Seems like I'm a few years behind the majority here. I was in the Marietta Austell Rd Straight from March 1988 to January 1989. I remember Clay when he was a staffer.
My name is David Briley. Some of my highlights include: sitting on 1st phase for six months, successfully escaping the car in the parking lot (in the morning) with Ricky and Maurice as the oldcomers, coping out off 2nd phase after a week of being back home, tricking oldcomer Jeff into unlocking the phaser room door at 6 a.m. at Art C's house. I just roamed Art's house all alone until they woke up. Their whole house was sealed. I should have broken a window to get out. I also tried to kill a guy named Tim in the middle of a rap. I attempted to rip his throat out.
By the way, I have never tried to rip someone's throat out outside of Straight. Straight almost turned me into a vicious killer. I used to plot stomping an oldcomer's neck while he slept so I could kill or paralyze him and escape at night. I also considered breaking windows in phaser rooms to use glass shards to slice the oldcomers up and anyone else who got in my way of escaping the house. I also got into Satanism while I was there. I never once have had any such thoughts since I left Straight.
Twice, I managed to convince psychiatrists I was psycho so I could get a two week and a one week vacation to Northside Mental Ward during my 9 months in Straight. I LOVED NORTHSIDE! heheheheh
My time at Straight ended with a "withdrawal" thanks to my parents. They sent me to a cushy place called Rapha for two more months to please the court (to finish my court sentence).
I was put into Straight because I stole cars. No, I didn't steal cars to do anything drug related. I just liked picking up girls I knew, or cruising to Atlanta to hire hookers.
I drink beer sometimes. About 3 or 4 times a year I wind up having dinner at a restaurant, and I order beer. It's either beer or lemonade for me in restaurants, since I don't drink caffeine. I'll drink two beers, maybe three, but I never can stand four. It's safe to say I am not an alcoholic.
I often wonder about that girl who left Rapha (while I was in there) to get interned at Straight. She was pale-skinned, black-haired and her name started with a J.
It's horrible that people are/were being treated the way Staight treated us. I'm glad my psychosis was only a reaction to the situation, and that it did not become a permanent part of me. 15 years later though, I still have nightmares.
[ This Message was edited by: JDavid on 2003-01-19 05:02 ]
