Rage notebook

[Anonymous]

an old thread reminded me of being lined up at night and the songs they made us sing

[webcrawler]

Lined up heel to toe with people's big asses squishing me and the person behind me with the big assed stomach smushed into my back. Breathing through my nose because if I didn't there would be the person in front of me hair's in my mouth. Staff making 10 changes of host homes. Back and legs hurting for so long. Listening to staff yell face forward. 5th phasers walking up and down our pitiful line making sure we were heel to toe. If not you might have got a nudge with her foot on the back of your heel. Power hungry fake bitches.

[Anonymous]

I remember when I started misbehaving, I didnt stand in the line anymore. It was nasty when the girl in front of me did not wash her hair, or it was all nasty from sweating all day. When misbehaving, I stood out to the side.

[misbehaver]

That's right. MBers mostly sat in group because being lined up presented targets not often readily accessible. One night, after open meeting I was lined up (tired, burnt). While giving the obligatory "Good night XXX, Love you XXX".I decided to deliver my own salutation. Something like "Good Night, Nikki, I Wanna Fuck You, Nikki" This little midget kid started pumping his arm like Arnold Horshack from "Welcome Back Kotter". Staff sat everyone back down and ripped me for another half hour. The whole time I was peeling her clothes off with my eyes and laughing at the mindless zombies as they ranted on and on. It was my pleasure to make the ammends to her; she had to present herself to me. I know it sounds pathetic, but any break from the action was like R&R. Jason

[misbehaver]

Thinking about that little kid reminded me of when he confronted me. I had been locked in an intake room for over 2 weeks. I told those stupid fucks that I had to take a dump. One fazer held his hand out the door for what seemed like hours. Finally, I pulled off the socks I wore. I filled one with a nice log (PB&J,ya know) and wiped my ass with the other sock(the socks were the midget kid's) By the time exec staff opened the door, I was swinging my load like Homey the Clown (In Living Color) in fury and disgust. That bitch took one whif of my grogan and scuttled away. The next week a girl MBer ripped an earring from her skull and she quit staff. Guess she'd had enough "Tough Love" HAR! jason

[webcrawler]

Umm, you wouldn't possibly be a fan of GG Allin now would ya? He loved to throw his shit around on stage.

So what happened to the sock and stuff? Did anyone dare come near you?

[misbehaver]

Krystene, I *think* that I was asked to pick up the socks and throw them away in the bathroom. I really can't say for sure as I've blocked out so much from that time. Just another flashback. Jason

[Scarstruck]

Try getting strip searched in front of 400 people in prison.