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Dear Art,
Anonymous:
Dear Art Y Shelly,
When I was 9, I was saved of certain death, insantiy or jail because you "fixed" my druggie attitude. Of course I had never done drugs or even thought about doing them, but I had those darn posters and even bell bottom jeans! My mom was so smart to place me in your care before things got really out of hand.
Oh sure, the methods weren't perfect. I was stripped searched by a rapist. My oldcomer masturbated every night and sprayed me on the chin because unfortunately I was on the lower bunk, and I was yelled at and kept away from my mother and sister for over 1 year. One night he even got it in my eye. I asked him what he was doing, and after moral inventory he showed me. I never understood however why he wanted to show me every night. He was just that type of unselfish guy I guess, always giving, always caring.
Later, after graduating, I had so idolized some of the staffers that I started shooting heroin, just like them!
Even later, I got HIV from dirty needles, but I remembered those steps! I have recovered at least 30 times because of those darn steps!!!!
I am 85 pounds now and have full blown Aids. Had it not been for you Art, I am sure I would have died a long time ago a dirty worthless druggie. I am now clean and sober and really miss you guys!
Lov ya!
GregFL:
--- Quote ---On 2005-10-05 13:20:00, Anonymous wrote:
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Do I detect battle lines being drawn? :scared: :scared: "
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no.
Anonymous:
Greg what do you do when you are in the Forum Index?
GregFL:
the "forum index" is just the first page of the forum.
This page
http://www.fornits.com/wwf/
Anonymous:
Dear Art,
Once upon a time I was literally dying. I Know some people scoff, but Let me just recap what was killing me.
The main problem is that I had officially joined the counter-culture. I know that is hard to believe but it is true. One day, I took the bus to the Southeast regional office of the counter-culture and paid my dues. It was expensive for sure, 2 grams of hash and an ounce of mexican, but at the time I thought it was worth every penny. For that I received a patch, a headband, A "peace" t-shirt, and a Led Zeppelin album, and a "I hate Richard Nixon" bumper sticker.
To be sure, it was the bumper sticker that prompted my father to seek out treatment for my disease as he knew I was in the first steps of addiction, insanity, by my daring to keep in print any criticism of the government.
Oh how I treasured these things but Little did I know they would lead me down the path of ruin and addiction. How do I know this for certain? because you told me so silly!
Now, of course I had never done anything but smoke a little of that marijuana and hash that I purchased for my counter-culture dues, but after one month of being locked up and rapped to daily, discussing my sexuality and earning the right to pee, a light bulb went on. I started calling the bulb "god", and then one day John Underwood screamed at me until I pissed myself, then everyone took turns calling me names and telling me what a piece of shit I was "on the street". Wow, it was like a miracle, I finally realized I WAS AN ADDICT AND YOUR PROGRAM HAD SAVED ME.
I tell everyone I meet that I was dying as a child and you saved me. Had you not locked me up in that warehouse, with all that fiberglass dust, the guards, and the peanut butter sandwiches, I would Be DEAD, INSANE or INJAIL.
If anyone ever doubts that I Come down on em, just like you taught me,and then I never speak to them again!
Thank you for everything. You are not just my hero, you know what I am thinking right now!
signed,
The mayor.
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