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It's been a long time, but I vaguely remember a guy named Bob McIntyre. I beleive he was a newcomer of mine. I remember lots of freckles. Could this be the brother of the hated girl you are talking about. Bob was a good guy, kinda skinny with freckles, Irish. 1981 or 1982 I beleive. Don't remember no sister, but I think they were from the Virginia gang.

On our ranch we have 5 horses, maybe 20 dogs, 10 or so cats, so needless to say I love animals. I would recomend the humane society, they help out alot. Unfortunately, I am here in Florida, so it would be tough to get the dogs down here, although I do have compassion for you and your plight. God Bless you and keep up the good work, we need more people like you that have a heart. Everything will work out.

I'm think'n, that's a darn good idea. I may go with that one. Only thing, I'll for sure turn my butt right darnit in there stupid ittle face, yep, like the champion.

I guess I'm too fucked up to care hardly anymore. I have tried to handle these problems for along time. I am really amazed on the impact that this program has had on my life and others. I go here sometimes just to see how fucked up others are because I know I am. Delusions and still freaked out moments about that place in St. Pete. As a matter of fact, I haven't been back to St. Pete since I left the program. If I went back I would start feeling like I was in Straight. Well, maybe I can get over these problems, I laugh usually about these things. I just want to live, be happy , do what I want to do in the name of peace, that is all I want. I do not want strong love anymore, to me I equate this with disaster. Sorry, but I really want to make people see that straight wasn't what it was all crocked up to be. All these post seem like little dreams to me, reminders of problems that really need to be addressed, solved, and diluted.

Last year a couple moved in across the street and I found out she was a probation officer. About a month or two later I had some trouble with the law and was put on probation. I was assigned to her as my officer until I came in, she realized who I was and there was a conflict of interest. I was assigned a new officer, which was one of her buddies and my life was hell for a year until I got off probation. I remember I didn't get tested the first few times so I thought it was safe. Stupid me, I came in stoned and sure enough was tested and I had to get down on my hands and knees to not go to jail because my judge was the judge with 0 tolerance. A week before I was to get off probation I woke up to find our circle blocked off. I asked my girlfriend what was up and I was informed there was a murder suicide next door. Her husband shot her as she walked in the door and later killed himself. It's weird, I hated living next to her while I was on probation because I was always afraid she would see me doing something.

I don't know where this is going? Very confusing. I would think that one could plant a seed, and even a strain from Amssterdam. Maybe this is a foolish thing. I beleive in life as I know it. I hate the fact that there is a demon. Perhaps, the seed of truth will provail. Maybe, even tkhe cockroach on my ceiling would agree that the difference in life is the pleasure indeed.

That would be funny, we all get together and form a big cirle holding hands. Sing cult songs like zippedeedoodaaa. When the parents come out, we spit in there face and fire up doobies and continue ranting these insane songs. Yipppeeeeee, hheheheheh. What a riot, we kick the livin hell out of Newton and then pick up one of those blue chairs and slam it over his face. I smoke more weed, mellow out and realize this is only a figment of my imagination, a dream, one forgotten.