Jesus, what I mean by nuetral, is a rented area such as a small bar. There would probably be a band and some instruments available for those that want to jam. People could show up sober, wasted, dusted to the eyeballs, I could care less. There would be no ajenda other than old aquaintences getting together and sharing some quality time together.
There are folks that basically hate me for the post where I made them contemplate whether or not they 'deserved' to be placed in a facility such as straight. If I came off as self righteous, sorry, you did'nt understand what I was attempting to convey, so screw it. Woof stayed at my dad's house and can attest that it was no Taj Mahal, but it beat living on food stamps in a part of Largo that almost guaranteed a life of poverty after High School. I just wanted a better life, and anyone who thinks that I loved the program is sadly mistaken. I was a Jerk for 85 out of 98 days and a damn good one. I pulled some classic stunts and shit, then staff decided to just FORCE the program on me by promoting me to second phase. Third phase came next, all those newcomers, all that responsability, and before I new it I was standing up in an open meeting in August and it was over. August 24, 1979. I could write about what happened after my step brothers screwed up, how I was constantly getting ripped off to the point that I had to put all my valuables in the trunk of my car, then finally moved out at 18, but who cares? This forum aint about helpin, its about hurt'n right?