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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Long time no see
« on: October 27, 2010, 11:55:40 AM »
What up everyone? :twofinger:

News Items / Going Undercover at Impact House
« on: November 14, 2008, 10:43:19 AM »
Going Undercover at Impact House
Hardcore recovery
By Mark Groubert
Published on June 25, 2008 at 5:10pm

"Lift your nut sack.”


(Click to enlarge)

I hope I never hear this phrase again.

Popeye, a 50-year-old, cornrowed black dude wearing white surgical gloves, is now pointing out what to look for to a concerned 20-something kid named Manny. I am their anatomical test dummy. I stand stark naked in a small shower room at Impact Drug and Alcohol Treatment Center in Pasadena. It’s the most hardcore rehab in town, they say. I am quickly finding out why.

“Now turn around, bend over, and spread ’em,” barks my anal examiner. Manny gives me two paper towels to stand on while Popeye does his examining. Manny looks on like a protégé admiring his mentor. Even I, a pretty damn good extrovert, cannot come up with any small talk.

Also read Addiction: Buying the Cure at Passages Malibu and Rehab or Bust: A Guide to L.A.'s Drug and Alcohol Treatment Centers by Mark Groubert

For the record, only Jim Stilwell, the legendary executive director of Impact, knows I am here undercover. When I first suggested the idea to Stilwell, a burly 60-ish biker type with a walrus mustache, I had to drop a bunch of names to widen his comfort zone. But to his credit, the savvy ex-junkie quickly got it. He had nothing to hide. According to Stilwell, everything would be standard operating procedure. I would be processed as a regular resident and treated as such for the duration of my stay. No employee or patient would know why I was there.

After an hour’s worth of paperwork, I am led into the main yard of the 130-bed facility. I have never been a patient in a rehab, and it’s like walking into another world. Some really hard-looking men (and women) chain-smoke on the outside patio. There is no swimming pool here, no equine therapy or “talking sticks.” There are carrots but no carrot juice.

I am given the 21-page Residential Client General Rules. A young gap-toothed kid named Michael takes me into a tiny, empty office to go over them page by page. It takes an hour.

There are many, many rules. Most are harsh, some are weird: No sunglasses, no tattoo paraphernalia and no haircutting articles. Portable TVs are allowed in rooms if the resident is Third Phase. Second Phase residents may have radios. No radios or TVs for First Phase residents. It all seems very foreign. Very cultish. Very prisonlike.

After the examination, I’m finally turned over to my impatient “daddy” — someone who shadows your every move for the first few days. You are his “baby.” In fact, everyone calls you baby. Not in the Sinatra way but in the infant way. It is all very humiliating. This is by design.

My daddy is a 50-year-old Latin gangbanger named Lorenzo, who did 21 years in prison for various infractions, one of them beating a man nearly to death with a pipe for refusing to pay his rent on some property Lorenzo owned. Lorenzo was a professional dope slinger. He also put in custom-made windows. He tells me he had seven years clean, when he “got busy and stopped going to N.A. meetings.”

In Impact for the past six months, he had worked his way up to Phase 3, the highest at this facility, when he was inexplicably de-phased back to square one. As he told me his crime/addiction/recovery story in the tiny cubicle that was his room, his eyes moistened. He took pride in Phase 3. He couldn’t fathom what he had done to deserve this “demotion.”

“I need to keep these in my pockets,” he mumbles, gesturing to his fists. He is a tightly wound guy. Very rarely smiles. When he does, it seems forced. Like someone is watching, and he has to do it. He is a good man. He wants it bad. I hope he makes it.

Lorenzo passes me an additional set of handwritten rules, headlined: “Getting Your Wings.” (Getting your wings is Impact-speak for shedding your Daddy.) I read the forbidden“Five F's”:

1. Fighting

2. Fucking

3. Fixing

4. Flirting

5. Fruiting

The first one, I quickly get. No fighting. Easy. The third rule, no fixing. I can see that. Numbers two and four, fucking and flirting — these are really, really frowned upon. (As we walk through the woman’s section, I am instructed to yell, “Man walking here,” which I do rather meekly. I’m so terrified that I keep my eyes averted and my head down.) But number five? Fruiting? What is fruiting? Is it like fisting but with a papaya?

I would later learn from John Albert, who spent 18 months in Impact and ended up working on its staff from 1985 to 1987, that “it all started with [Epitaph Records founder and Bad Religion guitarist] Brett Gurewitz. He would get his dealer to throw oranges loaded with dope in there, then he would sit up at night and do speedballs.”
Linch~~This goes on for 4 pages heres the link ... -recovery/

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Jimmy H found dead
« on: February 12, 2008, 12:59:57 AM »
Jimmy Haggard found dead possibly murdered Sat night. R.I.P.
 He was in straight in 1980s

Let's talk about the weather... / Morgellans\chemTrails
« on: February 03, 2007, 12:07:08 AM »
agine living with constant crawling, itching and biting sensations.

Imagine having skin lesions, some small and superficial, others deep non-healing wounds, which break out all over your body and extrude strange, unidentifiable fibers.

Imagine that you have experienced such cognitive and neurological decline that you are no loger able to work.

Imagine that several of your family members have come down with the same symptoms.

Imagine that you are afraid to visit your friends, hug your children, sleep with your spouse because you are concerned about spreading this disease.

Imagine watching your children suffer from a disease that is not recognized and has no known cure.

Imagine going to your doctor for help and being told that your symptoms are purely psychosomatic.

Imagine feeling so physically ill, and feeling so completely alone and abandoned by medicine...


This is the reality for thousands of Morgellons disease sufferers.


In January 2007, we created this webpage to share some of the stories of Morgellons sufferers, to demonstrate how the disease has affected people?s lives.  We believe that these stories provide compelling evidence that Morgellons warrants a swift national response.

addys. Fuck govt spying..Fuck webmasters looking up your IP!
Badass shit here: Virus free as well ...Again this is all Free stuff
Youll wanna run this in tandem as well:

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / MDMA injection
« on: May 15, 2006, 07:23:00 AM »
Whats my drug of choice? Well what have you got?I dont go broke and I do it alot..[ This Message was edited by: linchpin on 2006-05-15 06:31 ]

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Junkead
« on: May 15, 2006, 07:08:00 AM »
Nothin better than a dealer whos high, convince them to buy...

[ This Message was edited by: linchpin on 2006-05-15 04:08 ]

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Illuminati
« on: May 12, 2006, 12:40:00 PM »

Let It Bleed / Illuminati short vid
« on: May 12, 2006, 12:39:00 PM »

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