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I am fairly new to these forums.  I bounce between Straight Survivors and Straight Alumni and use different posting names, yet some of you smarter members will know who I am in either forum since I often post the same message in either one.  If this were a football game, I would have to say that this forum scores more touchdowns, but Straight Alumni definately has possession of the ball more than we do.  Maybe people are running out of steam or something.  I was fortunate enough to get together with three collegues from my days of incarceration at St. Pete Straight.  It was awkward at first, but after being with these guys and some other very dedicated people, I felt the years melt away from me and it was like I was 17 all over again.  My biggest and most lasting contribution to the St. Pete Straight was that I was the brightest and most dedicated jerk (mis-behavior) of my era.  In the weeks to come I resolve to bring the Jerk back to life and place him in the lives of the scum-bags who profitted from our misery and who stole from us what may well have been the best years of our lives.  This drug testing thing for high school students is criminally stupid.  I plan to protest and hope others do the same. As for the differences that occur in these forums, hey whadda want? In my program, crack was a part of your ass, MTV had not yet been invented, CD's were something old people put their money in at the bank, and cell phones were as big as hairdryers.

[ This Message was edited by: 85 Day Jerk on 2002-07-24 21:41 ]

I was in the program at that time, and all I can say is that I saw Liz, Lori, Amy, and Terri chowing down on some store-bought cake in the staff office while I was across the way getting medication. The only one who did'nt eat any was Marie, cuz she did'nt feel right about it. That very well could have been your birthday cake, they did that stuff all the time.

On 2002-05-26 19:50:00, Anonymous wrote:
not really x-mas...But I do remember my birthday(s)...I was admitted 2 wks before my 15th b-day.  In St. Pete, they'd dish out some sheet cake on someone's b-day...As sort of a parental gift in abstentia...



Anyways, I was banking on Mom sending me a slice of cake...Then, I'd have some sort of comfort knowing that she remembered my b-day and didn't dump me off in psycho-camp and went to Diz-world...See, she has an impeccable mind for numbers & dates and never forgot to do something on our b-days...(She's a mathmatician for cristsake!)



Long story short, my b-day came around and not a happy b-day or piece of shite cake! I "sat in my doo" and misbehaved...



Years later, my Mom told me that she wanted to order me such a cake, but got confronted in parent rap for being weak and enabling...She also said that she felt doubly-guilty...One, for leaving her lil' sweet pea all alone & scared on his b-day and two, for making a cardinal error in the eyes of the program...



I know this may seem very small to most who read this...However, at the time I just turned 15 and was locked up in drug rehab...Any sort of small respite from a loving Mother would have been welcomed in such bleak circumstances...



However, I look back on it now and kind of laugh at it all...So much effort went into those rediculous & petty power plays, mind games and manipulations, that alot of the altruistic intentions were lost to the few that controled the many...



To quote from a Woody Allen film..."Comedy=tragedy+time..." Straight to me was a tragedy at the time, yet I find myself laughing alot in order to deal with it...