Thank you for your reply. I may take you up on your offer to meet up and go to the building. I would like to see Milton Roy, as well. My intake was at Milton Roy.
I believe I spent my first night in Straight at your home. I have been reading posts here for a while but do not participate much, and I remember seeing something from you that made me think you were the oldcomer that I went home with my first night. I think you were a third phaser at the time, and I believe I may have only been at your house only one night.
If I remember, you lived with your mom. Your dad may have been there too, but I only remember your mom, because she drove us to your house and took us in the next morning.
Anyway, I did not get to know you well, because I think it was only one night. You did not do anything malicious to me. You were brainwashed, as I would soon enough be, but neither you nor your mother were unkind in any way. (By the way, I apologize if I have the wrong person, because I am not at all 100% on you being that person)
I tried to fake my way on to 2nd phase so I could go home. Then, I put in for "home." Do you remember that bullshit you had to go through for home or phase promotions. Anyway, I am standing there, and EVERYONE in the group is telling me bullshit like,
"Man, you have really come a long way,"
"I feel really good about you. You just seem really happy, and I feel good about it,"
"When you finally admitted doing Mushrooms, I knew you had finally opened up and were ready for Second," (I had never fucking done mushrooms)
I had everyone eating out of my hand, but then that evil demon seed Dave Crock -- Sr. Staff -- who is leading the whole thing, gets to weigh in. What a scurvy pig-fucker he was. Remember that goddam notebook they would be writing in during the whole process (or maybe I have transposed my MI into this sorded recollection). Anyway, I am home-free. Even if he does not feel GREAT about me, the worst that can happen is that he says he is not real sure, but he'll approve it anyway since the group is so convinced. He just looks at me and says, "I think you're completely full of shit." He reems me, and then the group for not seeing through my bullshit. REQUEST DENIED! So I sit down, sinking in my chair like I am in quick-sand. Within 5 minutes, I decide, "Fuck this, it's jerk time!"
There was some guy who had been a jerk, and he would pull lint off his sock and blow it in the air. He would wait for it to descend near his mouth, and blow it again. He was completely slouched, utilizing the back of the seat. I think I became a jerk just for the added comfort of being able to sit back.
OK, I am rambling now. Remind me to tell about the "amnesty rap." I got fucked over in that one. A lot of fourth phasers had to do the walk of shame back over to our side of the room.