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Nothin' at all.( How I got court ordered/cop-out#4)

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Deprogrammed:
Ye ok, man?

-DP :smile:
In order to live free and happily you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice.
-- Richard Bach

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starry-eyed pirate:
One night as my host bro and I passed the newcomers off on my other host bro, who was from PA(springfield was a huge program, there were kids from ever'where), we went to get away...we went into my brothers' bedroom, my real brother, not a cult brother, my real blood brother.  He was 3 years younger than me but still had a real nice record collection under his stereo.  My host bro sat on the opposite wall from me as we listened to one Neil Young record and then a Pink Floyd or Grateful Dead record and we began to talk.  I don't remember who crossed the line first, but suddenly we were talkin' about "druggie" stashes and how we were still in love with our "druggie" girlfriends.  Neither acknowledged the others' transgressions but speakin' for myself I took much comfort in my host-bros words.  It was a test to make sure it was what we thought it was.  We were both full of shit, as they say, and now we both knew it!

After a few minutes of talkin' about all kinds o' things that we shouldn't have been talkin' about ever't'in got too intense, I mean I became paranoid and nervous...we dropped the conversation, sorta just acted like it hadn't even happened and went back to just goin' along with things for a while, for another week or so anyway...

starry-eyed pirate:
I think my timing must be off tonight...

None the less... My host-bro and I had both taken employment at the same landscaping company, "Green Thumb Enterprises".

One mornin' as I woke up and realized I could not go into group one more day, I put my blue jeans on under my Green Thumb uniform.  I felt real awkward and paranoid and was sure someone, maybe my dad would notice the jeans under my uniform pants.  But no-one did.  Somehow, I got away with droppin' my newcomers off at the buildin' 'n' ever't'in without anyone noticin' or reportin' me.  My host-bro and I were dropped off for work...

starry-eyed pirate:
Once at work, in the shop that is...I tried to get some distance from my host-bro, but he was perceptive and followed me, knew I was up to somethin'.  I sat down on some steps in the shop, which led up to a storage area above the garage.  He asked me $tr8 up: "Whats' with the blue jeans under the uniform ??"(once on the run I didn't want to be easily identified in a Green Thumb uniform)

I tol' 'im $tr8 up I was splittin'

He responded to me: "I'm gonna split too, but I was gonna wait for a paycheck"(That would have been a smart move, but I was completely full of shit and majorly paranoid and just couldn't hold out any longer)

I said:
"I can't wait, I'm takin' off right now!"

He decided to split with me...

starry-eyed pirate:
Fuck!!...this is a long story and I just wanna walk away for a bit...there is a part of this story that is real hard for me to tell...especially to you...

I'll come back to this in a bit or when I can...

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