Hire a cook--with a kid..??

Yup only at Kennedy house ....A Pakistan woman was hired to cook...since it was only a part time job she was allowed to bring her kid with her...He was about 5 or 6....While the mother cooked in the kitchen the kid wondered around the first floor...he was an annoying kid..he cried for his mom all the time...after the 10th checking- in on him..she stopped coming....the kid started to scream...and still she didn't come...well the kid wouldn't shut up...so one of the guys walked over and yelled to shut up...the kid stopped...We went back to watching tv...then the kid started up again....the guy went straight over to the kid and pushed him over...I said hey leave the kid alone...the guy said why he is just a stinky paky...Just leave the kid alone I warned him...Damn of the kid doesn't start to follow the guy around who pushed him...The guy pushed the kid again..and still the kid wouldn't stop bugging the guy...I told the cooks kid to stop bugging the guy....thats when the Mother came in and told me to stop yelling at her child....I said she should take her kid in the kitchen with her as it might not be good for the kid to stay here..She grabbed the kid and took him into the kitchen....of course the kid strayed again...this time the kid was alone with the bigger guy who pushed him in the tv room...the guy started to push him around and kick him --but the damn kid seemed like he liked it ...he kept on coming back ......soon the living room was full of guys taking turns pushing and kicking the kid around the room .. the mother would check in on her son...and he would be laughing --so --she happy that he was being entertained she would go back in the kitchen ...well it carried on till the kid started to hit the guys back that kicked him...so the guys hit him harder...and the kid would hit harder...the game was over...the kid smacked on guy who said he better leave before he really hurts the kid..as He stands up the kid wails him in the nuts....DAMN ...as the guys smacks the kid so hard he goes smashing into the wall....the mother sees the kid go flying into the wall......gathers up her child and just walks out the front door......she too never came back...

oh man --why me..:( --not again...

Here we go again...another new staff member...this guy drove a nice pickup truck...had the running boards..cap...big tires..dual gas tanks...Then we met the owner...this guy was tall.....and skinny...but he had hips...his body was odd...he also had a beard and glasses...Then he spoke...I thought maybe he was joking or something...he spoke like Michael Jackson..he even had a lisp in his speech...Well talk about feeding the lambs to the lions..this guy you just knew what last the week...For some reason he centered me out....what the hell ..eh?? Am I sending out homosexual body language cues..? Whatever ...So this guy is stuck on me....grooming seems to come to mind...great Doug..John...and now this guy...Ok so I am asleep in my room...and I slowly woke up to this guy standing over top of me talking to me in my sleep..with the lights off....I think what am I dreaming or something?...So now I am fully awake and lay there listening..while this guy is talking to me in the middle of the night..he is talking about me putting my pride in my pocket. and just carried on from there to knowing how I feel and how he understands me better then I.....He then slips a note under my pillow...and exits my room...The next day I wake up and wonder did I dream that...I check under my pillow and sure enough there is a note there...Put your pride in your pocket...you are loved...One of the guys--Dave noticed that this --MJ was paying too much attention to me..and how I was ready to go in shock as soon as the MJ approached me....Dave came in my room and asked me what is up ...I told him about MJ and how he comes into my room at night terrorizing me by talking to me while I am asleep...I showed him some of the notes he was sticking under my pillow..Dave was listening while picking up my screw driver...he asked what the hell do you use this for? I said I got it on sale...it seemed like a good deal at the time...Dave said come on lets go outside....and with that he said he had an idea....he grabbed my screwdriver and mallet and we went outside..he slid under the pick-up truck ....I asked him what are you going to do? He said he was going to put a hole in his brake line so when MJ hit the brakes he would crash....and that would teach him to f..k with any of us...I said now hold on Dave this guy is a fruitloop but he could get hurt...I don't think its a good idea..With that Dave said too late....I said shit..Dave this is serious--he can't go out on the road with no brakes...not only could he get hurt, but he might also go out of control and hurt someone else...Dave said so what ...he shouldn't be whispering sweet nothings to guys while they sleep and slip notes under their pillows...I smelt gas...gas was dripping from his truck...man it was pissing out now...Dave what the hell did you do...shit man...Dave laughs and says....I guess it was the gas line and not the brake line....as he was prepared to go under and give it another try....I grabbed the screwdriver and said NO!! thats enough...The next night MJ comes into my room again...He starts to chat...I don't know how long he was there, I fell asleep while he was talking...I woke up as He sat on my bed...ok this is something new....what next...another John repeat....Just then Dave comes into my room, and turns on the light..starts yelling at MJ...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE WITH THE LIGHTS OFF...AND WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING AND LEAVING NOTES UNDER HIS PILLOW?---MJ--jumps up surprised ...he is holding my screwdriver...he puts it up to his nose and smell it...hey smells like gas..eh Dave? You bet...next time I won't miss the break lines....leave BOB alone..you sick f...k. The next day we found out that MJ quit.......thanks Dave.....:)

Hire the ex-con--what the....?

Well sometimes you hear about a total mistake and you wondered who let it get this far down the road without intervention...this is one of those...
Blue lips---We were introduced to a new staff member...this guy was huge...right from the get go he let everyone know that he was an ex-con...his claim to fame was-- he has been there.....been where? Yup he has been to the big house and he was going to be our inside guide to the prison system....his message was either shape up or you will also go down that road to hell...Well he carried the 'tough love' too far...the guys lost respect for the con...He was suffering from a heart problem which caused his lips to be blue in colour...As soon as he tried to assert himself as a staff member...the guys that were an hour ago sitting around the table listening to his every word as he described the 'big house' turned the tables on him...I was in the other room not interested in his prison tales..but could feel that something was in the air....started off with one of the guys not wanting to do his chores..so blue lips ordered him to finish his chores...Well with that the guy let loose ...He said why the hell should he listen to a jail bird...then finished off the verbal assault with addressing him as blue lips...That was the beginning the guys went wild and all joined in ...almost to a chant they surrounded blue lips....circling in ...blue lips felt the weight of the crowd...with that he broke...he got up and grabbed the chair and whipped it behind him...tossing it like it weighed nothing...the chair hit the kitchen wall and the steel legs folded and twisted like it was run over by a truck....The wall had also sported a new dent from the attack..With that all the guys backed off....oh yeah he got their attention alright...he cracked...and almost as if everyone knew --at the same time this guy wasn't right for this crowd.....'blue lips' packed up and never returned..

Continued--child labor-part 3

She said that she liked to work, it was fun and she also met interesting people...as she gave me a kiss on the cheek................her dad arrived home a couple of hours later..Sue said to wait in her room till she had a chance to talk to her father.. After awhile she bounced in and grabbed my hand in hers and half dragged me out to meet her father...He was a big man...tall..he had a drink in front of him....and was on the phone to his office to look up Ted's license information...As if on instinct he knew that someone as seedy as Ted would have a spotted inspection record for his operations. Happy that he had what he needed, he called the airport and booked me a flight....I told him that I didn't have any money that Ted wasn't going to pay me.....he laughed....we will see about that...Sue also laughed too....reassuring me that her dad knew how to handle people like Ted...Sue's dad drained his drink and said ok....lets go....so we all packed up and headed out to the car..We arrived at the ex..the guard stopped us and Sue's dad flashed his inspectors license and we all got in with no problems. We headed to the tent...spotted Ted and he says well now what do we have here....daughter brought her daddy to collect her pay...well I already told ya young lady ...you don't get paid till closing.....Sue's dad motioned Ted to sit down...and then told Sue and I to go say goodbye to all of your co-workers. All the staff was watching as Ted was telling Sue's dad how it was to be....Sue's dad took out his id...and passed it to Ted...you could see how Ted's jaw dropped...now that the ball was in our court..it was time for the serve...WE were motioned to come back to the table. We sat down as Ted was blubbering to Sue's dad...his demeanor had changed and he seemed to be sitting in the folded chair a little lower...So he again asked about my pay..this time Ted whipped out a huge wad of money...and started peeling off 20's--he said here you go..and I will even through in todays pay...even though I skipped out on him taking his best waitress with me....Sue's dad inquired about the plane fare home....Ted was starting to shift in his seat and grow a little taller...Sue 's dad started to ask Ted about his seating capacity of the tent...and about his last inspection...how he had some warnings...and if he corrected any of the violations yet....Ted sunk back down into his chair and keep peeling of the 20"s...He finished giving me all of my money and now he said that he would like to pay Sue now also...As he peeled off the 20's for Sue he started to say to her that He was sure she would sleep sound tonight knowing what she did here tonight...She said yes indeed she would....Ted started to whine and Sue's dad stood up and said well I think we all got what we needed to...and with that he said it was nice doing business with Ted..and he would be pleased to take a personal interest in Ted's licensing affairs while in Manitoba..with that Ted shut up and we left...we drove to the airport and my plane was boarding....there was no time for proper goodbyes so we just kinda hugged and I ran for the departure gates. When I arrived back into Toronto... There was no way for me to get home, I called and called I assumed that Ted would have called the home telling them that I was coming home...but he didn't...I called the house and still no answer....I slept at the airport in the chairs and waited for the buses to start running again...headed home ...of coarse no one was there...so I went over to a friends house..finally I was instructed to head over to Kennedy road house..on Kennedy rd.

Continued--child labor-part 2

The daylight hours flew by most likely because our poor livers couldn't dilute all the alcohol. Man all the partying at night was starting to wear me out....by day 3 it felt normal to sleep in till 12pm..work your ass off all day and finally take your first break at 1am when the park closed...bloody slave labor....more like child labor...Then we would break out the booze. One night--morning one of the Kennedy road guys was in our trailer drinking...we were all baked and this guy wouldn't go back to his trailer..finally he leaves...we are all passing out when he reappears entering the trailer again..he hands one of the guys a beer...and says here you go...finish this one beer and I promise I will leave...so the guy goes to take a swig and he feels the bottle is warm,,, he spits it out and says what the f..k you pissed in this ...didn't you...well with that the guys is all proud of himself --I lean over my wooden bunk and call him a low life piece of shit..who would piss in a bottle of beer and then offer it to someone to drink...with that one of the older guys finally kicked his ass out of our trailer....Morning came and and went we were all greeted with our cheery bossman Ted..."get your f...king asses up--- drink all night is fine but be ready to work the next day."I wanted to ask him how his back was...mine was killing me sleeping on a wooden bunk is losing its zest and what made it worst was knowing that Ted was all refreshed sleeping in a nice comfy hotel bed..
The rest of the tent staff were getting along fine...I really liked this girl Sue..and she seemed to like me also..we were hitting it off really good...she and I were slowly shutting out everyone else making our world smaller...Ted even saw her hanging around my pop machine so he ordered her to waitress on the other side of the tent...didn't matter though she still came to my side to get the drinks customers ordered...even though the other pop guy was closer. The low life that pissed in the beer was giving me the hairy eye-ball ....I just gave it back to him...I then asked him why he would do that to a fellow Kennedy house resident...he told me to go f..k myself...by this time it was known between both tents what he did....everyone was giving the guy shit.....he also seemed to be jealous of Sue paying attention to me also...He was showing her the American coins he got from the customers and he said that for every American coin he would take and replace with a Canadian one....Somehow this seemed like stealing ....I questioned him as to why he felt that he could do that...he said that Ted wasn't getting ripped off...he wanted so much for the food so he got the price he.wanted....and the customers paid for the food and they paid ..so they got what they paid for...he was just replacing the American coins with the Canadian one..and would wrap the coins up and would make extra money once he cashed them at the bank...Well he seemed all proud of himself again with this little con...we all thought it was too much work for the rewards...
Sue was over at my pop machine again...chatting while suppertramp was blasting ...my fillings seemed to be getting lose with every start of bloody well right so now they seemed to be floating in my mouth as the album looped again....My mom gave me a 50 cent piece ..I carried with me kinda as my good luck charm...I pulled it out showing Sue how it was working as it caused us meet...the beer pissing guy also saw me pull out the coin...said hey where did you get that...I said my mom gave it to me...why? He then said most likely I stoled it...most likely some customer paid for their pop with it and I stuck it in my pocket.....I said just because he was a low life criminal doesn't mean everyone was....with that he shut up.....Ted seemed to stick around tonight instead of heading out to the hotel....he waited till all the tables were cleaned then had everyone gather around....he said that he had found out that someone was stealing and fired their ass...Everyone looked around and and took note of who was missing....it was one of his set-up/tear down and maintenance guys.We all knew of him, but no one really knew him...he was kinda of quiet..the only time I remembered him was when there was a wind storm and it was so windy that the tents were ripping, so he suggested that they move the trailers to block the wind this idea saved the tents...Well with one man short we all would have to take up the slack ....so we all had to put in more effort...With that he said meeting over...tear down tomorrow night....after the fair closes...we can sleep while on the road...because we should be rested up so when we get to the nest fair we set-up because there was no way he was going to be shelling out money for motel rooms........
The next day...Ted was arrived early he called another meeting and he this time asked me where I got my 50 cent piece...I said I got it from my Mom,,,, and it was my good luck charm...he said yeah right...He said that I would be going back to Toronto after tear-down...if I didn't hand it over to him....I said it would be a could day in hell before I give it to him....He said thats fine...I will be going home and He wasn't going to cover my plane fare home...and because I didn't last the whole season...I would have to pay for my plane fare out here....therefore I wouldn't be getting any pay...I again said that I didn't steal from him...that the coin was mine ,,,but he insisted he knew he was right............Sue also knew that I didn't steal it...and tried to step in to talk to Ted...but he said what is going on here...He said that I should keep my girlfriend quiet or she too will be fired too...With that everyone worked silently...tension was in the air....Ted could see that we all were starting to whisper and everyone was starting to look him straight in the eye...for a boss that ruled by fear he could see that he was about to have a mutiny on his hands...the only one that was working was beer bottle pissing guy...he said something to Ted and Ted said shut up you idiot this all started with you....damn beer bottle pisser set me up--shit!!....Ted started to yell and treat everyone like shit...finally Sue said lets leave...So I got my clothes and we left....We got on the bus and Sue reached over and held my hand and said its ok..you will see my dad will fix everything...We arrived at her home in no time...It was huge...I asked her...you guys rich ?? She said they do pretty good, her dad works for the government. I asked her why she had to work

Unsupervised child labor

Summertime in the city, and time for the house to close down to save Ed some money, but no worries he has been in contact with someone who said he had work for as many guys as Ed could provide. It involved transferring the boys out of Ontario and across Canada. The idea of it was to give the guys some real work experience and most likely introduce most to the only people who would hire them. One of the requirements was to have short hair, working with food all had to be up to code. I laughed yes all must be legal......as I wondered being a ward of the children's aid how they would feel if they found out about its wards and charges crossing provincial borders under the care of a carnival business man? Yes meet Ted--We arrived at his farm to view his two semi-trucks which would be our home, and house the tents and equipment while on the road. Our first fair would be in Manitoba--the Red River Ex. It was explained to us that he would drive the trucks out early and set up due to school being let out when it did , he had to set up to be ready for the ex on opening day..so we would have to fly out to Manitoba to catch up with him....after that we would tear down-travel across Manitoba and hit the next province etc.set up .. Till we would work our way back to Ontario. This was a full time summer job. Hmm where would we sleep while we were on the fair grounds, he said here come take a look....with that we went to the trucks...Wow what pieces of shit these rigs were, rust holes in the floor...and mirrors falling off...Ted seem to read what I was thinking...he said don't worry you won't even recognize the trucks once he throws on a coat of paint and fixes the holes..We inspected the trailers and he said see where the stuff is stored on the bunks shelves...once they set up the tent this trailer will be empty so you throw your sleeping bag on the wood and thats your sleeping quarters...I don't get it we are to sleep in a storage trailer..no windows one freight door and one man door..in the summer time? The more I saw the more I didn't want to go...Then I found out that no staff were going on this cross Canada adventure...I didn't like Ted..he was very rough type of guy..swore all the time...and just didn't seem like the type of guy that should be left in charge of a bunch of youths.....Upon arriving home the other guys were happy at the thought of crossing Canada working in a carnival..I was not..I voiced this to Kathy and she said that I had no choice but to go as they were doing the annual close down of the home and there would be no staff here therefore no kids....I kinda of thought about that and said whats the difference, there will be no staff on this cross Canada adventure either.....I was told again I had no choice but to go..the matter was closed as the kids going camping were already planned and all spaces filled and the Kennedy road house was full. So with that one of the staff said that they would save the house money and give everyone a buzz cut as per heath code for working at Teds fair fast food restaurant. So out on the porch a kitchen chair was dragged out.......And one after another the guys who were going were given the buzz cut......damn as my hair was being cut I thought this is it ...I am really going on this trip....A tear hit the table cloth they used for a drape over me -- I said that some hair got in my eye and it was tearing up........
Well the day arrived and all going were driven off to the airport. We caught a flight to Winnipeg Manitoba....The pilot looked like he was in some movie airplane.....he beamed brightly at being recongnized and said why yes he did....he sat down on the arm of the chair and chatted with us about his movie experience....I think someone even got his autograph...man he was there a long time...I asked who is flying the plane...he said the co-pilot...I said oh....I was wishing the guys would stop asking the pilot about his movie career and let him get back to flying the damn plane....this being my first airplane ride I was very nervous as it was...and having the pilot sitting there on the arm of the seats back with us was making me more nervous..finally he finished bragging about the movies he appeared in and went back to the cock-pit....
We arrived in Manitoba and were picked up by Ted...he said that the trailer was still not fully unloaded so he would have to waste the money and get a hotel room for us......One hotel room I asked he said yeah, what the f...k he hadn't even made any money yet this season and already he had to shell out money looking after us....don't be asking for any breakfast in the morning we will be starting out to the fair early and we can eat there...tent one should be up and running by the time we get there....well with that we unrolled our sleeping bags and fell asleep....We packed up early and arrived at the Red River Ex.. We were escorted to the site...right away Ted started to swear and yell and his fair hands as nothing seemed to be done. The second tent wasn't even unpacked yet.....The hell I am going to pay for a f...king hotel room again for those guys as he motions over to us....with that he barks orders to everyone...we start setting up the tent. One lead hand says to me to hold this two foot spike straight while he sledge hammers it in.....I look at him as if he is nuts....I will not kneel there holding this spike while he takes over the head swings aiming at this little spike head....Ted yells get the f...k out of the way you pecker head. He tells the lead hand to hold the spike and Ted drives the spike in...one hit...two hits...damn three hits and it is in through the pavement. I wonder who repairs the holes in the parking lot after the ex is finished.....I ask Ted as he is still laughing at putting the spike in 3 hits.......he says who gives a f...k. Man we work till midnight...how can there be so much work involved in setting up a tent....This tent was huge though...must be able to seat hundreds...we all sat down at the tables we finished unpacking...he surveyed his tent finally set up..said good...get to f...k to sleep we still have alot of work to do. We climbed into the trailer we just finished unloading....and passed out. Second day we slept till 9am....wow we got to sleep in....someone asks where was Ted the boss? The lead hand says what you think he stays here...he sleeps at the hotel....great....well I hope he slept well. We arrive at the first tent and they have breakfast on....We eat then Ted arrives and he wonders why the second tent tables aren't cleaned yet? He starts to bark orders.....I was wiping down a table and he says to me what the f...k are you doing....he yanks the cloth out of my hand and says to use your full hand to wipe, not just a corner of the cloth...with that he says to everyone.HEY EVERYONE HE SNAPS..that I was useless at even table cleaning and I should be shown that if you don't give your all...you to will be punished... you are here to work...not a f..king holiday great I was going to be used as an example to everyone...he tells me to follow him to the back of the trailer and I was given a knife and my chore was to peel this biggest bag of onions I every seen. he said to be not get any of the meat of the onions and to just peel the skins off...and he will be checking on my progress....To this day I gag if I smell onions...I couldn't get the flipping smell of onions off my hands no matter how many times I washed my hands...and I had small onion cuts...that started to hurt...he says on one of his progress rounds that I was to get something to eat...and to learn how to work the coke machines....Well it looks as if everyone was given jobs to do....cooks, bus boys...and me the coke guy. That day lots of girls arrived on site--this was to be our waitresses...Ted says he hires the good looking ones..it helps draw in the people...damn as soon as we all dawn our waiter waitress uniforms the people start arriving...I am beside the horror house that has supertramp crime of the century on a loop...damn how many times can they play that...lots as I found out throughout the week....My job was to serve the waitresses when the sit down customers order the drinks...to fill their orders and also for serving the walk-buys........We had another coke machine on the other side of the tent with a Manitobian manning that machine....he was yelling ice cold pop.....get your ice cold pop here......and just like supertramp he yelled that like he was on a loop. I thought to my self there was no way I was going to battle the fun house supertramp and yell that silly line out....Ted at the end of the day...counts my cups and says that the other guy sold 30 more pops then I....I said it was most likely due to the sit-in customers as I couldn't see how yelling out ice cold pop could draw people in....He said ok....tomorrow you work his machine....that night a guy sold us alcohol..for only a couple of bucks mark up...damn you could get anything from a carnnie...they even had drugs but as far as I knew no one bought any....man we drunk...and drunk...Till. we got drunk...well with no adult supervision these guys went wild.....they went cruising for parties at the other rides and tents. I had all the mix I wanted from the coke machines...they came back to get some more mix...and said to come with them...they met this guy who had a small costume jewelry booth and he had this chick who was hot....We slowly made our way back to the booth...I said its closed maybe the guy hit the sack...like I should.....he says naw come on....we left up the flap and see them making out on a mattress in the middle of the booth...her boobs were flying like she was a cow girl riding a bronco....she was aware of the crowd and seemed to enjoy putting on the show.....the guy finally says he man can you guys give us a minute here............we all close the flaps and then a minute later the girl says ok...its clear....as she is smoking on top of the wet mattress...the guy is trying to get up but slips...damn as he holds up a sticky hand...she's hot eh?....they start chatting with us...and the girl asks us if we have any money....as she left a leg showing her dark patch.....The guys explain that we don't get paid till the end of the week...she says that you all come back then...ok ........all of you's ok...and with that we went back to our fresh air deprived trailer and passed out....

Scarborough Mirror

While working at the printing press place of the Scarborough Mirror, they asked if anyone wanted extra hours by helping the cartage company deliver parks and rec magazines that the printing company printed up..I thought this was good a job for a couple of weeks full time. Damn the work was hard...and some of the drivers were really lazy..One guy unhooked the tractor at a rink centre. He dropped the trailer and said that I was to start to unload the trailer and he would be back later .He said he had to see his girlfriend as she was upset and needed him....Well here goes..I started to unload the trailer into the store room, the driver was gone for hours...I worked hard and steady...I was almost finished when the driver returned...He was amazed that I done so much and we then finished the rest of the work together. He dropped me off at the printers --Newsweb, he thanked me for doing such a good job. I arrived home at Kennedy rd. home and it was late....I had to walk home as the TTC didn't run up as far as the home was....by the time I arrived it was late and all the guys were asleep. I went in and this woman was on night duty..She said hello and wondered where I got to as It was pretty late and next time I should call if I was to be out so late due to work. I said ok..She made a tea...a herbal one..and made one for me also...we talked for awhile..she was really nice. I asked if she could write down the phone number to the home as I didn't know it. She did so and slipped the number into my back pocket..and patted my pocket and said there.....hmm, I took another look at her nope ---it wasn't John in drag. Well I enjoyed our late night chat but I was really tired. I said that this was the hardest I think I ever worked. She said she had just the cure ..I thought I did to..bed...She said here she does this all the time when she is really tired...she took me into the bathroom and started to run the bath...I said maybe I should just go to bed ....she said afterwards...she ran the bath so there was 4 inches of water. She instructed me to get in....she said its ok...get in....you can leave your underwear on if you like....yay I will thanks..She said it would be better if I was lying down but if I left my underwear on she could also do work her magic...only I will have to stand up in the tub, as she leaned over she washed one foot --her top was loose and I caught an eyeful..as she bent over--my God was I to lose my virginity tonight.? As she rubbed my feet I steady myself holding onto her back, as her head nuzzled against my groin..damn this was good...there she says as she looks up to me ....how does that feel --ahh..go..goo...goood I murmured. She says enough for today...she says slip off the rest of your clothes and have a nice bath, as she fills up the tub, I wash up and she comes in and takes my dirty clothes as she says she will wash them up...she brings down my pj's to slip into. I then hear a car pull up followed by voices in the house...It appears that one of the boys home visits wasn't going well and the parents brought the kid back to the home. Well so much for 'what next'--I finished up and walked by the room full of emotional parents, mother crying as she begs the staff to somehow fix her rebellious son with a wave of a magic wand. Damn I shoot the kid a look that could kill...well asshole you ruined my night...bastard...!!! Well the rest of the summer was uneventful , John didn't seem to be around and next night I was looking forward to seeing that woman....but she wasn't on...no more late night baths that summer.

Transfer to Kennedy Road house

Once you hit 16 or over you were expected to get a job for the summer. Kids under this age went to camp. This was good for the ED as he could save money by shutting down one house. Also Kathy took 10% of our pay and we were to receive this when we left the care of the group home. So I packed my stuff and headed out to Kennedy road house the first 'KENNEDY HOUSE'. This house was so far in the sticks that even the TTC didn't come this far above Kennedy rd. It was a huge old farm house..nestled between two giant electrical towers. We drove to the back of the house and all farmland surrounded it. Amongst the electrical towers. It was explained to me that they could grow their own food and that even Moringside home benefited by this...(hmm, didn't the govt. set aside a food allowance for the homes...well I guess ED was on top of it and the rebates were in the mail..lol)Where Kennedy house property ended was growing was huge crops of goods, The land belonged to Ontario Hydro and Kennedy House had the go ahead to grow anything they wanted to on the land, in exchange the home had to keep the grass around the towers trimmed. Seemed like a great trade off. The guys at this home were rougher then ours..I guess this is where they stuck the career minded criminals. The neighbors at Morningside would have a fit if they saw this bunch hanging around the home, welcome to hell 2...Greeting us was this stench--it smelled like a shit...I asked one of the guys at the home did they just fertilize the crops ...this sent him laughing and he had to share it with the rest of they guys...so they all start laughing...I question them whats so funny? Its the shit hole they tell me, its all backed up. I was shown where I was to sleep...and unpacked my clothes and then went to check out the rest of the house. This house was huge. Night time was quiet too quiet...I was use to the drone of traffic on Morningside ave... but nothing came along Kennedy rd after six. It truly was country. It must have been the country air as I fell to sleep early...I was awoken by someone's alarm clock..it wouldn't shut off. I got dressed and went downstairs...What the heck was everyone up already for?..I found out that most had to go to summer school.....giving the type of guys that were warehoused here, I found that not a surprise. So I got a coffee and sat in the living room, staring a bust of John F Kennedy...hmm maybe this is where they got the idea as to what to name the houe in the beginning...I was shaken out of how they picked the name of Kennedy house by seeing John march in...All the guys went nuts when they saw him...Hey such a following wonder what his secret is ....The alarm starts up again, It is coming from the bedroom off the livingroom..there is a bunch of guys standing around the door way. John is in there and all the guys in the door way are going wild....too much excitement for me this early in the morning..as I return to the kitchen to get some more coffee. I thought the best way was to stay out of the way of John. One of the guys says to me that I have to see this...John has a cattle prod and he is going to zap the guy who won't get up. I said no way...they can't do that...the guy looked at me as if I was from out of space...what do you mean..John zapped him with it the other day because he slept in.....I went over to the bedroom and peaked over the shoulder of the guys at the door, and John had this huge baton stick, and on the end of it were two metal prongs that looked like nipples on a battery. The deed was already done..So back went the cattle prod into its secret hiding spot in the office. You wouldn't think that it was legal to use on a human, if it could get a 800 pound animal to move....would ya? Well now the kids were really hyper --John comes out and says to guys settle down you girls...John turns to me and says that they look like pretty girls eh..? Where the hell is John going with this...I wonder...I continue to sip on my coffee..so he takes three of the guys into the corner and whispers to them....The three guys exit the room. and John stands there staring at me.....winks and says just watch.....in comes the 3 guys with their pants down..showing just their pubic hair---see I told ya they were all girls..I couldn't believe that this whole morning was happening ---The guys had no penises--!!! What the hell? John says take a closer look, move forward guys...I said NO its ok... I can see...John says to the troupe to take a bow,. and they bow to me--John is staring at butts intently now...and a evil smirk draws across his face....something is really wrong here....John then instructs the boys to turn around and take a bow...well who would have known you could do that....! All three had mushed their goods and put them behind and up and inbetween their legs giving you the illusion that they had no penises--John then instructed them to take a bend again and again, seven times in total.......and they all laugh and John says there the official 21 gun salute welcoming you to Kennedy Road. More of the guys were watching and some drop their pants and practice the maneuver--checking in with John to see if they were doing it correctly..This went on for awhile and wondered what was to follow--what could follow next....and then we hear a car come into the driveway, John yells that is enough...everyone pulls their pants up...and as the car pulls behind the house, John reaches for his cattle prod and goes out the front door and puts the stick into his trunk...and then goes around to the back of the house to greet the next staff member who is on next shift.. John comes into the livingroom and says ok.....NOW EVERYONE SETTLE DOWN....lets keep this quiet.....OK as he turns to me shaking his finger in my direction......hell I thought who the hell would believe it anyway..........tomorrow I think I will just sleep in...since I have already had my 21 salute welcome......

Back to the GARAGE.

The garage has all since Becky's condom party been sealed. Well not to make it out to be a sex den but then again........
To all those who donate to worthy causes I would like to thank you, as one who was on the receiving end I was always amazed at how generous people could be...tickets to sporting events..circus...car shows...cne...concerts...heck even eat more chocolate bars. Well a new shipment of donated clothes arrived. I kinda was surprised that we would accept clothes as the government set an allowance for each kid...If in that allowance they stipulated that a portion was to be set aside to clothes.....what happened to the money saved from donated clothing....I would assume that Ed cut the government a cheque and rebated it back to the people of Ontario...yay right..lol...ok.........So Kathy came in on her day off.....as she repeated so many times as if queuing the rewards man to hand her prize. Here is how this was all to go down...We were to go over to the garage and try on some blue jeans in the garage that were donated...the order was to be done by rooms and they were starting at the top. So the guys in the attic went over....they arrived back all excited with their new pants, and I started to get up and one of the attic guys said that Kathy wanted the room at the other end of the house to go next...hmm, you would think that they would go left to right..instead of right to left.....so I sat back down ...guess I was to be last at this blue jean give-away--hope there was lots of blue jeans. One after another the guys went over and picked up their jeans...now it was my turn........I had no roommate at the time so I went over alone....In the garage Kathy sat around a whole bunch of boxes with blue jeans spilling over the tops..and pairs of jeans spread out over the couches and chairs...As I entered the garage Kathy again sung here tune....how she was working on her day off and was tired so she wanted to get this over with a.s.a.p. She went over to a folder that had my name on it...she thumbed through it and came to a wardrobe sheet.......on it was a minimum and maximum requirement for my whole clothing wardrobe. I was to enter in my measurements as Kathy measured me and called out the numbers. She started at the top measuring my head for hat size, and my arms etc....I asked if I was to get jeans today then why am I getting totally sized...she again sung the Kathy tune how she was working on her day off and how she was doing it all for us ungrateful kids as she spit out another measurement shouting to write it down...ok now the inseam.........she instructs me to stand up straight and look forward...she puts the tape measure between my legs ......and I backed away in shock......I said "HEY"...She now sung the Kathy tune again and this time she shouted to stand straight up......again she took the measurement. Strange how she took the left leg and the right leg inside measurement...seeing that the size sheet I was recording the measurements on didn't call for both(this was explained later to me that it was ok.. she was FEELING for what side I hung on.......WHAT THE...) OK this inside measurement seem to drag on longer then the other measurements, and she keep on sticking her hand with the tape measure knudging up against my crotch...I look down and she is on the floor kneeling at my feet, her face level and inches from my crotch...yup you guessed it...what the hell man talk about wishing the big guy to go back to sleep....damn how many times does she have to keep nudging..and snuggling up to my crotch..she said that I have to spread my legs so she can get a proper measurement..damn what the hell was she doing all this time if she wasn't measuring in the proper place...more nudging well she didn't have to repeat that I should stand up straight....I WAS..finally she got the measurements and I recorded them...she then zips over to a box and says to try these on....and again she says do it quickly as she sung the Kathy tune again...I said is the washroom unlocked...she said do it here now...what the ....here I have this hard on due to her snuggling up to my crotch and now she wants me to disrobe in front of her......She said either I try on the pants now, or she will come over and do it for me....I slip off my pants, taking a peak ..I see Kathy looking for more pants in a box..so I start to relax a bit...wishing the big guy would settle down...I was trying to put the pants on as quickly as I could but they were stiff, I had one leg in ..and was trying to put the other in when I felt the weight of her stare...shit she was looking at me..she looked up and our eyes met...I in shock and hers kinda glazed over...suddenly she sang the Kathy tune again........and told me to hurry as I was the last one and she wanted to go home.................................me too.

Edward the director--hey he his not that bad of a guy..

Ok, so if you have read just a snap full of events that took place under Ed's care--you might get the impression that he really is out of touch with his group home operations. But there is a solid base from which Edward first started out. It is not his fault that he surrounded himself with people with their own private agendas. There was this one time that Ed come to my rescue, when we had to have a bike to go on a class trip..He said that I could borrow his ten speed. After the trip I was riding around the neighborhood and was trying to figure out the gears, so I was on a side street and changing gears and looking down as I was riding seeing how the chain changed the different sprockets...as I was looking down a car parked in front of his house, and he just got out, as I rammed into the back of the car with such force that it bent the forks on Eds bike......The car was an old one, and the owner said don't worry about the scratch it was just another mark...thank goodness for that...he tried to bend the forks back but I bent them good....I walked to the gas station, and the mechanic said hmm, no problem..took the front wheel off ..stuck it in a vice and bent the forks back....I tried to pay him and he said hey don't worry about it....just watch out where you are going eh....So now one last hurdle....telling Ed about his bike...I thanked him for the use of it, and then I started to tell him about hitting the car...he asked if I was ok? then asked if the bike is ok...I said yes...he said then hey babe it s all good...which was ok...
Ed made arrangements for a ice rink. He invited both houses to use the rink...Ed also dawned a pair of skates. I like others were skating around, while others were taking shots at net.....I was off to the side when all of the sudden my leg went numb....ouch ...what the hell...then my leg felt warm, and then blood appeared on the ice, I then knelt down and rolled up my pant leg, but there was too much blood to see how bad the cut was --just then ED said "damn sorry about that..but .you got in line of my slap shot."..I said "sorry didn't mean to". He said go into to the change room and clean up.. and he would be right in...So while he kept playing, I limped my way back to the dressing room and took off my skates..and wiped away the blood...damn it looked deep, I could see my bone. Well I waited and waited and still no Ed....Finally the time was over for the ice rink, and ED comes in....So how is it, I said I think I saw my bone...He said great thats all I need to do is sit in the hospital waiting room all night, he then questioned me again--this time very annoyed, why did I skate into the path of his slap shot? I quickly said that "I don't think I need stitches--it should be alright"...'he said you think so...good he says ...well see ya then.'........

Rape what AGAIN??--This time 2 boys at once.

Whew thank God I can't remember this attack. I must have split again during the attack but my poor roommate didn't.
Kathy was in charge of staff scheduling. So when she missed scheduled a night shift---hey look at that John just happened to be available to work that shift. Now he was a part time staff at Kennedy road home, not the morningside home. So to have him work at our house was very strange...very strange indeed. Anyway..........both I and my roommate loved tea, so when John was boiling the kettle we too prepared our cups for tea....Is this where John put the drugs into the tea? Most likely. Todd my roommate took like 5 sugars in his tea, I didn't take any sugar just milk. So when the kettle boiled John poured the water and put the milk in...and already took the tea bag out.......So we thanked him then went back into the TV room. Todd finished all of his tea, but John put sugar in mine, so I only drank a bit and poured the rest down the drain. then we both went to bed for sleep aha, so we thought. What happened during the night? Well either I blanked the night out or had enough of the drug not to recall---all I do remember is waking up with my underwear on the floor and my roommate gone..with the strange feeling something happened but I don't remember what. I know for sure that I would never take my underwear off.... Got washed and dressed for school......funny still no sign of my roommate. Time for bed and still no sign of Todd......he was gone....vanished...A couple of days later one of the staff approached me and said that he needed my help. I said sure ..doing what...He said that it concerned my roommate Todd......I shook my head showing understanding go on.......He said that a couple of days ago Todd overdosed was rushed to the hospital--he was ok and now was in tower 10 in Scarborough hospital.. Todd wanted to see me, I questioned why me..The staff said that he wanted to see a friend...and that friend was me....I thought this kinda of odd as he and I were just new roommates and didn't really know each other yet...but the staff said that Todd must have thought me as a friend so I should think of him as one as well...I said ok...I will visit him in the hospital, but was unsure as to what to say to him...We arrived at the hospital and went up to the tenth floor...We introduced ourselves at the nursing station and sat down in this lounge and waited. Todd arrived looking wide eyed and strung out... but happy to see me...So he is talking to me and mentions about the other night, and apologized to me, saying that he was forced to and asked if I was ok.....I looked at him and wondered what the hell was he talking about? The Kennedy house staff member was close and wasn't given us a chance to talk amongst ourselves..so Todd carries on and asks me how much do I remember of that night....The only thing I remember is that I woke up with my underwear was off and Todd was missing...but I didn't tell him about my underwear being off, but I did say that he was gone and questioned him as to what happened to him...He said really!? I didn't remember what happened, I again said no...why what happened I now asked him.....that is where the staff member said lets have a nice visit eh?? and with that it seemed like the visit was over....Todd left saying again....that he was sorry for what he did...and with that we left.......never to see each other again...I have visions and vague images of what happened....but between being drugged and the fact that I blocked that night out, afterall I didn't end up in tower 10--would I end up there if I did bring the memories out?..........

Well why didn't you report the rape?

I have often questioned myself as to why didn't I report the attack. Fear --Shock--embarrassment. I withdrew..I walked around the house trying to blend into the furniture, the walls--as I passed by people I looked away and wouldn't make eye contact--I couldn't make eye contact. I felt that if I looked into someone's eyes they could see the shame. After awhile one of the staff said hey man whats up with rob walks by as if he doesn't see us....so he got all the guys to mimic my behavior and they all walked around like me---we all laughed at the bizarre behavior..And with that I pushed the attack out of mind.....yeah right so I thought---till the next time................

help...Help...HELP!!--RAPE

Well lets skip a couple of years because this part keeps repeating daily. It knows no boundaries, it's a memory that plays over and over like an record album where the penny fell off the needle. It intrudes on my life then and carries the same impact as the day it happened........A staff from Kennedy road house started visiting Morningside Kennedy house because he was dating the head supervisor Kathy. John came around often--too often.........The circumstances that lead up to the event that changed my life....Kathy started to bait me and on purpose tried to get me going....It seemed odd for her to try and get my goat...looking back I wondered if maybe Kathy knew of what was about to happen and she was in on it...anyway she was trying to get me mad started to argue with me....expecting me to rage out of control...well I wasn't buying into this setup...everything seemed too practiced and staged....John jumped in and said that "I should cool down."...I repeated his statement.."cool down?--about what?"....he then grabbed me and pulled me into the living room, threw me up against the wall and held me by my wrists, with my hands above my head--his body pushing full against mine...I asked him "what was he doing....and to please let me go"-He then repeated his demands that I stop resisting and cool down........I again assured him that "I was cool and wondered why he was doing this to me". He says again "that I am resisting ,-so that I must go to my room for a time out."........."I said sure...whatever...let me go and I will go upstairs....We start to go up, "and I says to him, hey you want to let go of my wrists"--he then squeezes my wrists harder--he then makes my wrists bend forward and the pain is so intense that I can't speak let alone scream ...he leads me up the stairs.........I look over where the stain glass windows use to be and now are replaced with glass with wire inside.....somehow we made it to the top of the stairs and into my room, "I said ok now let go". He didn't respond, we fall on the bed together with him still holding my wrists..now I started to try and push him off, damn for a skinny guy he sure was strong...I couldn't even break his grip on my wrists--they were locked on...I stopped struggling buy he didn't-- started to rub his crotch into mine---what the...I can't believe this....why me, what is he doing that to me for? He positioned himself further up my body and started to nuzzle into my neck, I could smell his cologne...felt his face as he brushed up against my cheek......It was at this time........something clicked.......I got out of there....I split from myself and stood up and watched as this kid was lying underneath this man getting raped. Poor kid I thought as I looked down at John pumping his hips into the kid. Time seemed to stand still........minutes felt like hours... then .I was again beneath John, as he slowed down and he seemed out of breath as if he just ran a marathon...Inbetween his gasps of breath he finally spoke again said just be cool you had this coming..If you were good then this wouldn't have happened. He left my bedroom. I just lie there ...I could feel the blood return to my hands, and they started to throb..I could feel the pain..but funny how it wasn't registering. I just lay there ..alone ........all alone.

Becky's condom party.

Well I was in the garage with some other guys, someone donated a pool table. So it was set up in there. On the floor was one of the guys who was dating Becky's sister, he was hugging a couch pillow, and sniffy into it. Odd habit....mental note --avoid that red throw pillow. So one by one we all played pool taking our turns with Kevin sniffing into this throw pillow. I couldn't take the sniffing anymore, and suggested that he should go blow his nose USING a tissue and not our pillow's. He seemed to ignore me/us. So I was still playing pool when it was just me and Kevin. One of the staff came in doing a head count...asked Kevin if he was ok, Kevin said yeah.no..........prob...lem....man. Well he was high that was for sure, and he gave himself away, the staff approached him, and yanked his pillow away revealing a baggie of glue....damn he was sniffing glue....busted....I asked him why would he blow his brain cells away like that----he said don't knock it till you try it........Well with Kevin being busted it got everyone hyped up, so I just stayed in the garage playing pool as they went nuts in the house. One of the other guys also escaped the fun house and came into the garage. He gave me the latest scoop and said that the excitement was over, and that Becky was over.......He then told me that Becky would come into the garage and go up the ladder and that there was a mattress up there--"hmm, really "--I say--so to prove his point he mounts the ladder and throws down a whole bunch of condom wrappers. He then comes up with this great idea of hanging all the used condoms on nails in the garage. All he needed was Becky to see her condom collection on display. I was the one elected to bring her into the garage to show her the new pool table.....So I go over to the house and invite her over to the garage to see the new pool table, and it seems that everyone is following us over there, and she sees the used condoms hanging from the nails, and the wrappers on the floor, and the guy even then tossed down the stained mattress....Well that was more then she could take she ran back into the house, and the staff ran after wanting to know what that was all about....after that the garage was locked and Becky was never seen again.

Ok bend over, and lets take a look..-huh?

Well winter time, and what better then to taboggan down Morningside hill. It was a steep hill and ended in the creek. One of the older guys went first. He went down very fast--he yelled up--don't do it--its way fast and not enough of a run to slow down before the creek. Well we had the experts with us, so they said if you go down more at an angle, you won't build up the speed, and you will have more of an end run. Well that seemed to be the trick to tackling this hill. One after another they went down. Now it was my turn--I followed the path of the previous guy, and all was going well, when I hit a rock, and it straightened my sled, now I was going down head on---everyone was yelling to jump off--I was picking up speed--I put my foot out of the sled and my boot got ripped off, but I managed to shift off the sled, now I was going down the hill without a sled on my butt, I saw the sled had reached the bottom and headed for the creek, OUCH...I hit a rock...right between my legs. It smashed against my tail bone. I made it to the bottom. One of the guys reached me and handed me my boot, asking me if I was all right. Damn my butt hurt, I could feel wetness fill my jeans, either I shit myself, or I am bleeding...I limped towards the service entrance road and slowly climbed up towards the road. I made it finally to the home and to my room, changed my clothes, and washed the blood off my legs. I went down to tell the staff that I wouldn't be able to go to school, and why....Dennis said sorry but not going to school was not an option...I said that I couldn't sit in a chair all day with my butt hurting. With that I went upstairs, he came up and said he would have to inspect the wound---I said sorry but I don't think you understand, the rock hit my tail bone-as if that alone would have been enough for anyone to oh, ok......Nope he now wanted to know If I was to proceed to the hospital, so he would have to take a look---what the.....In the washroom we go, and he said drop my pj's and he sat on the floor and asked me to bend over--Well I never been so embarrassed before, as he inspected my anus, he then grabbed my cheeks and pryed them apart, I says to him what the hell....are you looking for!! My tail bone isn't in there, he said that he saw some blood and wanted to make sure nothing was bleeding anywhere else...The next day another staff member was on, and I wasn't even going to try to stay home from school--
That night Dennis was back on , and he had this way of making people do it his way RIGHT NOW! He had the biggest gob of keys that I ever saw. The damned key chain must have been over 5 pounds. One of the older guys didn't feel like doing his chores that night, so Dennis would give him to the count of 10 and then he was going to get this gob of keys thrown at him. There was no way he would throw that hunk of metal at the kid....Damn if he didn't start the count down, he got to 10 and he didn't just toss the keys at him, he threw them with such force that they bounced off the kids arm and hit the wall leaving a mark in the wall. Everyone in the room went silent....Dennis brought a whole new meaning to the word keyhole...................

Where the hell do they find these Social Workers?

Social workers were/are a strange bunch that is for sure. They say that what they do, they do for us --baloney!
For starters lets introduce Patrick. A older hippy type of guy. He reminds me of a 486 computer with not enough ram to run all the processors at once. Although a nice guy, he has this habit of shutting down to think, he makes a pot of coffee and then crawls onto the donated leather couch, and takes off his glasses and thinks. ? - I ask him are you still awake, he clearly answers yes, and says that he is a champion bridge player and is figuring out different bridge games, going over the latest game that he read in the Toronto Star. I was just asking if you were awake because you haven't touched your coffee that you brought into the off limits to all food and beverages palour. He likes his coffee cold, more flavor--oh ok...thanks. I hear some guys upstairs, calling me up. They gave me shit because they want Patrick to fall asleep so they can break into the house office and get some drugs. I caution them that Patrick isn't sleeping he is thinking....While Patrick must have been in deep thought as the kids broke into the house office--searching for drugs, they found what they were looking for gravol--they quickly took the package and then fixed the house office door, and went back upstairs to get high on gravol--can you get high on gravol? Maybe I should interrupt Patrick's bridge game and ask him.........................

Meet the board.

Still wondering how an office could be in the garage, I went over to the high school parking lot and stared at the window which was about 5 feet long and 3 feet wide, and it was mirrored. I couldn't see in. So I went over to the other side and the windows were too high, and had air conditioners sticking out...still can't see in. I then noticed that some really expensive cars were parking in the huge lot beside the garage. Some well dressed men got out and went into the office part of the garage. I then went back to the home, and finished my homework. There finally finished...I desended the stairs, pausing to admire two more beautiful stained glass windows...I could feel a slight breeze coming from the lead in between the coloured glass...I just then heard a knock on the door, I answered it, there was a Pizza guy--hey great Pizza as snack tonight whats the occasion? Just then one of the staff said that he was to deliver it to the office..around back, the guy didn't understand...so I was asked to take the pizza guy over to the office..I entered the door with the pizza guy, and was amazed that it was beautiful plush carpeting, with Chinese weave on the walls. I opened an door ---and oops found the washroom, all modern and clean. Turned and mounted the stairs, holding onto this rich thick oak railing--A desk with a fancy typewriter, and an office phone was preached on this office desk. Through a door was a kitchen and an Xerox machine, and yet another door, and there was I assumed ED's office. The pizza guy said do you know where you are going? I said not really this was the first time I have been in the office, he grunted whatever, we heard people talking --sounded as they were downstairs, man thin walls, it is amazing Ed never heard Beckys moans--anyway back downstairs, and through another door, was this huge room, with couches and chairs...man does this place ever end?--Seated were the rich guys, and then a guy who looked like Burt Reynolds comes up and says hey its here guys. Pays the guy off and , Burt(ED) says to me to go upstairs to the kitchen and get some napkins. So back upstairs I go--into the kitchen and grab a whole pack of napkins...I put them by the table by the pizza, and then grab a few and serve them around to the men. Ed says to me fetch yourself a slice. I seat myself down and blend into the furniture, they start talking about the home and asking me about the updates and if the construction crew finished the attic yet which will house a further 6 boys.. Damn there is an attic in the home, that will fit that many--must check out the attic later...anyway the board I found out is made up of some very important business people. Well that night I found the stairway up to the attic, and yup just as they stated it was huge, and still in construction stages. I come back down and one of the board guys is in the kitchen, and some of the guys know him from when they were at the other home. Doug was sitting showing them something, and everyone was then smacking the table with their knuckles.....he then sees me and says .. to the guys here watch...he tells me to come here..so I stand beside him, and he says to me, your fly is open....I bend down my head to look, and he takes his hand and snaps his knuckles into my head....oh man well didn't that hurt...The pain was so much that I couldn't breath...he then turns back to the guys and says see, if you stick your middle knuckle out about half an inch from the rest you can deliver a blow more focused then with a fist....Oh now I see I was used as a demo for beating people with more force and pinpointing the energy --much the same way as a hammer ...ok, now I feel better--not...ouch..The guys head into the tv room to try out their new found technique on each other, while Doug pulls me near, and tells me to sit down on the floor by his feet, and put my hands over my head to allow my lungs to take in more oxygen...there now doesn't that feel better...as he's rubbing my back....this guy is creeping me out...I feel as if I was being groomed for a further encounter down the road...mental note, stay away from this board member...he can get up and get his own napkin next time........

Becky 'comes' on her own.

I waited around for Becky but she was nowhere to be found, so I started to walk home, as I passed by Becky's house I saw two of the older boys from the home enter her house. I carried on homeward bound. That night as I was watching TV, I heard Becky's laugh...a kinda of high pitched giggle. I waited for her to knock on the door, but no one knocked...Curious I opened the door, and no one was around...Strange.. I went in the backyard and I could hear her laugh coming from the garage, opening the man door to the garage, I followed her giggles --what the...She sounded as if she was up in the rafters in the garage, ascending the wooden ladder to the rafters , there on a flat board was a mattress, and on top of that was a very naked Becky...Damn she was pretty--Pat must have thought so as well. He was busy checking under the 'hood'--I was still on ladder not 2 feet from them, they were oblivious to me. I thought well this is one side I never seen of Becky--Half of me wanted to stay there and just watch the show, while the other half wanted to stop the madness. Hell she was 13 Pat was one of the older guys, 17..I must save her......hmm, doesn't sound as if she needs to be saved from anything as she started to move her hips and started to moan as Pat kept working on her---I very quickly didn't want to be there anymore--and I sure the hell didn't want Pat to be there either--somehow it just didn't feel right...Well I made a noise with my foot, stomping the ladder rung, but they were well beyond hearing garage noises, Becky started to really become loud, and moving her hips wildly, Pat said hey quiet, Ed the director of the house was on the otherside of the wall, in his office. All of us went silent, straining our ears to hear if ED heard, nope--just heard the drone of CBS radio making an radio id announcement--I took this opportunity to also, make some of my own noise, I went to say something, but my throat was dry, and the only sound that came out was a giggle --a giggle that sound like a Becky giggle. Pat YELLED HEY.........HEY. 5 minutes later they both came into the tv room, and said hey you didn't say anything to the staff --did you..I searched Becky's face, she was avoiding looking at me...I said to Pat nope..good then, as he turned to Becky and said "see I told you -no harm done". After that -Well at least things went back to normal, school recess times never flew by again....................

Becky's first visit to 'THE HOME'

It wasn't soon after that Becky wanted to come over to the group home....to check it out. So after school went walked the short distance past her house and continued up the street to my new home. I opened the door and informed the staff that I had friends over from school. They said that I could show them around the ground floor but no visitors were allowed up to the bedrooms. As we toured the house, all the boys eyes were on the girls--It was like hanging a steak over the fence of a junkyard, teasing the dirty dogs, only these steaks were doing their own taughting and waving. It was then that I felt that this was a mistake--too late though. The girls sat down at the kitchen table, and yes so did most of the boys... I looked around at my fellow group home guys, and wondered what were they doing eyeing my school mates like that , hell they were old---16 and some even 17. I also sat down , but soon bored as the girls were the centre of attention and it wasn't me they were batting their eyes at. So I went upstairs to inspect my newly finished room, and to put away my belongings. The guys called up to me a couple of hours later and said 'my school' friends were leaving. So I opened the bedroom door and called down to them that I would see them at school tomorrow. Some of the guys offered to walk them home, I just closed my bedroom door.."yeah whatever"

West Hill P.S.---School first day....

Well the sun did come up after all, I survived the first day--but no time to congratulate myself. I had to be ready for school . I was sure that if I was tardy, it would not be taken lightly--as I touched my cheek tenderly. We arrived at the school, nope not the one beside the house, but a 10 minute walk down the street. It was an old school and had no machine shops or home economics or art studios like my old school Thistletown Middle School. I was half expecting all the kids to be wearing blue jean coveralls and sporting straw hats, sucking on a weed.
Once settled in to the class, I felt the 'new kid syndrome' all eyes watching every move I made. Damn finally a break-- recess. Wondering around the school grounds I was drawn to two girls who were kinda of watching me with interest--hmmm, maybe this isn't going to be that bad after all. Thats all it took, for me to acknowledge their stare, and they bounced over to where I was standing. And I mean bounce....man must be the fresh country air out here, especially one girl--Becky was her name as I was to find out later. Hi we all exchanged greetings. They found out that I lived at 'THE' group home. And that fact somehow made me unique. I questioned them --why? They said that the whole neighborhood heard about the new group home and that they all wanted to stop it from being brought here to their community because they didn't want a whole bunch of young criminals being warehoused in 'their' backyard. Well I found out that Becky lived with her mom and older sister. The other girl--Leslie kinda gave way to the more out going 'healthy' girl. So if she talked I wasn't listening as I was glued to Becky's ......movements and wild gestures. As if she could see that I was spell bound, she decided to play a game called 'grab bag' and with a shrieks she grabbed my --well....BAG---ouch. This game was new to me, and awfully painful too, so Becky then said the other part of the game, was to grab the nipple--and tweaked her friends nipple, with the accompanying words--GRAB NIPPLE---TWIST--damn now that I knew how to play.......Well that was one of the first times recess ever went so fast in a long time.

Well lets begin......Once upon a time......

Well lets begin......Once upon a time......
Well I arrived. I was 13 and very nervous and scared. I took in the view of the huge old house it was in the stages of being renovated. I was directed to the front room which was to be the TV room. Inside was 3 beds and a whole bunch of junk. I was told that I was to sleep here for awhile till they finished the bedrooms. Great....It was bad enough that I was dragged out to the sticks , Scarborough Ontario, but now to find out that I was shoved into a home that wasn't even finished. I surveyed the room--the TV-room...Which had no TV...And gazed upon two stained glass windows...I walked over to the windows and looked out to see a huge school. I then turned to the left and traced with my finger the coloured glass. I thought to myself well this place can't be that bad if a pretty fragile window can survive here, then maybe I could too. Just then a woman burst into the room, --"please be seated on your bed here, I would like to go over some of your file with you." Well at least I knew now where I was to sleep--I sat on the bed, then she too lowered herself on my bed. I shoved over very quickly to make room for her--she was in my space-my comfort zone. She got down to business--laying out the "rules" of my new home. I was to be on house restriction--no leaving the Kennedy House residence without permission, bed times, meal times, and I was expected to do chores. Gee this woman, was scaring me.....I wanted to tell her that I was a good kid, and I really didn't belong here....I was a victim of a dysfunctional family, I didn't get placed here by the courts....Just as I was about to interrupt her ...She put a warning finger up, and said "I am not finished yet"..And you will be starting school tomorrow. I was so choked up at being dismissed, I started to cry...Spitting out all my thoughts into uncontrollable sobs......."Well none of that" she shouted, which just made me scream louder.....She at this point --smacked me across my left check..Yup that worked-I shut up. Happy that she now had the upper hand.........She carried on with my agenda and duties...I sat there on my bed, caressing my stinging cheek...Willing the pain would subside to a point where I could bare it. I fully tuned back in when she was saying she blamed me for making her slap me... And her voice softened and she said that ...She forgave me, and requested that I make more of an effort to fit in. Damn I wished for night to come quick, I was exhausted.