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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: kaydeejaded on January 02, 2004, 04:08:00 PM
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the most memorable cop out I remember was when these two chicks Karen and Maureen stole this oldcomer Sherry's Cavalier (sp?) and drove it to Florida.
That had to be the most insanely brilliant yet illegal and in retrospect dumb (being as it was Florida since we all now know this is the Straight State) cop-out I can remember.
They came back tan.
We misbehavers we all jealous. And if my memory serves me right in true straight form I think they somehow managed to make it the oldcomers fault too because of the keys or something. And they were dubbed druggie friends
Any good cop-out stories from your Straights? A slipping gear could let your M203 grenade launcher fire when you least expect it. That would make you quite unpopular in what's left of your unit.
-- In the August 1993 issue, page 9, of PS magazine, the Army's magazine of preventive maintenance
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I don't remember very many black folks in Straight, but I do remember one and I also remember his "split" as well. We used to call cop out's splits, but, split sounded just too damn cool. There was this black guy named Greg who was court ordered. Greg had supposedly done all these horrible violent crimes his court ordered sentance was do some serious jail time or grad from stratight Anyway,I was on the 4th phase side, first row (what a great example I must have been) and Greg bolted for the big roll up doors that were being "guarded" by oldcomer girls. Now Greg was a huge guy and he hurdled the chairs adn the girls guarding the door. The gils parted like Moses parting teh sea. They put up absolutely no resistance. I being teh good 4th phaser that I was and eternally searching for ways to get out of the group, jumped up and starting chasing him. I was joined by about 5 other phasers. I ran cross country in high school and was still in pretty good shape and moved ahead of the other phasers and caught up w/Greg pretty quickly. Greg stopped, and grabed this busted up rail road tie and threw it at me. At that moment, I figured that I might be better off waiting for the other phasers to catch up. Unfortunately, Greg was caught later that day adn never showed his face in straight again. Guess he did that jail time. who knows, he might be better off today cause of not going into straight. Not that remarkable a split, but a memorable one for me.
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When I split I beat my oldcomer with my sack lunch. I was brought back 3 days later and my oldcomer got started over. We had 2 black fellows in Straight-Dallas during my time.
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Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.
--- Anon
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Im not paranoid.....
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Im not paranoid.....
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Im not paranoid.....
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beat him w/the sack lunch !!!!!LMAO ::bigsmilebounce::
Experience is that marvelous thing that enables you recognize a mistake when you make it again.
-- F. P. Jones
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Not to sure how fantastic it is but I got a survey type question. I was able to socially engineer two oldcomers on two seperate copouts. Did that happen alot over the years when all you guys were in. I will clarify;
I talked a kid watching me in the isolation room, into walking me to the infirmary but instead we cut through the kitchen and out the service door. Another time I talked a kid who was one on one with me in a host home to just let me out the door. He gave me a minute to get good bolting clothes on and a decent pair of shoes, after which he was like okay hit me. I did and he played the struggle bit as I dashed. He never got caught and I never ratted when I got back. Like I said, not amazing but I want to know how common this stuff was over the years.
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Hell, Mr Room, I can't even imagine talking to someone about copping out muchless an oldcomer. Good thing your oldcomers weren't a hard-asses.
CL
[ This Message was edited by: ClayL on 2004-01-06 11:12 ]
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I think my cop out story was pretty interesting....After two nights in Straight I had enough....so I jumped though a plate glass window from a host home in Riverside @ 4AM last name of the host home was Moore..I don't remeber the girls first name... I was badly hurt broken nose slashed arm etc plus head injury..Unfortunately they found me & took me back to the Yorba Linda Straight..Grp was hell and they decided not to allow me to sleep for the next 24hrs....To make a long story short they denied me medical care. So I passed out and they finally took me to the ER.....It was there an angel nurse listened to me & called my psychologist....He got me out of Straight by putting me on a 72 hr psychiatric hold so I was trasfered to a psych hospital. After my testimony to DCFS Straight was shut down by the State of CA 2 months later...
I just love to hear other cop out stories!!!!!
Nicole :rofl:
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I had been on 5th phase for
long enough. I was working right down the street from
the building washing dishes in some restaurant...So, I
decided the night before that I was gonna do it. I had
no money. Even though I carried a paycheck, it was in
a joint account w/ my parents (as was decreed) so I
didn't think I could cash it. Yeah, I was naive. But
I'm getting ahead of myself. So I rode into the
building. It was like early afternoon when I would
walk down to the dishing job. So that was when I did
it - There was a bridge over some railroad tracks that
was calling to me...Down the embankment I went to the
tracks. No turning back now. That was it. I was GONE.
I followed the tracks in the direction that I thought
Baltimore might be. I don't know how far I went before
deciding to venture away from the tracks. Probably at
least a mile. I went into a gas station and walked up
to a few people and asked them for rides. Finally this
black guy who was somewhat older aggreed to let me
ride with him. He didn't try any bulls#!t with me and
got me as far as Arlington. I remember walking for a
while there before getting to the bridge that went
into DC. It was getting dark by then. I had nowhere to
go, so just hung around watching all the jackasses and
their girls 'cruise the strip' in Georgetown
there...Soon I started walking. I walked and walked
with really no idea how I was going to get to Balto. I
ended up in a bad neighborhood. Some guy about my age
and this little punk that was with him approached me.
The guy was smiling at me. It didn't seem right. It
wasn't. He caught me w/ a right to my jaw. Being
scared, I reached in my pocket for the check which I
intended to hand over...They ran off. I heard the punk
say something about a knife. They had thought that I
was trying to pull a knife on them. There was an
older, more respectable looking guy on the street. I
told him what had just happened, that I had split from
a rehab and needed somewhere to stay. Just to get off
the street. He said that he was having his girl over
so he couldn't put me up, and that I ought to consider
going back to my family if I had any. I saw a homeless
shelter and went in. They didn't want to take me
because of what hour it was. I managed to talk them
into letting me spend the night. Not a good
experience, I hate to say. The snoring was
unbelievable, and before going to bed I had to go thru
the shower routine which was creepy. I didn't sleep
that night but at least I was off the street...
So I got up & ate the paste-like oatmeal & drank the
coffee and started walking around DC. It was overcast
and colder that day. I ended up on a college campus
somewhere and looked around for anyone who I thought I
could approach and ask if they knew anyone headed to
Baltimore...let me stop here. If I had had any sense,
I would have just bummed enough money for a bus ticket
and gotten on one. It would have been $15 tops. I know
that now. Anyway, I remember going into the Hirschorn
museum and killing like 2-3 hours in there walking
around and sleeping on a bench. I stayed until it
closed. I remember doing naive, assinine things like
approaching people on the street and asking them if
they knew of somewhere that I could stay. It seems
that a certain apathy had come over me, a certain
hopelessness. I had copped-out, but I was 18 and could
have just withdrawn myself. But I had tried that. I
had already tried that. My sister talked me into
staying. So now I had decided to cop out. It shouldn't
have been all that hard for me to stay out if I had
really wanted to. But getting to Baltimore wasn't as
easy as I had planned. Here I go again, getting ahead
of myself. What bothers me is that I wasn't more
determined somehow. I have wracked my brain, but I
can't explain this. All I had to do was to get to
Baltimore and let the chips fall where they may. I'd
find my old friends in a heartbeat. I walked around
some more. I walked to where I thought the Wilson
center was. (an old all-ages club) It was closed or
shut down. Any money I got my hands on, I spent on
food. I ended up pairing up with this homeless guy on
the street and he told me that he was headed back to a
good shelter. I walked with him. When we got near the
place, I was hesitant about going in. The bums were
threatening him saying that they were going to roll
him for his money. I remember him telling me that he
had been trying to save up so he could get off the
street. I decided to bail. I had had enough of
homeless shelters anyway. It had begun to rain. I was
cold. I decided that I was going to call my mom. I
told her where I was - (at the greyhound station in
DC) She showed up a while later and was crying,
relieved to see me alive, but disappointed too. We
rode back to Baltimore. What we talked about is gone
from memory. I can't remember if I tried to ask her if
I could just stay home and to hell with the program,
or what?this is not going to sound right, but somehow
I didn't really mind going back in. I knew I would be
started over. But it's like I had gotten so used to
being there and the people there that I didn't really
know what else to do. And I was brainwashed enough
that I would have felt guilty for going against my
word and leaving my mom's house on my own. Even after
they lied to me to get me in there. So I went back in
& 7-stepped in about 6 weeks. So then my mom was happy
with me for a couple months until she kicked me out of
the house for something, I'm thinking it was probably
that I had started hanging around with 'druggie
friends'. I would have to ask her to be sure.
So then I stopped going to 7 step meetings & went on
with my life...
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oh that sucks alex, when I look back on my cop-out I am really horrified that I did not do a "better job" with it myself.
OK granted I was 15 and 4hours from home but...why didn't I use 411 and get a number of an old friend? Why did I just freak out and wander around? Why did not have a better plan?
maybe all those florescent lights fried my brain. But I know I could do a better job now. ShitI do not believe in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.
--Thomas Carlyle
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On 2004-01-05 13:13:00, Reagon Youth wrote:
"When I split I beat my oldcomer with my sack lunch. I was brought back 3 days later and my oldcomer got started over.
I never understood why the Oldcomer got started over because a newcomer bolted. Unless he held the door open for him and let him leave he/she wasn't responsible. I know I had Newcomers that if they wanted to beat the crap out of me and run, I had no way to stop him.
Don
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On 2004-01-05 13:37:00, Therion wrote:
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Im not paranoid....."
Say it enough and you'll actually believe it.
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Hey Billy, this is Jen. Who was it that let you go? By the way, I am the one who has the Christmas Video.
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The guy I talked into leaving with me was on second phase. His name was James and he transfered in from Dallas. The guy that let me go was John Huber. He was my oldcomer and it was a sunday. We were one on one so it was easy.
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Hey Pink, we had some of that in Dallas. A few times whole host homes would bale together.
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I copped out 3 times.
1. The first time I was in a host home as a second phaser. They put me and another 2nd phaser together in her home with 3 newcomers. I had one of the newcomers in one bathroom and she had the other two. The three of them had decided they were going to cop out that night. So when me and the other girl went back to the room, somehow I was approached separately. I said hell yeah I wanted to cop out. We pretty much forced the last girl to cop out with us. I think the host mom was addicted to prescription drugs because she didn't notice her keys were gone which gave the daughter the chance to unalarm the window. Then she never checked the window. So here's the 5 of us walking down the road at night in Grand Prairie, TX. We got picked up by a couple of guys that night. I smoked a joint with them in front of the other girls. The other 2nd phaser caught up with her boyfriend the next day, the 4 of us got picked up by the cops. But I was 17 and not court ordered, so I was released. Only to be picked up by 3 dads later that day. I didn't fight because the 2nd phaser hooked me up with this psycho who had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it. I don't think that 2nd phaser ever came back.
2. What was only like 2 weeks later, I was trying really hard to have an honest program and so I was doing my MI and talking about my desire to not be there. Well this time I was at Carmen Y.'s house and she was with a lower phaser and she put me with this girl who had come in after me who was a 2nd phaser. So we're in the bathroom going over my MI and she says to me, "You don't want to be here, do you?" So I was like, "Hell no I don't". So she tells me that we're leaving the next day in the morning and she is going to have Carmen let her watch me. I'm thinking that she's not really gonna cop out and that she's just testing me. So the next morning she's trying to get me to curl my hair and wear perfume, but I keep thinking she's setting me up. When finally she says, "OK, let's go. The alarm on the door will go off when we open it, but don't turn around, just keep running." Again, I'm thinking this is just a set up, when she takes off running. I go out of the bathroom and next thing I know, we're out the front door, and the alarm never goes off. I don't know how long it was before they knew we were gone. We took a bus to downtown Dallas and hung out in the city all day. Her mom came and got her from the bus station and gave me fare for a bus ride home. I called my mom, and thought she was gonna let me stay (Yeah, right!) only to be captured by my big brother and another phaser's big brother, tied up with telephone cord and driven back. I was planning on misbehaving after that one, but Garrett C. was a Jr. Staffer and asked me to sit up just for his rap. How could I say No?
3. I was on 4th phase, writing my 4th step outside of the building one day, and I happened to notice how pretty the wildflowers in the field by the building were. I went for a walk and realized, that I was going to be in big trouble for doing that and just said screw it. I called the parents of a girl who was taken out of Straight who came and got me and offered me a job with their business. But my mom had already sent my brother to come get me and bring me home.
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I think that host home was me that you were talking about . . .
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On 2004-01-06 18:38:00, Don Smith wrote:
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On 2004-01-05 13:37:00, Therion wrote:
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Im not paranoid....."
Say it enough and you'll actually believe it."
Haha dude dont fucking do that. Do you even realize what the fuck you are doing? Someone accused me of being paranoid...which I am not..
and then you basically chime in telling me Im not being honest with myself. Thats sick, straight tactics. You dont even know me motherfucker!! I dont know who the fuck you are..and I really dont care..but save that Group brainwash shit for someone else. Im floored that you would even try to idly pass that shit off to me out here :roll: :lol:
That was a teeny tiny comment but it says so much about the way you think..
To tell a complete stranger basically "Yah whatever man,you arent paranoid, my ass, keep telling yourself that" And dont even know me...
Do you not blatantly see where you picked that behavior up? Curb that shit...or at least bite your fucking tongue when you speak to me..
I had my goddamn mind warped so bad by you Straight people...and I was fucking 12 having 17 year olds up to adults rape my goddamned mind...and have have resentments almost to the point of violence about it still. I firmly believe that people that try to perpetuate that shit out here in the free world...or inside those warehouses deserve to be....
Welp anyway. Thats fucked...do you even realize when you are doing that? Id bet you were once a staff member too werent you??!
You dont know me, and hopefully never will so zip that shit, skippy.
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Ps...Sorry dude but that shit struck a nerve.
Im not gonna edit it...but apologize for snapping.
That makes me madder than anything to have others judge me...or tell me what I think and feel...especially when they have never even met me.
Get deprogrammed or something..
Arent you the dude that runs an anti Straight web site ?!?! /boggle
[ This Message was edited by: Therion on 2004-01-12 22:45 ]
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Damn man...I feel like 2 or 3 diffrent people sometimes..When I go back and reread posts where Im mad at something it dont even seem like me.
Now I feel bad for biting your head off.
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mkay.