the last post was a year ago so who knows when anyone will read it, but I was there from february to april '96, both the jornada and the black mountains. willie of course was the ultimate tormentor, but he made me stronger than anyone else ever had, earning his respect after weeks of brutality brought me unique satisfaction, the smallest sign of approval from willie was reason enough to keep breathing. I understand why people look back on those days with resentment, but I don't. overcoming the first month of abject misery was a horror, but after that I thrived. I was fine staying there indefinitely. for me, going back to the real world was a lot tougher. so if you were there in '96, the months before they moved to colorado, email me, I want to know how people turned out. I'm still a fucked in the head antisocial deviant and proud of it, but I know that if I could survive that then the only thing that can destroy me is me and that strength is priceless.
does anyone know willie's last name? I had a really good friend there named sara from a town near bloomington indiana, it would be great to find her if she's alive.
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