i got a little story to tell ya'll if you'll lend me your ear, i will try not to sing out of key. i do remember this time at the springfield str8, probably about 1986 or so, i was on 1st phase(yeah, i know i spent a lot of time on 1st phase) and it was Saturday night. There was some kind of a vibe in the air that instead of the usual intense brainwash/rape that we might get to have one of those, oh what were they called? Those Saturday night fun raps, where people would do skits and play guitar 'n' all, or maybe see a movie or somethin' light and different just to keep the group from goin' completely insane.We only got to have raps like that about every 2 or 3 months or so. Ya'll know what i'm talkin' 'bout?
Anyhow, group was moved into the carpet room and we all sat down indian style on the floor with our backs str8, our mouths shut and our eyes looking str8 ahead(what an image). Rich Molineaux(sp) was on staff by then and i guess he had picked out what he thought would be an appropriate film for drug addicted juvenile delinquents who had issues with authority. i don't really know what he was thinkin' but the film he chose to play for all us punks in group was "Midnight Express"(rated R). Yeah, it's true. That night while i was on 1st phase i actually watched the film "Midnight Express"(unedited) in the building, in group.
If you've ever seen the film you know that it's the true story of an American man who gets caught tryin' to smuggle like all these bricks of hash or opium or somethin' which were all taped to his body, out of Turkey on a commercial flight to the U.S. in like 1971 or thereabouts. So the cat gets arrested and ends up doin' all this time in a Turkish prison, where all kinds of craziness is a-goin' on. Certain scenes inside the prison show inmates smokin' hash and opium out of water pipes and such. The highlight of the film at least for me at that time, was the scene in which our hero sits behind a glass partition with a phone and waits to talk to his girlfriend. By this time in the film the struggle to free our hero from the Turkish authorities, through the efforts of the U.S. consulate is goin' nowhere and indeed things are beginning to look grim. She enters the visitation booth and sits down opposite her desperate drug smuggelin' boyfriend on the other side of the glass and picks up the phone. i don't remember how the conversation began but i do remember that it deteriorated swiftly as our hero begged his girlfriend to show him her beautiful tits, which she did. Our hero then begins to stroke himself off under the desk which he is seated at. It is indeed a desperate scene. The woman presses her breasts up against the glass as tears run down her cheeks. It was quite a scene to take in especially if you were a guy who wasn't supposed to even look at girls and yet here we were watchin' all this in group! Yeah i remember bein' so deprived of female companionship that a stiff breeze blowin' thru the parkin' lot could get me up.(shakin' my head in disbelief). At the end of the film our hero kills the warden in a fist fight, puts on his uniform and walks right out the prison gate. It was like everything a 1st phaser shouldn't see: sex, drugs, and victory over imprisonment. What a great flick. To this day one of my all-time favorite movies.
When it was all over i guess exec. staff made Rich M. apologize to the group for making everyone feel weak (o shit!)oh man, how funny, heh heh.
Or was there some kind of a secret messege that Rich M. was tryin' to convey? i don't know, but i wonder.
Anyway that is just a little story that i thought might be of some interest to some of you. Thanks for listening. i enjoyed the tellin'.
And oh yeah, i almost forgot: Fuck Str8, Fuck all authority. Let love and compassion be our light. ::rainbow::
Spiritual Anarchy!!
