Transcription of Illegible Text in EFTA00153364
Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2026 5:45 pm
Re: dollar bill
Unlike some of the other threads about me that were loaded with misinformation, rumor and ridiculous conjecture, at
least some of this is correct. I yanked the blog in mid November of 2018 when my [illegible] officer told me if he caught
me on the internet again, he'd lock me up the next day. So I called Go Daddy and had them delete the site.
On 1/3/19, I surrendered to MCC, a horrible federal human warehouse on 150 Park Row where I stayed for 311 days
with some of the loudest, stupidest, and most unappealing people I've ever had the misfortune to associate with. MCC
is certainly no Club Fed. It's an administrative facility housing criminals from all walks of life - principally
gangbangers, drug dealers, and gun slingers. There were but a precious few inmates with anything remotely
resembling grey matter between their ears or an education. With a rare exception, I felt all alone in a room full of
people.
But all was not total ennui. I had 6[?] bunkies [illegible] with whom I shared 50 square feet - which included a sink and
toilet. One was a bank robber, one a child ****er (he diddled his high-school students), one a drug dealer who shot
his competition in the stomach and one a guy named PAUL MANAFORT! (Yes, you read that right. [illegible] was my
celly for a [illegible].
And as Inmate Comparison[?] Coordinator, I scheduled and spent countless hours (actually over 100) [illegible]
watch, many of which were in the [illegible] of JEFFREY EPSTEIN! Tomorrow, I will be dealing with an
[illegible] from the DAILY MAIL concerning telling my story (or stories - though, they appear to be much more
interested in Epstein than Manafort). I happen to know definitively whether Epstein was killed or killed himself
(something I'm not going to reveal until I get paid)
Anyway...I certainly had no idea that my stay at MCC would turn into a segment of Lifestyles of the Rich and
infamous. But I intend to turn lemons into lemonade to the best of my ability. The beautiful thing is that when the
Daily Mail (or anybody else) fact-checks my stories, they will all be document. I'm on the record as Paulie's bunky.
And the suicide watch job required that we keep log books and write down everything that happened every 25
minutes. So there are entries along the lines of "Jeffrey and I are discussing escort services"...or "Jeffrey wants to
know how to handle prison life." I will totally check out!
The worst thing about prison was not the guards...or shitting in front of a stranger...or the food. It was the inmates
hanging out with morons with names like Looch, Nas, Cash, Squirt and Life just wasn't all that much fun. There was
one white collar guy who had a PHD in Astrophysics from Berkeley. Thus, I was NOT the smartest guy in the room.
John was my savior until he exit on 5/6. After that I just mopped floors in the kitchen, ran the suicide program and
counted the days.
And finally...through a clerical error, I did an additional 30 days at Rikers Island in a unit with [illegible]! Fortunately,
my Spanish came in handy. I was an accepted gringo in their midst, I've started a new thing called DOLLAR BILL'S
LOCKDOWN...but there's only a header currently so I won't give the art. I've only been out for four days and am
pulling my life back together. Plus...I don't want to give away the story. The DAILY BEAST is also interested in my
writing features for them so I'd never wait before I start proofing stuff I could potentially sell.
https://www.justice.gov/epstein/files/D ... 153364.pdf
https://www.justice.gov/epstein/files/D ... 076015.pdf - This seems to be what this post is referring to.
Unlike some of the other threads about me that were loaded with misinformation, rumor and ridiculous conjecture, at
least some of this is correct. I yanked the blog in mid November of 2018 when my [illegible] officer told me if he caught
me on the internet again, he'd lock me up the next day. So I called Go Daddy and had them delete the site.
On 1/3/19, I surrendered to MCC, a horrible federal human warehouse on 150 Park Row where I stayed for 311 days
with some of the loudest, stupidest, and most unappealing people I've ever had the misfortune to associate with. MCC
is certainly no Club Fed. It's an administrative facility housing criminals from all walks of life - principally
gangbangers, drug dealers, and gun slingers. There were but a precious few inmates with anything remotely
resembling grey matter between their ears or an education. With a rare exception, I felt all alone in a room full of
people.
But all was not total ennui. I had 6[?] bunkies [illegible] with whom I shared 50 square feet - which included a sink and
toilet. One was a bank robber, one a child ****er (he diddled his high-school students), one a drug dealer who shot
his competition in the stomach and one a guy named PAUL MANAFORT! (Yes, you read that right. [illegible] was my
celly for a [illegible].
And as Inmate Comparison[?] Coordinator, I scheduled and spent countless hours (actually over 100) [illegible]
watch, many of which were in the [illegible] of JEFFREY EPSTEIN! Tomorrow, I will be dealing with an
[illegible] from the DAILY MAIL concerning telling my story (or stories - though, they appear to be much more
interested in Epstein than Manafort). I happen to know definitively whether Epstein was killed or killed himself
(something I'm not going to reveal until I get paid)
Anyway...I certainly had no idea that my stay at MCC would turn into a segment of Lifestyles of the Rich and
infamous. But I intend to turn lemons into lemonade to the best of my ability. The beautiful thing is that when the
Daily Mail (or anybody else) fact-checks my stories, they will all be document. I'm on the record as Paulie's bunky.
And the suicide watch job required that we keep log books and write down everything that happened every 25
minutes. So there are entries along the lines of "Jeffrey and I are discussing escort services"...or "Jeffrey wants to
know how to handle prison life." I will totally check out!
The worst thing about prison was not the guards...or shitting in front of a stranger...or the food. It was the inmates
hanging out with morons with names like Looch, Nas, Cash, Squirt and Life just wasn't all that much fun. There was
one white collar guy who had a PHD in Astrophysics from Berkeley. Thus, I was NOT the smartest guy in the room.
John was my savior until he exit on 5/6. After that I just mopped floors in the kitchen, ran the suicide program and
counted the days.
And finally...through a clerical error, I did an additional 30 days at Rikers Island in a unit with [illegible]! Fortunately,
my Spanish came in handy. I was an accepted gringo in their midst, I've started a new thing called DOLLAR BILL'S
LOCKDOWN...but there's only a header currently so I won't give the art. I've only been out for four days and am
pulling my life back together. Plus...I don't want to give away the story. The DAILY BEAST is also interested in my
writing features for them so I'd never wait before I start proofing stuff I could potentially sell.
https://www.justice.gov/epstein/files/D ... 153364.pdf
https://www.justice.gov/epstein/files/D ... 076015.pdf - This seems to be what this post is referring to.