Damn, thanks Pirate, for bringing back a fond memory. I once spent some time as a nuke in a very, very posh host home. My oldcomers were Bev (who lived there) and her best friend, Lori, who (for reasons incomprehensible and uninteresting) was a local phaser living away from home. Dad drinking? Mom showing unauthorized affection? Who the fuck knows. But there we were. I had the feeling I had been placed there as a mole or spy. So I was guarding against that. They were 'clicking' big time, breaking rules and ethos w/ wreckless abandon. Soon enough, I got moved w/o explanation. I didn't mind at all (till I got to know my new bestest buddy and inescapable roomie). See, Lori and Bev assumed I really was a snitch. So they treated me badly. Not in any overt, horrible way. Just more like normal highschool cheerleeders, subtly and not so subtly ostracizing and humiliating the geek crossing guard. I didn't trust them or their 'rents anywhere near enough to let on what I really thought. So I just took it. I was good at that, having had lots of practice as a Seedling little sister for a decade before intake.
They both dissapeared. I don't think I ever noticed them gone. Honest to God, I didn't give a shit about any of you people, I was just humoring you till I could get away.
But, and here's the good memory for which I'm so grateful to you, Pirate, for bringing to the fore. The one time they put me on phones, I was struggling to stay awake so as not to get busted. I was still sick, months later, w/ bronchitis and asthma from camping out in the damp cold last time I split. Just after I fell asleep drooling and snotting on the desk, in walk Lori and Bev, demanding to have their posessions returned and their records turned over. I was so happy to see them out and free, cocky as anything, I almost burst w/ joy! But I couldn't
let on cause, at that moment on that day, I had decided that, true or not, it was best to assume they had the room miced and were listening for anything juicy just behind the wall in the staff office.
It buoyed my spirit, though, to see standing, walking, breathing evidence that people did, indeed, get out and live to tell about it. And if Lori or Bev ever happen along to this post, I hope you'll be happy to know how thoroughly pleased I was to see you out and about and free.
Oh, and Cheff Boy Ardee w/ a slice of processed cheese food
still isn't real food, far less a treat! I hope, sincerely, that you and your mother have invested some time watching Emeril or Alton by now and know better.
:wave:
It (the Bible) is full of interest. It has noble poetry in it; and some clever fables; and some blood-drenched history; and some good morals; and a wealth of obscenity; and upwards of a thousand lies.
--Samuel Clemens "Mark Twain", American author and humorist
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