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Offline kpickle39

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It has been 24 years today that I first sat on front row....
« on: December 26, 2002, 08:59:00 PM »
Holy shit, I just remembered my "anniversary" is today.  I remember after a many hour intake, I was told that 1.  If I didn't sign myself in I would be sent offshore to another program, or 2. I would be court ordered into straight and my program would be much longer and 3.  That I could leave on my 18th birthday which is on Dec 31st.  All of them were lies.   There was no way I could be sent off shore, or court ordered adn I certainly wasn't able to leave on my 18th birthday.   But, that is another story.  I will post it on the 31st and let y'all know how I tried to "split" as a birthday present to myself.   Unfortunely I wasn't successful.  My last words to my parents as they carried me into group was "don't throw away my Jimmy Buffet albums!" and "what a shitty Christmas present"

Mike, Straight Survivor '78 - '80

   

It will be generally found that those who sneer habitually at human nature and affect to despise it, are among its worst and least pleasant examples

--Charles Dickens

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It has been 24 years today that I first sat on front row....
« Reply #1 on: December 27, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »
The group was pretty packed out the day after Christmas.  I was still on 3rd phase and catching up on Algebra that I had failed as a druggy in 10th grade the year before. I could'nt cop out from group like a lot of the 4th phasers were doing with permission slips, but the weather sucked anyway.  I remember seeing Mike brought into group.  I believe it was right before they split the group into guys and girls raps.  This would have made it around 3 or 4 in the afternoon.
Mike looked like he was gonna be a hard case, but without seeing his parents I only had half the picture, so I delayed my opinion.  The girls filed out into the carpet room and a few moments later they were belting out the song "I am Woman"
I looked over at the new guys and saw Mike slouched in his seat and rolling his eyes.  Buy the grace of god our guys rap was led by John Legg and Chris Cassler.  They did an improvisational bit of acting like a couple of redneck homeowners from Kenneth City sharing a chaw of tobacky that one of 'em found in the 'yod'
and the rap progressed into what kind of adults we thought we would become.  It was a pretty cool rap all in all.  During dinner, I could clearly see the distress on Mikes face as he saw the slop they served.  He had better hope he gets a decent oldcomer I said to myself.
« Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 PM by Guest »
Inside a warehouse behind Tyrone Mall
we walked in darkness, kept hitting the wall.
I took the time to feel for the door,
I had been \"treated\" but what the hell for?