Thanks for your response shaggy. Yeah invisibility...whew, that would be cool. Well, I guess disappearing is a little different than bein invisible, but yeah, I know what you mean.
I been chewin on all this for quite a while now. Some folks says I'm irresponsible, but it's called dysfunctional. I remember back to the days before $tr8, in the boys room at school, what was written above the urinal: "Straight is a pussy factory", yeah, that's what it said. I wasn't, shall we say, "aware" of $tr8, had only just moved to VA from CA a few months before. And when I got to $tr8, cause I was such a wild, uncontrollable, unintimidatable force of nature, I looked around, and noticed some of the wierdos from school. Some of my classmates were in group. They weren't druggie friends. I never had no druggie friends in the program. They were my classmates. Maybe 5 or 6 that I recognized as the really plain and unsocial people who seemed to be withdrawn from the mainstream. And when I got to $tr8 they all acted like they'd been expecting me for some time. It's strange how even now I can remember former staff as one of those weird kids standing at his locker as I walked down the hall, and at the time I didn't even know he was in $tr8 or even what $tr8 was, but I had read the bathroom wall. I didn't know he'd once been a cool kid, but had been turned into a subservient slave of babylon-wuss, Pinnochio becoming a donkey under the whip of the fat master, by $tr8 Inc. I 'd a long ago left the image, of him at his locker, looking completely isolated in his neatly conservative appearance, out of my mind if I hadn't then had to go through group while he was on staff. Yeah, what a trip. And there were a few others I had similar memories of, that I recognized over my first few days in group. Of course I drew the heat, cause I ran on my first day and nearly got away, and all these MFs had been waitin for me. If only I'd had some way to heed the uncanny warnings the universe had provided for me...