Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform > Straight, Inc. and Derivatives
Nothin' at all.( How I got court ordered/cop-out#4)
starry-eyed pirate:
Like...I think if this thread was an episode of "The Streets of San Fransisco" that would pro'ly be the end of "Act One"
Act "2" opens with 2 juvenile males approaching their former place of employment 2 full days after having dissappeared from work and the "program"($tr8) they were in. It is a dark spring night about 11pm, no-one is around...they have the key to the shop and use it to open the door and go inside...
starry-eyed pirate:
Thanx Deprogrammed...I'm O.K. Your concern is nice.
Anonymous:
Im listening :smokin:
starry-eyed pirate:
Thanx I'll see if I can muster the ranks...I got Johnny Cash on the turntable now..."Folsom Prison Blues" and "Live from San Quentin"
starry-eyed pirate:
So it was a dark spring night and as my host-bro and I approached the shop/garage I questioned my course but truly felt I was righteous, even unto stealth. I mean that at that point I was not so much concerned with upholdin' the law as I was with escaping from $tr8. It had been my host-bro all along with the grand and elaborate vision of our escape and not me. I would have been content to just run as far as I could by my own feet, well and see my sweet druggie girlfriend too...but as it was, my host-bro had swiped the key to the shop on the day we split and now as we approached the shop in the dark night I had no idea what he was thinkin'...
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