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none-ya:
How about it? Anybody else have escape stories? I was successful on my second attempt. Sitting in group that's all use to think about. If we all rush the door there's no way they could of caught us. Stupid sheeple!

starry-eyed pirate:
Thanks for your response Froderick.  I had to look up "supplant" in the dictionary, just to make sure I understood it correctly.  The first definition I have for it in my big Websters Encyclopedic Dictionary is:  To take the place of (another) especially by force or treachery.  I like the way you used it.  That is exactly what I'm tryin to get at.

Some people have said things to me before, as I've posted over the years, to the effect that I should just "get over it" or "stop living in the past".  It's not that simple when you're not in control of your own behavior, when your own natural will has been supplanted by Straight Inc. programming and your intentions to socialize only result in alienation and confusion and pain and darkness.  One friend, who was in St. Pete back in the day, suggested to me that she had suffered much greater tragedies since Straight like the death of her husband and father, etc.  The implication being made, that I was just stuck in the past or creating obstacles for myself or that maybe I'm just immature or something.  I think comments like that just reveal an ignorance of what behavior modification is and how it works.  There is no doubt that the death of a loved one is tragic and painful and even traumatic, but it is not behavior modification in the least.  It's not at all the same type of tragedy.  When your behavior has been program modified the pain and confusion is ongoing, in the present, and the mourning is never over until the behavior is understood and re-modified into something that is genuinely and truly useful in achieving ones intended social goals.  This is a long road, especially since there was no social support or understanding from anyone after I was finally released from Straight Inc., in fact it was just the opposite and I was blamed and held responsible for the program-instilled behavior that I neither intended, nor understood.    

Believe me, if I could'a avoided decades of alienation, social frustration, economic struggle and lonesome confusion by just wakin up on the other side of the bed, I would'a' done that.

And, yeah, None-ya, they took me back to the program after that and put me back on front row.  I misbehaved and sat with my hand down and wouldn't write my M.Is, was on consequences , including sleep deprivation, where I was kept sitting up straight in a wooden chair, in my underwear, in the newcomer room, at the host home, for all but 3 hours every night. The oldcomers took shifts keeping me awake and making sure that I wasnt slouching.  The laws of the commonwealth of VA required that I be allowed at least 3 hours of sleep per night, so I would finally lay down to close my eyes around 3am and have to be up for the trip into the building by 6.

none-ya:
Were you court ordered, or family placed?

starry-eyed pirate:
ey none-ya.  I started off family-placed, but ended up court-ordered.  I was charged with grand theft auto on my 4th cop-out.  My host-bro and I stole a work truck from the landscaping co. that we were working at and were arrested in Monmouth co. NJ.  I spent about a week locked up in Freehold detention center up there.  What a trip.  Crazy muthas in that joint.  I could tell ya some stories about that place too.  They extradited me back to VA and I spent another 3 weeks in the Fairfax co detention center, but that wasnt scary or bad at all, it was all cushy.  Fairfax co. is a bunch of totally wussified and subservient-fraidy-cat rich folks, livin in fear of nature. ... :rofl:  :roflmao: ... Anyway, 22 years later, having been out of touch for all that time, I talked to the kid who I stole that truck with, and actually he did the driving, cause I'd never been behind the wheel before, and he told me that when he went to court for it up in Monmouth they let him off, cause the judge up there thought that Straight was fucked and he ended up having to spend 4 months in some Mickey Mouse rehab where he snuck in the sacred herb an stuff and got high in there.  The Fairfax co judge I went before was all about Straight Inc, wish I could remember his name now, anyhow, He sentenced me to one year in jail, but he suspended it upon the condition that I graduate from the program, so thats what I did.  I was young and intimidated by the system at the time.  I'd heard adults stand up in group and extremely nervously talk about bein gang raped in jail.

starry-eyed pirate:
Yeah, you're makin me remember how I put my blue jeans on under my khaki work pants that morning.  It made my pants look all puffy and I was nervous taking my newcomers into the building that day.  I dropped them off in an intake room and was in turn, dropped off at work with my host bro.  Once at the landscaping garage he straight up asked me..."what's with the jeans underneath??"

and I just told him I was boltin.  We had already been testing each other for weeks.  Talking about our old "druggie girlfriends" out of ear-shot of anyone and stuff like that.  So we both knew we were gonna leave soon.  He was also a serial cop-out.  So that's when he said..."I was gonna wait for a pay-check."

But I told him I couldn't wait and we both left together and stole that truck a couple a days later and drove it to NJ and I already toldja what happened.

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