Leonard Brown *My Story* *Adult Content*

Leonard Brown

Leonard Brown

Leonard Brown

# 25641-112

Federal Correctional Institution

1900 Simler Avenue

Big Spring, Texas 79720

To Whom It May Concern:

My name is Leonard Brown from Compton, CA. I am forty three (43) years old and my story starts like this.

I was indicted in Manhattan New York on May 8, 2002 on a one count drug conspiracy charge. I was arrested in Los Angeles, CA on February 28, 2003 and have been incarcerated up until the present date. I was extradited to New York in March of 2003.

My story is a simple one about betrayal, corruption and injustice. I retained a criminal defense attorney from Los Angeles, CA named Frank E. Digiacomo to represent me in the New York case. Mr. Digiacomo made his first appearance in my New York case on May 9, 2003. A day prior, I had a meeting with Mr. Digiacomo to discuss the particulars of my case. During that meeting I requested that he file an illegal search and seizure suppression motion for my vehicle based on the fact that when I retrieved my vehicle from the site of the search I found no search warrant affidavit or invoice of the items taken. My identity was unknown to agents prior to the search of my vehicle but was illegally discovered as a result of the seizure through photo’s of me and mail addressed in my name. Drugs were also recovered from my vehicle. Mr. Digiacomo told me that “he didn’t see a need to file a suppression motion that would fail” because “he was sure that agents had a telephonic warrant for my vehicle.”

My illegally obtained identification and the drugs that were found was the impetus behind the government’s investigation of me which significantly directed the government’s investigation towards me.

The filing of a successful suppression motion would have dismissed the New York indictment. When he declined to file the motion I then instructed Mr. Digiacomo to file a motion to dismiss the indictment for delay in prosecution, Based on the fact that warrantless search of my vehicle which occurred in Los Angeles, CA by New York and Los Angeles D.E.A. agents occurred on February 22, 2000. The motion was filed on July 1, 2003. The government’s response brief was due on July 23, 2003. My reply brief was due on August 6, 2003, but was not filed. Oral arguments were set for August 25, 2003. On August 18, 2003, Mr. Digiacomo sent me a letter stating that I was looking at a life sentence if convicted and that the government would use evidence from the search of my vehicle to corroborate their case against me and he suggested that I enter a plea agreement. A plea was not what I wanted.


I immediately called him and requested my full and complete case discovery material. He only sent me copies of co-conspirators trial transcripts. The transcripts contained testimony of a “C.I.” named Card who testified that my co-conspirator Bridges sold Card drugs numerous times in California and on one occasion, Card alleged that Bridges fronted him drugs in California to take to New York sometime in April of 1999. This transaction plus monitored calls between Card and Bridges from New York to California having alleged coded drug conversations gave jurisdiction to New York for the indictments. Bridges was indicted in early 2000, went to trial in September of 2000 and was convicted and sentenced to life. Card also told the jury that Bridges told him that he took the drugs from someone name Rod who owed him money and then gave those drugs to Card in April of 1999.

My indictment charged me with an overt act that described Card picking up the drugs in California from Bridges and selling them in New York in April of 1999, but Card’s testimony at Bridges’ trial that the drugs came from Rod contradicts the allegations that I provided or had any knowledge of the April 1999 drug transaction. This conspiracy was manipulated by the New York prosecutors, based on the fact that they indicted four individuals for the same conspiracy at different times. Bridges was indicted in early 2000. McKenzie was indicted in early 2001. Williams was indicted in 2001 and I was indicted on May 8, 2002. I later realized that I had two defenses against the charges:

1) a Fourth Amendment violation based on a warrantless search,

2) Actual innocence based on never fronting any drugs in California to be sold in New York.

On August 21, 2003, I was also indicted in Los Angeles, CA on a four count drug conspiracy. During a phone conversation on August 23, 2003, Mr. Digiacomo informed me of the California indictment and again suggested that I take a plea deal for both the New York and California cases. He offered to handle the California plea for an additional $10,000,00. I told him no thanks; I’ll worry about the California case later. He then offered to handle California free of charge. I declined the offer again.

On August 25, 2003, Mr. Digiacomo made his second and final appearance in New York for oral arguments on the delay in prosecution’s motion which was denied by the District Judge. After the oral arguments hearing, Mr. Digiacomo visited me before he departed back to California. He started the conversation by suggesting that I cooperate with agents from California that he knew previously from past cooperation deals that he negotiated for other clients. I told him that he must have lost his mind because cooperation from me was out of the question, period. I told him that I wanted to make a full and competent evaluation of a possible defense in the New York case. He replied that I could get life if I lost at trial. We ended our conversation with me agreeing to allow him to negotiate a joint plea agreement. My next pre-trail conference was set for September 29, 2003, but was cancelled and reset for November 3. 2003. This pre-trial conference was cancelled and reset for December 8, 2003, where I was represented by associate counsel John Raimondo from New York.

The District Court set my next pre-trial conference for January 6, 2004 to permit defendant to review the additional wiretap discovery from the California case to permit discussion of a possible disposition. I was never notified that my cellphone was the subject of the California wiretap nor did I ever receive or review any wiretap discovery.

The January 6 2004 pre-trial conference was reset for February 27, 2004. Mr. Digiacomo did not start any plea negotiations until February of 2004. The February 27, 2004 pre-trail conference was reset for March 26, 2004. At this point in time, I became very concerned about entering the plea agreement without reviewing all of the evidence in both cases. I called Mr. Digiacomo and told him of my concerns toward entering the plea deal and again requested my full and complete New York and California case discovery. He again failed to comply.

In March of 2004, I then had a family member contact N.L.P.A. (National Lawyers Professional Associates) in an attempt to retain their services to help me obtain my case discovery from Mr. Digiacomo in order to evaluate a possible defense against the New York charges. N.L.P.A. contacted Mr. Digiacomo who was not forth coming with them by not providing the case discovery material and informing them that I would be signing the plea deal. The March 26, 2004 pre-trial conference was reset for April 22, 2004-

Sometime around April 16; 2004, associate counsel John Raimondo was sent by Mr. Digiacomo to visit me at M.C.C. New York. He had with him a plea agreement that had already been signed by Mr. Digiacomo on April 6, 2004. Mr. Raimondo asked me to read the plea agreement and asked if I understood it. I told him that I didn’t understand some of it and didn’t agree with some of the information contained in it such as the illegally seized drugs from my vehicle on February 22, 2000. The drugs were never charged in the indictment as an overt act or possession count. I told him that I was not going to sign the plea. He left a copy with me and I mailed it to a family member with instructions to fax it over to N.L.P.A. Due to the fact that money was tight, N.L.P.A. was not legally retained and could not assist me with any legal advice or demand that Mr. Digiacomo turn over my case discovery. I was holding out until N.L.P.A. could be retained but unfortunately Mr. Raimondo returned to visit me on April 22, 2004 just hours before the scheduled pre-trail conference. He asked me did I sign the plea, I told him no and that I had mailed it to a family member. He then told me that he was glad that he brought another copy with him. He also said that Mr. Digiacomo had called him earlier that morning and cursed at him when he told Mr. Digiacomo that I hadn’t signed the plea agreement the first time it was presented to me, Mr, Raimondo went on to say that Mr. Digiacomo was very angry and told him to tell me that there was no more time to consider the plea agreement and if I did not sign the “GOD-DAMN” plea on that day of April 22, 2004 the New York prosecutor would be ready to take me to trial in one week, I was fearful of going to an unprepared trail in one week where I had not read the discovery. I felt that I signed the plea agreement under duress from mental coercion and misrepresentation. At the time I signed the plea, I had not been presented with the California indictment nor had I been arraigned or received any copies of the discovery of the California case.

Combined with the fact that Mr. Digiacomo withheld important parts of my New York case discovery, the mental coercion and duress had been put in play*

I was transferred to California and in July of 2004 I entered a guilty plea to both the New York and California cases. As part of the plea, I could not be sentenced until my co-defendant in California went to trial.

In December of 2004, my other co-defendant was transferred from M.D.C.-LA to San Bernardino County Jail where I was being detained. Fortunately, he was assigned to my unit and when he and I spoke for the first time, he told me that he signed a deal for 48 Months on a phone count. I learned for the first time that my cellphone was wiretapped.

In January of 2005, I immediately wrote the California District Judge Audrey B. Collins and explained that my attorney, Mr. Digiacomo failed to inform me that my cellphone was the target of a wiretap. T also stated that I wished to fire Mr. Digiacomo for being ineffective throughout all of the proceedings and I wished to withdraw my plea of guilty.

On April 14, 2005, I was brought before the Judge for a status conference based on the letter I wrote. I stated for the record my reasons for wanting to fire my attorney. The Judge allowed Mr. Digiacomo to withdraw as counsel after he requested to be relieved and failed to rebut the allegations. Since then, I have had three different court appointed attorneys. I filed a pre-sentence motion to withdraw my plea based on ineffective assistance of counsel which is governed under the “fair and just reason” standard. The District Court abused its discretion by denying the motion without holding an evidentiary hearing. I then filed a reconsideration based on “newly discovered evidence”, which was also denied.

On my sentencing date of March 27, 2007, I argued on the record that I should be allowed to file a renewed motion based on new evidence of ineffective assistance of counsel, based on the fact that in January of 2007, I was notified by a co-conspirator in the New York case who informed me that he filed a successful illegal search and seizure suppression motion in 2001 pertaining to his home and my vehicle which was parked on his property based on a warrantless search. He was granted suppression of his home but lacked standing to challenge the search of my vehicle. I argued that Mr. Digiacomo was ineffective because he misrepresented to me that there was a warrant for my vehicle, which he failed to inform me that my co-conspirator filed a successful suppression motion and that he failed to file the suppression motion for my vehicle that was meritorious. I was informed that Mr. Digiacomo collasped in a California court room and was taken to the hospital in November of 2004 where he was diagnosed with a brain tumor that required emergency surgery.

On April 16, 2007, Mr. Digiacomo died ofhis illness. I now claim that his irrational behavior which resulted in him being ineffective was a product of his serious unknown medical condition that ultimately ended his life.


I discovered that the D.E.A. and the L.A=P=D. were in collusion to plant drugs in my California case in order to uphold a search warrant affidavit for my home which contained deliberate false information regarding drugs that were never seized. The L.A_=P,D. are notoriously known for fabricating drug evidence and having corrupt officers in its department.

The disturbing thing is the prosecutor helped cover-up the collusion to plant drugs by the D.E.A. and L.A.P.D. by committing perjury.

The ending of my story is that on March 27, 2007, I was sentenced to 212 Months. I feel that Mr. Digiacomo betrayed me, that justice was not served but manipulated and abused through corruption. I add a quote from the late Johnny Cochran “an injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere”!!!

I am currently awaiting adjudication on my appeal and through my faith in God I know that justice will prevail and I shall be set free.

When I am vindicated, I plan to bring a civil suit against the corrupt
parties involved.

Anyone interested in. how my situation turns out, feel free to write. I am also seeking the assistance of any civil attorney who would be willing to review my civil claim.

MAY PEACE BE YOUR COMFORT!!!!!

GOD BLESS,

Mr. Brown

Coqueto; My Friend, My Brother

All Photos Courtesy of Conqueto’s Page

First off, please understand, we prison inmates are notorious (among other things of course) for being big time readers. And because we read anything and everything we can get our hands on, we sometimes tend to be critics of the written word. So, when I recently received an envelope containing bits and pieces of another writer’s work, I immediately became skeptical. Even knowing this parti­cular author was a good guy, a reader of my blogs, and someone deeply admired by all of the other myspace readers, I still wanted to analyze his stuff before I up and said, “Hey! This guy is good!” Know what I’m saying? Anyway … I did read. And I did enjoy. I can honestly say, Samuel Solomon, aka “Coqueto”, is more than just good. He’s the absolute bomb! It’s not every day I come across someone with this kind of talent and charisma. No doubtedly my friends, this guy’s written some of the very stories the $200 billion dollar plus publishing industry is looking for! And that, as we say is, “keeping it real”. Using my old ways of thinking, this guy can hit a lick, the legal way, putting just as much blood, sweat, and tears in it that I did the wrong way with his pure talent.

STREETLIGHTS was the first I pursued. Oh what feeling Coqueto puts in his writing! The way he described slowly getting over the girl reminded me of myself, my past, and a past love, long lost. Such emotion struggling with his feelings for a previous lover and the sudden way the story changed when his new lover’s real time boy­friend came barging in the bar after her. Realistic! Very realistic! Something that I think we can all relate too a little bit, and put down on paper so we can almost feel it happening again. Then, the way he ran into Nikki at just the right, or wrong, opportune time. Smitten with her, the emotion, the raw gut feeling, the anger, the confusion. The love, the lust, his heart held prisoner! He had no control! And, the timely way he referred back to his street corner girl at just the right time in the story. The pang that hit him when he realized he loved the new girl Lisa. Then Nikki, the typical vain bitch who suddenly reappeared knowing she’d be accepted. (With total disregard for his new lover I might add). Finally he came to realize what he’d known from the very beginning, what he knew all along! Nikki couldn’t be kept! He put her in her place. But in the end, he lost them both. Yes, STREETLIGHTS. I identified with it well.

GOD AS A SPARE TIRE. When I read that, I knew Coqueto had been right where I’m at now. And, THE WALKING WOUNDED. I know about wise counsel. But for me to be able to, as he wrote, “drop the charges against those that hurt me, set myself free from them.” Well, let’s just say … I’m still working on that. Since I have began my writing on here, I don’t know if it’s been more for you readers or for myself. Chains holding me down get lighter with every past story of regret, remorse, every pain, my “glory days” I suppose. In a way writing is setting me free and getting me closer to the person I’ve always wanted to be but was always just two feet away from reaching. What I got from THE SWIMMING RAT? Yes, doing time does in fact age a person. Lots of inmates commit suicide in prison. As a matter of fact, a man just hung himself in the hole here at FCI Big Spring this past week. But rest assured everyone. I “like” me. And I’ll never, ever off myself while doing time behind bars. Dying in the joint for me is like saying they won. I will never stop fighting, some days I don’t know what I’m even fighting for. The right to be treated like a human. The right to understand exactly why I was sentenced this long. The fight to keep a small seed of hope alive that I will again walk the streets in the free world and not be a fuck up. THE TRUMPET AND THE TACO brought tears to my eyes. All the stories I received were well thought out, well written, good reads and all with a lesson to learn. In a way, Coqueto strikes me as somewhat of a minister. But then again, I know that’s not the way he means to come across at all. He’s simply a man of the world who’s been there/done that and chooses to pass some of his insight and worldly knowledge along to those who need to hear. I too hope that someday my writing will share the same sort of meaning his does. For the time being, I just write out past adventures, past memories, past events. I’m still holding on to the past I guess, and learning my own lessons from it all.

All in all, some very inspiring stuff, these writings of my friend Coqueto. Made me think. Made me feel better. Made me take a good hard look at what I have going on here. Those in my life who love me, care about me and who are pulling for me on the outside. Made me know I have to TOUGH IT OUT just like in the story of the same, and persevere. My sincere thanks goes out to Coqueto for sharing his writings with me. The care he put into packaging it, and even watermarked pages. It meant a lot that he was kind enough to send them. Really it did. It made me feel as if I was important and again proved to me that Myspace has been my saving grace. Not only do I have a voice now, but I have friends. Good people out there who have taken a moment to get to know me and to give a damn. I shake my head in awe sometimes and wonder how I was so lucky. I’m just another convict locked away in a prison, a world within a world, waiting for my day to come home. Nobody special, nobody famous, nobody that recognition should be given to. Still, you guys do give me recognition, you are real friends, and that is worth more than I can even put a value on.

FCI Big Spring…The Road into Another World

THE VIOLET COLLAR is a literary work of genius and most definitely destined to become number one on the best sellers list. I’m sure of it! And hey, one more thing. I can see why all the women love and adore him. Romance is his niche. His area of expertise. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still versatile in other genres in subject matter and style. A jack of all trades if you will. But if I were him, I’d stick to the romance because that’s what’s going to get him all the girls. (Hey Sam, send em’ this way! Heh Heh) In closing, never considered myself a professional writer because I’m not. What I am is, a critic. And yeah everyone, Coqueto is good. No, like I said before. He’s more than just good. Coqueto is the bomb! Please read the stories men­tioned above if you get the chance and give a shout out to my new friend! Tell him Tripper sent ya! As I remain … the one and only Tripper! Better Days!

Please everybody, click the link below and read “Calling You Out”. We have about a week and a half left, and 2 cards have come in thus far!! I know the holidays are tough, but I ask you with all my heart check it out, share some love, and pay it forward!!  ~Tripper’s Rep

Calling You Out

Don’t Fear The Reaper

I’ve always said my dreams don’t make much sense. That they’re too far fetched and in no way could they have bearing on what’s going on with me in real life. Lately I’ve been dreaming about what it’s going to be like for me when I get out of federal prison. And truthfully everyone, that’s something that’s been bothering me, bothering me a lot. Last night I had the weirdest dream. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to tell you about it. Just so you’ll know though, I’ve always been skeptical of those who think they can interpret dreams. Why? Because my dreams are usually straight-up delu­sional or psycho. That’s why. Anyway, here goes. Please bear with me as I attempt to tell this bizarre tale…

Sweet Dreams

Apparently I’d just been released from prison after serving fifteen calendar years. I was at a party. And I was with my ex-wife, Melinda Ann. Not a big, crazy ass party mind you. More like the kind of party we have down south. Just a get together of a bunch of friends sitting around the living room shooting the shit and passing doobies. I remember there being a lot of women at the party. Some I vaguely knew or recognized. And others I knew very well. There were also several dudes. Some I haven’t seen in years. Some who were friends, and some who were old enemies. For a while I was sitting on the sofa, then later, lying on it underneath a blanket with my ex. All these different people were coming by to wish me well and welcome home. Some said they’d never met me yet heard of me, but were happy I was out of prison and back home.

Across the room I noticed some of my personal items from the past. Stuff that either Melinda Ann sold while I was away, or stuff seized from me in the drug raid. I remember having the feeling it was a female’s house where we were having the party. People were coming and going, all stopping to say hello. Kind of reminded me of a funeral where family and friends of the deceased walked by the casket to pay their respects. Lots of women. Some even bent over to give me a kiss. Others smiled and I could put a name on at least one. She was an on again/off again love interest from a long time ago that in real time, I no longer have any feelings for at all.

I saw a guy I knew named David, who like me, had just got out of the pen. Sitting on a sofa adjacent from me, I waited until he took a break from making out with the chick he was with and said hello. He immediately acknowledged me and said, “Sure has been a long time Trip. Hope your life hasn’t been ruined by all this as bad as mine.” Then he asked me if I’d like to cook some meth with him. Said he had all the chemicals and glassware and it would be easy and we’d get rich. I told him no, I was trying to run the straight and narrow. But I appreciated it anyway. Then, other guys commented on a particular tattoo I have on my left leg. Some were friendly. Others I looked upon as threats, experiencing this eerie like impending sense of doom.

Melinda kept talking about a book she wanted to read and got up to leave. Suddenly I was all alone. I got up, put on my shirt and lit up another joint. More girls came over and said hello. Then a nice looking chick in tight jeans and sweater came over and sat beside me and started making a move. I remember noticing how flat her stomach was and how beautifully she was tanned. Next thing I knew, we were lightly touching each other and she was kissing my cheek, neck and ear on my left side. I was for some reason aroused yet uncomfortable with her advances. That’s as far as things went until I got up to look out the front room picture window - she’d followed me. And continued to kiss and grab at me. I’d started to warm to her advances some.

Suddenly, the house I was in turned into my old home out in the country. One of my Pontiac GTO’s was sitting in the driveway and an old friend of mine named Chris was sitting on the hood. There were others. I remember everyone being dressed as if it were the 70’s. And it was Fall, just like it is now. Huge amounts of leaves had fallen from the trees and a group of people were burning a pile of them to one side. I went outdoors. And immediately I felt an uncanny sense of freedom joining those in the yard to work for a little while. Then, I walked over to my GTO convertible, the best of five GTO’s I once owned, and looked inside. It was just like it always was before. I wanted to drive it but had no keys. Instead, the chick from the house called me back indoors.

Back inside, a haze set in and people were frantically moving around. Someone I didn’t like, a male, entered the room and immediately I felt threat­ened and alert. I was uneasy by his presence and his stare. He started making snide remarks and others in the room started taking up for me and verbally abusing him. Then, he came at me with a rake and I thwarted his downward striking blow with my forearm. People were running everywhere. I tried to get a look at his face but could not. He wore a hooded coat and his face was unintelligible. Finally, the girl from the party grabbed me by the arm and said, “Come on. We gotta go!”. I remember her long, flowing brown hair and the rings and bracelets she wore. Despite all the people in a panic and the blowing leaves and garbage, we made it out to her car.

I looked back and I saw my ex-wife with a guy from the party. She didn’t seem too concerned that I was leaving. She simply waved goodbye and I just stared. I glanced over at the girl driving the Mustang and she too was face­less but for some reason I considered her a friend. Then just as we were pulling away from my old house I saw something through my peripheral field. It was the asshole from the party. Still hooded, he was now cloaked too. His clothing dark, he raised both hands as we passed as if to try and stop us. Then, I woke up.

Can’t make much sense out of all this. But like I said before, I don’t put much stock in the interpretation of dreams anyway. Seems to me though, in a way, I must fear my freedom and those on the outside that want me to fail. And, there are those, the women, who liked me and wanted to help me. And the GTO? Was that a symbol of my freedom? As I always valued my cars as some of my most personal and worldly possessions. Melinda never loved me. I think I recognize the meaning in that. Other than those few things, I don’t really know what to make of my dream. If anyone has any insight to offer, despite my negativity in believing that anyone can interpret dreams, I welcome the input. I might add in closing, this particular dream was very surreal. Almost as if I was there, I could smell, feel, and touch. Even sort of scared me a little bit after I woke up. Anyway … thanks everyone! And as always, I’m Tripper! Better Days!

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