i went to desisto for a couple of years in the eighties,somewhere between 84/88.my case seemed simple enough i just didnt like school.so my parents figured i would go to desisto for as long as it took to graduate.i needed credits for a few classes that i blew off in public school.im not trying to paint myself as a saint,by any means.but when i got there it was a total shock.id been to a few other boarding schools and never was exposed to the insanity that i saw and heard.on my first day,upon meeting my roommate he told me that the person that lived with him before,that slept in my bed had recently hung himself in my closet.my first thought "yeah right whatever",i was used to being sort of hazed as a new guy.he left the room and went wherever idiots go,i stayed and was trying chill with my walkman listening to depeche mode.all of a sudden i sense chaos and see smoke someone runs in my room say "get out fire".so i go outside to see the staff hauling the idiot roomate off to the mental hospital.i think to myself"damn when does the entertainment start?"in reality the place wasnt that horrible except for the people that really should have been somewhere else more appropriate.the food was killer when i was there,im surprised no-one has mentioned that.i gained like 30 poubnds the first week.my proudest moment was when michael told my mom that i was "the most verbally abusive person he had ever met".why i ran away down to seaside heights after 2 years of trying to conform?they meaning michael and his messenger tell me that if i dont admit that i was gay that i would not be able to progress in the program.they knocked me down to level 1 when i was due to be level 3 and sent me to the farm.someone found out that was gonna bolt so they locked me a room with boarded windows.this bad-ass chick named vanessa who i was supposed to run with went to the south gate,when i wasnt there she came to the farm.i was like go on with out me.she was like fuck no,and proceeded literally tear the boards off the windows.now the problem was that i had no clothes just underware,so we went to the level 4 dorm"the mansion"and took there shit.bye bye hell hole!hello sandy beaches!to sum it up i wouldnt have been there if my parents werent self centered assholes who had nothing better to do than travel the world without thier son.
