What a disjointed thread.
Everyone take a deep breath.
Two Points.
Helena Handbasket (luv the name) Mrs. Peterman did almost every intake at the St Pete Seed, including mine early described as threatening me with Juvy if I didn't sign myself in for the 3 day "peek". The seed started off, at the very beginning, violating the first and most contradicted rule. She then went on to be the head beehive in charge of intake at Straight, Inc., and then of course you know the rest, took the Seed model and created Life which further branched out into seed type programs still in existence. The Seed lives! KILL THE MONSTER!!! lol.
Second, the clothes thing. I have no idea where the clothes all went, but they indeed were confiscated when you went in, and my sister indicated a long long time ago that other people were wearing her clothes. John, just what was the procedure with the confiscated clothes anyway?
One more point.. Tom S. Your story. I believe you heard it and believed it, but first lets clear up the "THC" thing. There was no such thing as street Thc, ever. However, early in the 70s animal tranquilizers (real pcp) was sold as THC, and then later some strange snortable concoctions were sold as THC...some of them contained PCP for sure, but they all looked different and they indeed were dangerous.I had one of the worse experiences of my life on the stuff.
But liquidating your brain? Comn..that story sounds like one of the many urban legions passed around. If the girl sat there with half her face paralyzed and a brain disfunction, and Art barker was blaming this on drugs in a punch bowl..I think the story indeed does need further skeptical investigation. What about the rest of the people who drank the punch? What really was wrong with this girl? Tom S., you are a doctor, but that doesn't automatically make your story believable. I am not suggesting any malice, just that maybe you are repeating a story that really at the heart of it has some real problems associated with it. Use your skills as a doctor and investigate your own story for a second.