what was rad? you said you were sent to the rad what does that mean? and they tried to get you to admit more than what you were guilty of too? imagine that! - i wonder what kind of pay bonus they got- or maybe they were just sadistic as hell; period- i think maybe they got off on inflicting torture on children- or on their peers as the case may be -i know that there were staff members there that would take you aside if they thought you had the wrong kind of look on your face - if you looked at them wrong, it would start some serious shit. they were just like the thought police in 1984 by george orwell- as a mater of fact, when i read the book (after straight),i found so many similarities to straight it was unbelievable- it was straight on a national international scale like, if the western hemisphere turned into straight that is what it would be- (if Suzanne Bird or Mel Riddle- or maybe that staff member Dean that looked like a Ken doll became president ). my parents would be in parent rap and i'd be about to go into siblings and all of a sudden, there i'd be - in one of those plastic chairs with some staff members trying to find out something from me-like why i was wearing mascara - or why was i playing "eye games" with one of the male staff members which i may have done, but so what? what else was i supposed to do for fun on a friday night when i was stuck in this stark white place surrounded by lame ass geeks- what? - what the hell was it that they were trying to find out and why wasn't my lawyer there with me? why didn't I have a right to remain silent? did i walk in there- in those stupid dreadful doors and suddenly be completely stripped of any civil rights? when i think about it, i really shudder at what would/could have happened if i had so much as just said the wrong wordsdisplayed a little too mush free will or individual thought-(thoughtcrime)--and if they had put me in there, i would be dead because that is what they would have had to have done to make me join in with any of that bullshit they were into in group- i used to have night mares about being put inthere and it would always end with me spitting in someones face and running out into braddock road and over to the hardies bathroom- sometimes in siblings i would actually spit on people except i used to disguise it as a sneeze- i would let someone get into to yelling real close to my face and then "sneeze" making sure that i had some of the contents of my tonsil area in it-then at the end of the night on the way home if my mom was'nt in the car, i would tell my dad and he would laugh his ass off-- fun fun fun!
