please, please, please except my apologize for yelling @ you, (ripping you a new one). I'm sure you understand that in my head it was the only way I was getting out. Get on third phase, get a car and leave, simple. Sorry again....really, I didn't care if you sang in your head, picked something up w/o asking...I just really needed to get away from the place and I did...4 times. My favorite was at Brian L's host home. There they had a lock on the window that allowed the window to open 6 inches. I dropped my shorts right in the very inside of the closet and waited and waited and waited....with 5 others in the room, I retrieved my shorts from under the closet..tied my bedsheet to the bunk bed and shimmied my torso out the two story, 6 inch window opening...no shit, no shirt..my body was so bruised and scrapped....but I did it, to be caught and returned just days later. God to have been a fly on the wall when they woke up, I cracked up the whole time, and I love Brian L to death. We were buddies, but again I had to go!