Nothing unexpected happened at all. I had tried to leave my family, but failed to find solid footing. I'd left home by thumb w/ a back pack's worth of clothing and toiletries
because I'd gotten wind that my mom was trying to place me. So, this was it. No getting around it (goin' on a lion hunt... but I'm not afraid!)
There was the coercive intake. Ok, one surprise there. I wasn't sure that higher level staff couldn't really read minds. So when Virgil said he knew, from telltale physiological signs in my eyes, that I had done coke and lots of it, I was mildly surprised that that had evidently been a myth. Only mildly, though.
I knew the whole script, though, and had a little private fun surprising my new jailors by neither submitting mentally or rebelling physically. I was determined that, pot smoking, libido
nurturing and all, I was quite straight enough, thanks. I would comply w/ any reasonable demand w/o complaint and decline politely to take any gifts from these duplicitous strangers or do any thing against my own moral code.
But none of it was a shock. Not the chanting and singing, not the motivating, not the dissenters getting tackled and pinned to the floor. I understood it all from the POV of a 10 vet in a Program family. And I was determined to prove them wrong. There's not much difference between my recollection of my first day and that of any other day till my last. Same shit, different day, thank God we're young and this will soon pass.
It is error alone which needs the support of government. Truth can stand by itself.
http://lfb.com/?stocknumber=FF7485&code=10247' target='_new'>Thomas Jefferson