It was a pretty warm winter that year as I recall.
I was still on third phase and going to Dixie. My hell home had Terazzo floors, yet I never had any newcomers sleep on them unless they wanted to.
As stated before, this was not my home, but the home of my stepbrothers. If Michaelberry Finn made you sleep on the floor, I am really sorry about that, but the only way I could have changed things was to kill the sumbitch. I was pretty much a Straightling Zombie by this time in my program. Spending all damn summer in Milton Roy in constant thirst for 98 days and then another 63 in Milton Roy with nothing to do but listen to the desparate confessions of other kids who had no way out but to comply had turned my damn brain to mush. Once I finally reached 3rd phase and got enrolled at Dixie Hollins, I had a purpose, and that was to learn all I could so that once I got the flying fuck away from my family, I would never once, be put in the position where I had to rely on them ever again.
I held onto that Credendo so damn well, that I have little to do with any of my family at all anymore. They are a completely different species to me now. Happy Martin Luther King Day, Mike and if any of those atrocities happened to you at my host home, I truly appologize. I now remember that I did sleep on the living room couch alot and that may be why I cannot remember much about the newcomer situation. I had 9 weeks to make up a whole semester of failed Algebra and History and had shitloads of homework every night to do on the dining room table. It only made sense that I sleep in the living room so I would be the first one up to get the coffee going, the breakfast table set and ready for the newcomers before the dropoff at Doug Daly's house in Kenneth City and then the short walk from there to school. God, I was such a Zombie, my whole life was being lived for the benefit of others. So many things were happening in the world, and I wanted so much to be a part of it. Riding back to Straight in Rick Humberts piece of shit stationwagon every day from school, and rocking out to Cheap Trick and Toto, or maybe some Southern Rock song that was gasping its last breath of air time are the strongest memories of that time. There are also some painful memories as well, but now is not the time. Take it easy Mike, and if my idiot stepbrother made you sleep on the floor, sorry about that, take care man -Bob
[ This Message was edited by: 85 Day Jerk on 2003-01-19 22:28 ]