heist, and A Screech and a Bang! The self proclaimed "King of Montana," studies the Torah and The Talmud daily, and having read over three hundred novels, fiction and nonfiction, nearly all the classics, can be found on the back roads of Montana i.e., "Heaven," searching for redemption and atonement.
Mark Anthony Given a/k/a The King of Montana, Mark Anthony Given (born April 27) is an American writer, adventurer and raconteur. Born in Sanford, Florida, raised in New York and the South. Fine food chef, paralegal, roughneck, heavy equipment operator, and roustabout. Best known for his award winning Original Screenplay, "Paradise Montana," and author of some twenty Blogs, including, Real Life Heist, and A Screech and a Bang! The self proclaimed "King of Montana," studies the Torah and The Talmud daily, and having read over three hundred novels, fiction and nonfiction, nearly all the classics, can be found on the back roads of Montana i.e., "Heaven," searching for redemption and atonement.

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ONE AT A TIME they would lay hands on you as soon as you stepped out of the white county van, stripped, bend over, right into the Isolation Cells right across from "Control," and "Dispatch," which you could barely see them thru heavily smoked glass, but they were watching us rabid animals. I was with the last group into the last of the three isolation cells, four of us were lined up against the wall surrounded by dog's and the entire SWAT team making room for those in watching from Control.
"Mr. William's under Mississippi Code extinguishing a lit cigarette out on an individual is a First degree Arson charge carrying Fifteen years at Parchman Mississippi! But that's not what I am concerned with, 'what I want to know is where that damn cigarette goes?" I was standing right next to Tommy and they made us stand there in just out jail boxer shorts with our hands on our heads and I could keep from busting out laughing but I was smiling...
"Captain Chrome Dome, I mean Captain Donner, you can take me in that cell, put an Apple in my mouth, and I will make your cigarette disappear!" 

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Son, I have done them all, and Dilaudid's the best. -Elvis Presley
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SITTING IN the parking lot a couple of stores away and wait for the cops....

WHEN THE COPS didn't show up and an hour and a half later I go back to the store and in nearly all their stores is a phone bank with two phones right out front up against the store. I could stand on my tippy toes and see into the store all the way to the pharmacy. I'd call the pharmacy and ask if it was ready. What's the doctor's name? I tell her, she says's their ready, I ask how much they are and what time they close. I'm watching every move she makes: Is it in the same colored bags as the others? Does she cover the phone and talk to the pharmacist? Does she put it back in the bin? If it all looks normal, I wait a little while and go get it.... Thirty-six Dilaudids is eighteen-hundred dollars on the street and they will beat your door down for them. Show up at four in the morning with thirty-two dollars and eight-dollars of food stamps...
http://www.reallifeheist.com/2014/08/bustn-scripts-by-mark-anthony-given.html

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MY FIRST NIGHT IN THERE I got my jeans and my tennis shoes stolen and woke up sleeping on the floor in the large day room because of overcrowding by a group of eight or ten young black guys whipping bars of soap at people sleeping… Fortunately I didn’t have to get up and get my ass beat because a long simmering feud erupted by two of the large bulls in there. One of them wasn’t real bright, and looked like an old country mule, kinda narrow between the eyes and the blank stare of pure ignorance, and grew up on a sugar plantation and had scars on his head from a lifetime of bad decisions. In for murder and about six ‘three, two hundred and forty pounds he had what I was told was a, “Star in his Eye.” A slight glean of madness in his eyes that when he looked right at you was like a twinkling of sharp knife in the sun that set a chill down your spine. He had a sick disdainful grin on his face like he was just dying for you to say the wrong thing so he could punch you in the face. The other guy was real friendly and had been all over the world in the Navy, about five ten maybe thirty years old from the “Melpomene Projects in New Orleans who was caught robbing jewelry stores and on his way to Angola, America’s bloodiest prison now and then, for a fresh fifteen year sentence. I had spoken to him only briefly in the chow line after I recognized his distinct New Orleans accent that sounded alot like Winton Marsalis. Once he seen them messing with me, I always thought he may have intervened on my behalf.

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MONTANA UNIVERSITIES enrollment crisis could be eased by promoting Montana as a place to abandon digital technology an immerse in reading classic literature and minimal impact lifestyle. Providing this academic setting advances Montana's image as a place to get away, refocus, and be left alone....
WHEN I lived in the Grizzly Gulch Helena National Forrest just south of Helena, I was scared to death. I had a feeling they didn't call this place "Grizzly Gulch," for nothing. Anyway, after about six weeks of pure terror every night of the week and nothing happened, I quit being afraid and started sleeping like a baby and became a part of the woods, the most peculiar thing began to happen. After sitting and just listening for long periods of time, I would spend considerable time getting ready to go by making sure nothing was left out, etc., and then take off for for who knows where.
WHEN I GOT tired I would sit down again and wait; just wait. For what, you know not, but just learn to be still for long periods of time and just listen. After a while you get up without thinking about it, and just take off not knowing where your going, again! It's like sleep walking but your awake. Add that to sleeping under the Stars laying in a field of alfalfa in Montana you feel like your shining from the inside and only a few people can see it. The most peculiar aspect of it though is where ever you go like this, i.e.,, no schedule, no job, no rent, free food and sleeping in the woods... people would blurt out, "I was just thinking about you!" Or "We was just talking about you!" Walk into a building just as someone walks out never touch a thing. Everyone you meet bust out smiling at the sight of you...

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THE UNITED STATES PENITENTIARY at El Reno, Oklahoma was hands down, next to Lewisburg USP in Pennsylvania the scariest place I ever been. Besides a massive High Security 2600 Inmates designated there, it is also a Federal Transfer Center. Just felt like a cross between a haunted house and a live action horror movie, complete with novice actors and cheap production values. And the looks on these Men’s faces was ever telling concern, desperation, hatred and Hope. Many anxious, some completely out of place. Every few minutes another group of Black Men would enter and set in a group while the fat hack with the clip board did a Roll Call and they would get up and go back into the kitchen to work. You rarely ever saw White guys working in the Kitchen. I spoke to one guy for a minute when he sat at my table and told him why I was sitting there. I asked him what I should do. He glanced over at his buddies he worked with everyday setting at other tables wondering what he was doing with this Honky, and said “Get in where you fit in.” 

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There comes a time in a man's life when to get where he has to go - if there are no doors or windows he walks through a wall. -Bernard Malamud
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I’M RIDING THROUGH Ocean Springs, Mississippi it’s 4 am and 64 degrees and the Sun will be up soon. Tony’s Discount Drugs in a strip mall next to an abandoned grocery store looks like a good place to break thru the cinder block wall in the utility closet, and tiptoe over to the pharmacist goody drawer. My buddy from New York living next to me on the beach in Biloxi, the next town over, told me this pharmacy was fat because it was so big and everything on the shelf was stretched out to take up space, they must be doing a booming pill business. Were they ever! I cased it a time or two and wound up parking down the road and doubling back to it on foot and behind it, where I easily scaled up the back of the buildings pipes and stuff. 

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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.....
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