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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Memories of First Foster Home
« on: September 22, 2004, 08:49:00 PM »
My first foster home was only 11 blocks from my grandfathers house. I did not let on to this fact because I had signed myself in voluntarily, and did not wish to drag my grandparents into what was going on with me. The father of the host home had served in Vietnam and was a former Green Beret I think. His sons were pretty cool and everything I guess and I was simply trying to acclimate myself to the experience of being in Straight. My comrade first phaser brother was a guy who I will refer to as "Norm". He would grow to resemble Norm in the show "Cheers" as time went on, so please bear with me.
The oldcomers were Lance and Lewis Cantrell. They were pretty cool oldcomers to say the least. Every night at that host home, they would make 2 quarts of iced tea which would be bolted down instantly by me and my 'brother'. This home also contained an adorable 6 year old sister named Ashley who we would trip over ourselves fawning over. My own sister Sara was only 7 years old and I missed her severely.
I will never forget one night in particular, when I was about to lay down on my sleeping bag and "Norm" says,"Holy shit, what is that?" It turned out to be a huge ass banana spider resting on my sleeping bag. Lance gingerly brushed it into a paper bag and we all giggled on down the stairs to the kitchen an up to the microwave oven. It must have been around 10 o'clock at night on a Saturday, and Lance and Lewis slapped it into the microwave and turned the bitch on as we all stood in awed silence. It took about 1 minute 38 seconds on low power to make the damn thing stop moving. It was cool as hell!!! Mary, the mom, called out "What is going on?" "Just making some hot tea mom," is what Lewis said. That was a cool memory of that place.
I remember one morning, I was combing my hair quite a bit, mostly out of a sense of boredom, and Lance snatched my comb away from me. He started on this shit about that I had security in my hair. I wanted my damn comb back. I had paid for it myself, and it was one of my icons of independence seeing as to how it was mine all mine. I pitched a bitch saying that it was my goddamned property and to give it back. Norm said ,"What's the problem Bob, it's just a comb man!" I said, "It's not the comb man, it's the fucking PRICIPLE,!!!!" To which he replied, "What exactly IS a FUCKING PRINCIPLE Bob?" Does it have something to do with hairdressers you want to have sex with?" I was fucking flabbergasted!!
They gave me my comb back in the car.
The oldcomers were Lance and Lewis Cantrell. They were pretty cool oldcomers to say the least. Every night at that host home, they would make 2 quarts of iced tea which would be bolted down instantly by me and my 'brother'. This home also contained an adorable 6 year old sister named Ashley who we would trip over ourselves fawning over. My own sister Sara was only 7 years old and I missed her severely.
I will never forget one night in particular, when I was about to lay down on my sleeping bag and "Norm" says,"Holy shit, what is that?" It turned out to be a huge ass banana spider resting on my sleeping bag. Lance gingerly brushed it into a paper bag and we all giggled on down the stairs to the kitchen an up to the microwave oven. It must have been around 10 o'clock at night on a Saturday, and Lance and Lewis slapped it into the microwave and turned the bitch on as we all stood in awed silence. It took about 1 minute 38 seconds on low power to make the damn thing stop moving. It was cool as hell!!! Mary, the mom, called out "What is going on?" "Just making some hot tea mom," is what Lewis said. That was a cool memory of that place.
I remember one morning, I was combing my hair quite a bit, mostly out of a sense of boredom, and Lance snatched my comb away from me. He started on this shit about that I had security in my hair. I wanted my damn comb back. I had paid for it myself, and it was one of my icons of independence seeing as to how it was mine all mine. I pitched a bitch saying that it was my goddamned property and to give it back. Norm said ,"What's the problem Bob, it's just a comb man!" I said, "It's not the comb man, it's the fucking PRICIPLE,!!!!" To which he replied, "What exactly IS a FUCKING PRINCIPLE Bob?" Does it have something to do with hairdressers you want to have sex with?" I was fucking flabbergasted!!
They gave me my comb back in the car.