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The reality of prisons. Please dont read if you dont want to know.
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<blockquote data-quote="BusynMember" data-source="post: 682952" data-attributes="member: 1550"><p>Wow, GN. Freaks. That brings back memories lolol. I remember freaks. Wow. And the greasers who beat them up lol. Fonzie was no greaser. He was too nice and didnt drink or do drugs lol.</p><p></p><p>I was a "nothing" by choice. Many of us were. We sort of dressed like hippies because we liked the style, but the similarities ended there. I was a semi conservative kid who didnt do wild stuff or drink or take drugs. I also didnt do school...lol.</p><p></p><p>I had a few friends, mostly younger, and had many spectrum symptoms. I hung with kids mostly from Chicago. I tried not</p><p>to be home because it wasnt pleasant there, especially for me. Although I didnt like parties, drinking or drugs, my close friends did. My mom didnt drive then so I had constant access to our 1968 bell aire and would take my friends to wild parties where i was bored and ususlly the only sober kid there and the pot and cigarette smoke choked me bad. Id stand outside a lot.</p><p>Sometimes I liked to do things that freaked out the kids doing psychodelics, such as putting shoes on my hands and making them walk. It is not hard to amuse a room full of drug users.</p><p>I remember being shocked one day at Belmont beach. There were cops and they were flirting with us and smoking dope with my friends. I was very naive and probably had my jaw on the ground the entire time.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BusynMember, post: 682952, member: 1550"] Wow, GN. Freaks. That brings back memories lolol. I remember freaks. Wow. And the greasers who beat them up lol. Fonzie was no greaser. He was too nice and didnt drink or do drugs lol. I was a "nothing" by choice. Many of us were. We sort of dressed like hippies because we liked the style, but the similarities ended there. I was a semi conservative kid who didnt do wild stuff or drink or take drugs. I also didnt do school...lol. I had a few friends, mostly younger, and had many spectrum symptoms. I hung with kids mostly from Chicago. I tried not to be home because it wasnt pleasant there, especially for me. Although I didnt like parties, drinking or drugs, my close friends did. My mom didnt drive then so I had constant access to our 1968 bell aire and would take my friends to wild parties where i was bored and ususlly the only sober kid there and the pot and cigarette smoke choked me bad. Id stand outside a lot. Sometimes I liked to do things that freaked out the kids doing psychodelics, such as putting shoes on my hands and making them walk. It is not hard to amuse a room full of drug users. I remember being shocked one day at Belmont beach. There were cops and they were flirting with us and smoking dope with my friends. I was very naive and probably had my jaw on the ground the entire time. [/QUOTE]
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