I was in Straight Gulag 5515. I am a Mayflower survivor 81-82.
I am from New Jersey my name is Rich Moroski.
During this time I began to feel like I was drifting away from
reality.I felt like I was drifting away from the little kernal of the
real me that I kept hidden away and protected with the little
snippets of songs and memories of my friends and family. I have never
in my entire life felt so completely isolated and terrified. My plan
from jump street was to play along and "act as if" until I could get
the fuck out.I figured that if I became one I could escape. I began
to really loose my mind. I look back now and remember how frightened
and absolutely depressed I was. My biggest fear was that I would slip
up, get caught and started over again. It's the tightest rope I ever
walked.
I finally got up to the forth phase and was going to school at
Bethesda Chevy-Chase High School. I put in for permissions to go to
the Air and Space Museum with my Mom who was coming to visit. For
some reason I can't remember I was not able to go. I also got sat on
the third phase side by that little fuckhead Nathan Bright (better
hope you see me first another long story...). All the next day I felt
like Smeagol from the Two Towers Movie battling back and forth Go--
stay Go--Stay. I went to school and had lunch then went to a teacher
who was cool borrowed five bucks. Before I left I ducked into the
wood shop and stole a utility knife. If Straight was going to track
me down I was prepared to defend myself. I decided that I would walk
to Washington DC from Bethesda. I knew that all I had to do is stay
on Michigan ( Ithink) and it would take me to the mall.
First thing I did with the money was buy a pack of Marlboros and
smoked one for all of us! I had no idea how fucking far I had to
walk. I had about 5 or 6 hours of complete paranoia. I kept looking
over my shoulder and waited for carloads of abduction zombies. I am
so happy that it never happened because I would have hurt someone or
myself. Here I was in down town DC wearing a pair of freshly stolen
sunglasses and feel a tap on my shoulder I almost in one heart beat
shit myself and cut that guys hand off. It was Terry Smith's father.
He asked me what the hell I was doing in DC. I flat out told him that
I copped out. He offered to take me back to 5515 and and politely
refused and promptly ran for the hills. Finally it began to get dark
and I became hungry. The only thing I could do was call my Dad who
was the one who tricked me into Straight in St Pete. He was coming to
the open meetings for a while with his new wife until someone
recognized her and narced out her son who I used to get high with.
She refused to put her baby into Straight and they got thrown out and
I was left in. Oh yeah no one ever bothered to tell me what the fuck
happened until I made that call. I was left there thinking that my
Dad died or that I died and was in hell. I remember flying from St
Pete to Dulles and had no idea why I was being sent to Virginia.
:flame: THOSE ROTTEN MOTHER FUCKERS LET ME SIT THERE AND DIE INSIDE :flame: . I have
not thought about this in twenty years.
I called my father and began to tell him of the things that
Straight called therapy. He became very upset. I told him that I
would never go back. I would live on the street and hitch hike to any
where to hide. He finally began to hear me. He put me up in some
motel in DC. I was sitting in my own intake room when all of a sudden
the phone rang and it was Chuck Hargroves ( JR. Staff & ex old comer)
He tried to talk me back and told me that there was a van down stairs
that would drive me back. Chuck was really cool and was one of the
best old comers I ever had. I said that I was not going back... I
refused to leave my room until the next day. My Mother came and got
me the next day.
The rest is for another day.
Thanks for the opportunity to relive the great escape. Please feel
free to contact me off list. I feel like an onion. I have many layers
of memories left to share.
Rich Moroski
walstib12@yahoo.com