Whats ....

[starry-eyed pirate]

Whats up you muther fuckers.  Tell me a story.

 i remeber this time when i was arrested by the POH-LEEse. The muther fuckin' authorities who are slaves of the commonwealth government. See, at the time i was a-runnin from the muther-fuckin infamous institution, known as straight inc.  

Now which story do you wanna hear  ??  The end of the first one, which i already been into or a new one altogether about the time i was charged with Grand theft auto  ??  They're both good  ?? ...

[starry-eyed pirate]

Well' i can't wait any longer, time ...'n' all...

This is the end of the first story.  The climax to "How i Copped Out Of First Phase" :

After 2 days of runnin' through the woods and makin' hit and runs for food'n' such and bein' chased and havin' to run and jump fences on the fly and barely escapin' the clutches of staff who was hunting me, i came out behind a shopping center that i knew.  It was a place i had hid many times.  i was naive and tired at the time.  i had no idea what a threat to them i must'a' been. i came out into the open.  i came out into the parkin' lot of the shoppin' center.  It was a big commercial area.  There were a few restaraunts and a 7/11.  i was all tired and hopin' to resolve my plight somehow...   My so-called "druggie friends" had all gathered there and were waitin' to talk to me...

[starry-eyed pirate]

...In another part of the parkin' lot a group of former staff and 7 steppers that i knew were gathered together and tryin' to signal me.  i went to my so called "druggie friends" and listened to their advice, One of them offered me a pistol of some kind, a snubnose .38 or somethin', i don't really know.  i knew i didn't want to shoot anyone so i turned it down.  Next i was offered a dagger, or , well it was really more like a knife, but it was sharp and intended to stab deep.  It had a sharp edge though, as well.  i took it and tucked it into the back of my jeans.

i walked over to where the former staff and 7 steppers were gethered in a small group.  One of them was a female ex-staff who had always distracted me.  yeah, she was sexy.  (turn your head now if kidnapping makes you sick)...

[Nonconformistlaw]

Go on, I have my own kidnapping ordeal that I tell you about some other time if you are interested.

For now, I want to hear more...I sense betrayal coming....

[Anonymous]

So there i was, still naive and so unaware, thinkin' that i could just trust those 7 steppers enough to just relay my communications to my parents and str8.  That i was not interested in returnin' to the program. i was talkin' to one of them who i remember and could name here but, actually he will suffer for his crimes enough, without me.

i remember leanin' against the car of one of the 7-steppers, who i could also name but he is in enough pain already.  Suddenly the muther fucker grabbed me and tried to pull me into the back seat of the car, which was accelerating through the parkin' lot.  As the car sped down the road i hung out of it,  spreading my arms and draggin' my right foot along the pavement in a futile effort to resist their assault...   ...i drug my foot(i was wearin' "desert boots", which are like hush puppies) at least 300' before i was pulled into the vehicle and transported toward str8.

My so-called "druggie friends" got into a car and chased the vehicle that i was in.  After i was pulled completely within the car of the str8 muther fuckers, we ran into traffic.  My "best druggie friend" came runnin' up to our car and tried to reach me through the half-open window.  As the ex staff was blockin' the door my "druggie friend" and i were unable to reach other and the ex-staff muther fucker then proceeded to roll the window up on my "best druggie friends'" arm.  Then the traffic started to move and my "best druggie friend" was forced to run next to the kidnap vehicle.  Eric was his name.  He had to beg them as they drove faster than he could run to release his arm.  They released him and they tried to get away from my "druggie friends" and Eric who were still in pursuit...

[starry-eyed pirate]

The car that i was in then began to get away from all my '"druggie friends" who were still tryin' to keep up, in their car.  It was at that point that i pulled out the knife and held it up to the muther fuckin 7-steppers' throat who i could name but won't, who was drivin'.  From the middle of the backseat i held my knife on him and demanded to be released.  i threatened to bleed him out if he didn't stop the car and let me out.  i held him hostage and demanded ransome from the other kidnappers/ 7-steppers in the car.  His life for my freedom.  i slowly began to push the blade into his neck.  i felt the depth of his life...

[Nonconformistlaw]

Something tells me that my kidnapping story is about to seem like childs play next to yours...what happened next?

[starry-eyed pirate]

...well...i realized that even though i thought that i wanted to kill that muther fuckin 7-stepper i couldn't.  i mean i really thought that i wanted to draw his blood right then.  But really, i just wanted to have my freedom back.  i just wanted to live the life that i was born to live.  i tried to press the blade into his neck.  i couldn't even draw any of his blood.  Lookin' back i realize that i had other options as well.  Like i could 'a' just jammed the knife into his hand or somethin', but everything just went down so fast and ...

[starry-eyed pirate]

...we were all sittin' in the car, 4 7-steppers and me, their prisoner, with a drawn knife and a prisoner of my own.  The car was just parked at the end of a dead end st. in an apt. complex.  i dropped the knife !!  i just let it go after a minute when i realized i couldn't carve the livin' flesh.

The stand-off was over and i had lost.  The kidnappers took off again headed toward str8.  Suddenly my "druggie friends" were behind us again.  There was a high speed car chase down Braddock rd. that evening...  

...at the intersection of Braddock and Rolling Rds. the kidnappers clutch burned out as they tried to make the turn all high and tight.  The engine was runnin' but the clutch was gone as we sat in the middle of the intersection.  My "druggie friends" were right on our tail and pulled up right behaind the kidnappers.  i was still in the middle of the back seat and couldn't get to a door...

Once again Eric approached the vehicle and tried to talk to me and my 7-step captors.  The 7-steppers just rolled all the windows up and stayed put until the cops showed up a few minutes later.

i told the cop that i wanted to be emancipated from my parents.  i was taken back to str8 the next day.

Fuck str8.  Fuck all authority  :skull:  :skull:  :skull:

Somone tell a story

[Anonymous]

brother, that story was too painful to read the whole way through. i am sorry, you lived through hell.

[starry-eyed pirate]

Point taken, but that's alright it was a long time ago and i don't feel defeated or nothin'.  They just taught me how to fight.

[Antigen]

The cops who transported me from DeKalb county to Macon county, Georigia deyention center where alright guys. One of them even offered me a cigarette, which I greatfully accepted, even though I wasn't hooked at that point in my life. Sometimes, it's the thought--some small kindness or nod to the pretense of respect--that counts.

So we're going down the interstate, these two bored troopers w/ me in the back seat. When I asked where we're going, the passenger says "Halfway to Florida!" I told him that that was in very poor taste. "So why don't you want to go back there", he asked. "Cause they'll beat me up for days till I agree with them.", I said. Then there was silence.

So I did my bid for all those hundreds of strangers who I knew were held captive in Cobb County. I told the cops that they would be hearing some bizarre stories out of that new place in Cobb County; believe them, they're true!

Then there was silence till we arrived at Macon county denention Center. Macon wasn't half, even one tenth, as harsh as I had been led to believe juvenile detention was. The rules were clear and reasonable, considering that the place was set up for pubescent homocidal maniacs.

There were no such maniacs there at the time I was. Just kids, little girls, caught up in ugly custody battles or left between the cracks by incompetent parents. None of the horror stories I'd been told about Juvie fleshed out at all. I think (as I thought then) that it's telling that they put a nice sharp paring knife in my hand and the hand of another girl, who was bigger and stronger than any of us, to cut up chickens for dinner. Evidently, these juvenile delinquent professionals never thought that we were all plotting to kill them or ourselves like they did routinely in Straight. That just spelled it for me in purple crayon, in case I hadn't figured it out already.

So I stayed there for some weeks, learning all about gin rummy w. 3 - 4 partial decks. And all about the girls who landed up there, mostly for the crime of poverty. And I waited. And I made sure to tell every one of those girls, at a moment when they were paying attention, to never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, no matter what they say or what you believe at that moment, to sign themselves into Straight, Inc.!

Eventually, I was transported to Florida by plane. When we landed on the tarmac, I looked out the window and saw Hugh Burns, Nancy Gettinger, My mother and some other staff. I refused to exit the plane. Was informed that we were going somewhere, I din't care. Said I'd be happy to deplane in Alaska, but I wasn't getting off there w/o security. So they took me to customs and locked me in a closet for an hour or so. Eventually, the dingbat from HRS showed up, interviewed her subject(me) and got me out of there. Thank God!

I spent the next couple of weeks at the infamous Fame Haven halfway house. It was like a vacation! No shit! Just do a fair share of housework and refrain from criminal activity, and I was in like Flynn!

I'll neve forget my first day at Fame Haven. I was stunned and amazed to be allowed to lock myself into my own private room! When I did, sometime in mid afternoon, I hit the sack (tired!) and dremt. I dremt of traveling between the brother who believed me and the family who wanted to reinvent me. When I awoke, I stepped out of the stark room, walked down the hallway, through the security doors, into the common room to finally meet my new housemates.

But I couldn't get to them cause there was a waterfall in between me and them. Right in the middle of the commonroom floor, there was the waterfall. So then I knew I was dreaming and went back to bed. Then I woke up, found I was paralized, and went back to sleep. This was not new for me. I had had sleep paralysis before.

So, eventually, I guess when I got hungry, I actualy woke up and went out to meet my new roomates.

More later...

No drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the sources of our troubles, we shouldn't test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0679737898/circlofmiamithem' target='_new'>P. J. O'Rourke

[Nonconformistlaw]

Here's my kidnapping ordeal....

I actually managed to 7 step and was 4 and 1/2 months into Straight's so called after care. I was also 18 by this time. Very important fact. Anyway, I had a job at Wendy's and had recently been too friendly with a male coworker. I'm sure I don?t have to elaborate on the 6 month dating prohibition. Anyway...My then step-monster happened to catch me holding hands with that male. What she was doing lurking around where I worked I never figured out.

Anyway, the shit hit the fan. My parents gave me two choices that night, either check myself back into Straight or leave the house. At that point it was as it should be, I "chose" to be kicked out of the house, pack some things and left.

Two days later, I'm at work, completely enjoying my new freedom, when my parents paid a visit to me at work. Since it was summer, we often kept the back door, in the food prep/kitchen area, propped open. It was an employee entrance, not for the public. Well my step monster and father walked in anyway, and preceded to the drive up window, inside the store, where I was working. They said they wanted to talk to me. Very aware of the spectacle they were causing, I reluctantly agreed and walked out the back door with them. The back door mysteriously closed behind me, unbeknownst to me at the time, by one of their accomplices who stayed out of my view.

Anyway, my parents pleaded with me to go back to Straight, they were afraid I would go back to drugs (which I never did to begin with), end up in jail, or dead. The pleading and guilt trip went on for a while. Once it was clear them that I absolutely refused to go back there, each one of them, my father and step monster, suddenly grabbed me and told me I was going back there, it was for my own good, they were doing it because they loved me, blah, blah, blah.... I kicked, screamed, and resisted in every way I could. As my struggle continued, and as I was forced toward their waiting car, three men appeared to assist my parents! Eventually I was forced into the car, and one of these strange men was on either side of me, one behind me, and my parents in front...completely surrounded and no way out. (the accomplices by the way, were 3 of my parent?s friends and had no involvement with Straight)

Apparently, my struggle, screams, etc. alarmed Wendy's customers who fortunately, happened to be in the parking lot. One of these customers, tried to open the car door, which of course was locked. (I later heard he was still hanging on the car door as it drove off----hope he didn't get hurt). Someone did run in Wendy's and tell the manager to call the police.

Meanwhile I was whisked off to Straight, and I don?t think I have to explain what went on in an intake room there. Staff was ready and waiting for me and I was bombarded with more pleading, ?you are going back to drugs, to jail, and will die without Straight? and various other guilt trips. Finally the police showed up, came to the intake room and ordered all of them to release me.

If you can call it a happy ending....here it is....The police took me to the station where I was informed of the serious criminal implications of my parents, their accomplices and Straights little stunt. Since I was an adult, it was apparently a completely different matter than if I had still been a minor, and the police encouraged me to press charges. I repeatedly said, through my hysterical crying, that I couldn't do that to my dad, no matter how much I hated him at that moment. I was told, that the police were well aware of many things going on with Straight that they didn't like....and were actively trying to shut the place down. The wanted me to prosecute because it would really help their quest to stop the madness. As overjoyed as I was that they understood how bad the place was and wanted to close it down, I still couldn't press charges....They did warn me however, that the state could prosecute whether or not I pressed charges, given the seriousness of my case (being 18 instead of a minor). Years later my dad told me that there was an ongoing investigation for quite some time and he, along with the others were really worried (as they should have been!). But it eventually got dropped.

[starry-eyed pirate]

....The police took me to the station where I was informed of the serious criminal implications of my parents, their accomplices and Straights little stunt. Since I was an adult, it was apparently a completely different matter than if I had still been a minor, and the police encouraged me to press charges."

Minors need more rights.  It's crazy to me the way the police will actually help an adult who is bein' held against their will, but if a child is being held against their will and that child escapes from his captors the police are brought in to hunt the child down and return him to str8.  If you had been say...17 and 9 months or somethin' you would'a' had no recourse.  The police never would 'a' showed up at the intake room where you were bein' held and you would 'a' been back in str8.  Is the emotional trauma of such an ordeal really that different for someone who is 17 from someone who is 18   If anything, it seems to me , that the younger the person is, the more vulnerable they are in general, and the more susceptible they are to trauma, emotional or otherwise.  It's the children who need protection.  i mean it's absolutely insane that if an 18 year old is kidnapped then the police want to press charges, but when a 17 year old is kidnapped the police participate in the crime.  

3 of the 4 times that i copped out as a minor the police where involved in bringing me back to str8.  The time i was gone for a month they literally hunted me.  They couldn't actually catch me but they knew where i had taken shelter for several nights and threatened to press charges against my "best druggie friends'" (Eric, again, damn he was a good friend) mother for harborin' a fugitive minor.  Under other considerations, such as bein' tired and hungry and cold i decided to turn myself in.  Really after all the generous and sweet and kind hospitality that she had given me over the course of that month; sheltering me on those frigid November nights, and feeding me, even knowing that i was copped out from straight and that the police were lookin' for me how could i let her face charges on my account.  i had to turn myself in.  i'll say it again: Minors need more rights.

i can relate to not wanting to hurt your parents too.  After i finally got out of str8 i wanted to sue but didn't want to hurt my parents, either, so i didn't ever really look into the whole law suit thing.  i regret that now.

What program were you in nonconformistlaw ??



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[Nonconformistlaw]

Hey Starry-eyed pirate----you said----"If you had been say...17 and 9 months or somethin' you would'a' had no recourse. The police never would 'a' showed up at the intake room where you were bein' held and you would 'a' been back in str8. Is the emotional trauma of such an ordeal really that different for someone who is 17 from someone who is 18 "-----

I could not agree with you more. The emotional trauma was the same as if it had happened to me a few weeks earlier when I was still 17. As grateful as I am that this happened when I was an adult, it upsets me very much when I read stories like yours that happened when you were a minor.

And what's really telling about the difference between my orderal and yours, is that they were so similar, meaning the tactics used to kidnap. My god these monsters had kidnapping down to a science! They were very well chorographed plans, duplicated then perpetrated countless times against numerous children.

And that was my point in emphasizine my age, it really drives home the point you made where I quoted you.

All I can say is someday...I hope this practice against minors changes and I really hope its outlawed someday.