Gduncan,
Thank you for that post.
It made me see our old building in my minds eye so clearly, my eyes started to water.
What you said about the songs and the 3 second water "gift" also contributed.
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'm going back to that fucking building and ask if I can walk through it - especially if I can do the exact same route when I first entered.
Going into the building itself seemed normal enough.
Being interviewed by some bonehead who is paid to tell you and your parents that you are a "druggie" (my mother still spouts that word 14 years later).
No suprise there.
An easy sell to most of the naive parents.
But then . . . they grab your beltloop and walk you into that disturbing room.
The one with 250 people thrashing their arms and jumping up and down in their chairs.
I started fighting those fuckheads right then.
They looked like they were insane, part of a cult.
It was the weirdest thing I had ever seen.
And then, I told these people to take me to jail before I hurt someone.
5 point restrain - hands over mouth.
This was my first day.
When I was in jail for having some weed, at least I could see my girlfriend, sleep when I want, not be deprived of food, shower however long I want, see my parents and talk with them on the phone (or anyone else for that matter), not be hit, spit on, made to talk about sex.
The list goes on and on . . .
Anyway, I am going to walk through that place again.
I think it would be good for all of us who suffered in those buildings to do the same.
David
M.I.A. 88/89
