Jim--my roommate

Jim went to a catholic school. He was also a jock and a chick magnet. He always had chicks calling him, but none came over--I always thought of course they wouldn't come over they were of a fine upbringing being catholic and all...He worked on Watts restaurant as a bus boy...he had and endless supply of energy always on the go. He met this girl who lived in the valley of Old Kingston Rd. Her family ran the horse stables there..They had paths down there that led through to morningside park...you could learn to ride. Well Jim being well a boy...he said he could ride...so His girlfriend brought out her horse..she said it was a good horse..but it had spirit. She wanted to walk with Jim on the horse while she held the reigns but after a couple of minutes Jim felt confident that he could ride on his own...So he took the reigns and head off in the opposite direction from us...he was doing very well..when all of the sudden the horse broke out into a gallop....His girlfriend yelled to pull back on the reigns ...show the horse that you are in charge of him...all Jim succeed in doing was turning the horse around ..now he was heading straight back to us....the horse was coming fast...you could see its head fighting Jim's commands as the horses head was now tilted at an odd angle....as if looking up at Jim and questioning what the hell are you doing ....the horse turned it's head just in time to see the only frigging telephone pole on the property...it darted left around the pole sending Jim flying off on the right...flumph...he landed with a thud...he landed hard.. He got up and brushed himself off...his girlfriend retrieved the horse and came back and said he did well ..and asked if he wanted to give it another try..he said naw not today..he just stopped by..and had to do some homework, maybe tomorrow he would go riding with her...he pushed me along as I was petting the horse...He said come on we have to go now....with that we walked out of the park and started up the hill....he asked me if his girlfriend was out of eye site..I said yeah..she rode off in the other direction..checking again just to be sure...why I asked...he then collapsed beside the graveyard...rolled on the ground back and forth...moaning oh man..oh man...I am hurting bad...He finally stopped rolling and just lie there...I said you want me to get you some help..he said no..stop talking as he had to use all of his energy to focus on easing the pain....We stayed there for awhile in the graveyard..I walked around looking at the some of the grave stones...man there are some very old head stones here...I noticed that most people were old..very old...80's and 90's....hmm. they might have had a rough day to day life but they sure lasted a long time..as I pictured the battery pink bunny...anyway I laughed at my inside joke wondering if I should share it with Jim and thought not...as I noticed that it was starting to get dark...I no longer wanted to read the grave stones...I said come on Jim we have been here at least an hour...you have to get up..he said ok..I had to help him...he leaned on me as we got to the top of the hill and back onto Kingston rd..somehow we made it home..He crashed right away..damn maybe he had an concussion or something..I think you are suppose to keep them awake...I tried to wake him up ...but he said if I disturb him again...he will throw me just like the horse did to him, if I woke him up again...Damn Jim had the staunchest arm pits...they smelt like ear wax...Jim was one of those guys who had to shower at least two times a day..but looks like he wasn't going to this night oh lucky me.

Smile--I am a paid Polaroid camera man

I got this camera that was an instant Polaroid camera. I bought some film and took some pictures..Holy shit the film was about $11 bucks, for instant it took some pretty good quality pics...Lloyd, yup the same guy who wanted to slice my throat...He had this habit of sitting at the table and while in conversation with anyone would look down at his arm and flex his muscle..he then like the A535 guy start twitching his muscle as if he just newly discovered he could make his upper arm move...He was so lost into himself you could have been saying anything and he just tuned you out just like that as he got so engrossed he just stood up and walked out to go to the bathroom room and start flexing his muscles in the mirror--with the door open...Anyway he saw some of the pics I took and saw that they weren't blurry--so he said that he would pay me to take pics of him..$11 for the film and another $11 for my time...Wow my first gig as a photographer. So everyone heard about it and wanted to watch the shoot..I loaded the camera and he would pose and I took the pictures...Well into the fifth pic he started to show more skin...he became the director of the shoot and even added the other guys into helping by holding a lamp he took the shade off of to get more light on himself so there wouldn't be any dark areas in the pics. Near the end of the cartridge he started to show some moon shots...Yuck I said what are you doing...he said what the hell I am paying you...its my dime...just shoot the pics...or give him all of his money back...I said what the hell man...I already shot over half already...So he got all of the guys to also agree that I was paid to take the pics.. and were also saying that I should just do the job he paid me to do...ohhh., all right...so he now had his helpers to get in the shots...he was now nude and he had one guy holding a hockey stick supporting his balls...with the other guy crossing the stick right at his winky blocking it out of the pic...He called the shot high sticking.......He then wanted to get a blue angel on film...so He counted down as one of the guys held the lighter to his ass....I was to shot when he got to three...wow I said you can fart on command...he said he could..so without any rehearsals he posed and counted down on three..He let one go....click...I got it...he then started to burn his ass hairs were on fire..one of the stage hands started smacking his butt with a shirt...what a hoot...one of the other stage hands said they should piss on him to put out the fire...well finally I was out of film....I said ..well thats it..I am no longer in the photography business....I don't care how much he paid me...this was too much artsy for me....With that I put away my camera...and spent the $11 bucks....lol oh yeah..the pics got taken away by the staff ...they called it child porn....and destroyed them...well so they say they destroyed them...

Bob--the staff

Bob was introduced as the new staff . He was overweight and looked like an Ex-cop he smoked at least two packs a shift. He was as sharp as a cop also...He was in tune of when something was up...and seemed to know just where to look to find where the beer was hidden or where one of the guys stashed his drugs. He was also hip with what was up with Kathy--He was one of the first who saw how Kathy bullied the kids around...he questioned her on her decisions...he suggested other ways to punish the kids instead of making them lose face in front of their peers..He treated the guys very well--and in turn gained the respect of the guys....Kathy didn't like the new turn around of the house. She didn't like the way the guys started questioning her intentions...her "because I said so" were not washing anymore...Bob just keep telling us all to question everyone...ask why someone is pushing you into a corner...try to figure out their intentions..Make them accountable for their actions...but in turn you also have to be accountable for your actions. Treat people the way you want to be treated...but he added don't be a dick ..If Kathy says to do your chores and you ask her why..then you are being a dick and she will then have a reason to belittle you..don't give her a reason...Damn Kathy was sure getting pissed as everyone was good when Bob came on shift and she hadn't put any taken away anyone's allowance..btw where did that money go--when their allowance was taken away?--hmm-well anyway...The other staff sensed that Kathy was losing her grip and also jumped on the treat the kids like human wagon..The atmostphere started to clear...and everyone seemed to be getting a little happier...well except for Kathy..lol...This was about the same time as the Childrens aid society put in an undercover social worker---He was a tall black older guy who smoked a pipe and had thick black rimmed glasses..His car was a grey maxitor--Yeah really eh...some amc product..never ever saw another like it..Well he also put the screws to Kathy--questioning her on how she was running the house...Kathy was feeling the heat...She jumped on her chance to gain back her throne at every turn...Bob took in one of the guys who was in the system since birth..a crown ward..He felt that to throw him out into the world alone would just spell disaster..So he had a huge house.Bob lived with his girlfriend and also..he took in his mother..and now he took in this kid...I wanted to see this Sammy as I got along with him..He was like I, a victim of a dysfunctional family..not put in Kennedy house by the courts..he also saved me from being assaulted by a bunch of guys when they had a bottle of this stuff called locker room...they would exhale and then put their nose over the bottle and sniff it up...they would then stagger back and look as if they were going to pass out...I said they were nuts...sniffing fumes ..they insisted that I tried it...I said forget it...they moved in on me and were going to make me sniff it...Sammy went to get a staff and they had their bottle taken away...So anyway.....Bob said his girlfriend ok'd to me coming over to see Sammy and just get away from the home...So after a midnight shift I went to Bob's house..He thought Sammy was suppose to be home but he wasn't--he said he was baked...the plan was for me to spend time with Sammy as he had to get some sleep...I said no problem....I would just watch tv and wait for Sammy--Sammy came home and we talked...he just bought some beer he opened one and gave me one.....As I wasn't much of a drinker I nursed the beer slowly as the day marched on...Sammy had to go out and meet his girlfriend so back to the tv...Finally Bob's girlfriend came home...she was busy cleaning up and making dinner..she seemed nice...Barb one of the other Kennedy House staff was going to swing by and pickme up so they were going to have dinner early...Bob got up and asked how it was going? fine..I said . how was the time spent with Sammy I said ok.. but he had to leave to see his girlfriend..So we sit down to dinner for meatloaf...Damn I put it fist bite in my mouth and I got a migraine...My taste buds went whacky ...along with my sight...They could see I was having a problem..they said hey if you don't like it don't eat it...I said no...no its of ok...After eating half I couldn't eat anymore...I was feeling really out of it...Barb honked and I jumped in her car...I wanted quiet as anyone who suffers from migraine knows...I figure it was the spices in the meatloaf that triggered the migraine...Barb was asking my questions...as she wanted to know why I fell asleep as soon as I got in her car...I said long day....and I wasn't feeling well...I asked to pull over and puked...I got back in...and she said hey smells like alcohol...I said hey..stop smelling my puke eh!! She thought I was drinking at Bob's---and that was why I was sick...she didn't buy the migraine excuse...I insisted that I had a migraine and that was why everything tasted funny..and why I felt tired...I only had the one beer that Sammy gave me..and that was earlier in the day....but I couldn't tell Barb that...Well she passed on the information to Kathy and Kathy fired Bob...saying that he aided in contributing to a minor by giving me alcohol...I said this was not the case.. I had a migraine brought on by the spices in the meatloaf.....Since at the time there was no union and he faced criminal charges if he didn't accept his dismissal...He agreed to leave....He assured me that it had nothing to do with me..as this was what Kathy was waiting for and jumped on anything that could get rid of him....Bob assured me that this only delayed Kathy's future...as she was still under the microscope...and it wasn't him that she should have been worried about...

Ever heard of don't play with matches?--mini bombs

Chester sure had stories, he said that he was admitted to Kennedy house due to his mom being on special investigations and was deep in Africa under covering terrorists. He told one story of how his mom made a bomb out of model paint bottle and matches.....Yeah right we all laughed as we played risk---of course he had his armies all in Africa--he said really you could make a bomb out of match heads. So risk game abandoned we all pooled our matches together--hmmm our resident bomb specialist-Chester said not enough matches--so he said he would just make the wick...so he gathered up the materials needed to make the wick--wax paper---aluminum foil--and lastly our matches....he took a knife and deheaded all the matches--then chopped them up..Till they were a fine powder--laid them out on the piece of wax paper and then wrapped them up..then again wrapped them up using the aluminum foil...The staff watched also as like me thinking Chester was going to be caught in this tale. We all went outside and he lit the wick.....whoosssh--damn it worked.....yup you guessed it......We headed off to the store and bought a whole pack of matches must have been 50 matches in the package--and then bought a bottle of model paint...dumped the paint out..and washed the bottle out..dried it and then everyone got to work on the match heads...Chester made another fuse, and put a hole in the top of the model paint bottle...then packed the matches powder tightly around the fuse..we went outside and stood back .....booooom!!!--damn thing exploded with so much force that it blew the bottle into thousands of pieces--the lid was never found the only thing left was a dark patch were the bottle once stood..Shit good thing we all were behind the garage when it went off...Well Chester's creditability was knocked up to the top....maybe his mom was undercover in Africa afterall............