Hector--

I have never had any contact with a black person before...the only information on them was--not good. So I was surprised when I met Hector...He worked the night shift.......Since I fall asleep early--He started at 11pm, and would be gone by the time everyone woke up at 7am...So the only time I ever got to know him was on the weekends...He was a quite guy...skinny and his skin and hair was shiny like it was oiled..We passed each other through the door way and his hand touched mine...I said hey watch it....his hand was all oily..as I wiped it on my pants...the oil smelt like those packs of dried leaves stuff you see in some bathrooms....yuk...I said out loud...now some of the guys were getting in on this and started to say hey look where Hector was sitting there is a oil stain on the couch from his hair...and on they made fun of him...Everyone was playing risk and so we were all seated at the table and my chair was to the back of the office..All the sudden Hectors hand appeared with a butter knife with a big hunk of margin on it. He held it in front of my face not moving...everyone stopped playing and watched the show...I asked him what was he doing...he said nothing...thought maybe you could use some oil on your skin as it looked dry....hmm, ok Hector whatever....I said you had your fun .....now please let us carryon playing risk...He just stood over me with the hunk of margin moving closer to my face....I said if that touches me.....just then he mushed the margin into my face....I jumped up and grabbed him....damn he was slick...I couldn't even hold him...I held his arm and my hand slipped off of him....So I went to the bathroom and cleaned the margin off my face...the risk game was over as in the pushing match the table got knocked and all the risk pieces got knocked....game over..After that Hector started to wake me up for school with a glass of water...not everday just once and awhile...I made a hammer at school in machine shop and named it my bk hammer..as soon as he started to come close to me ...I would swing this hammer wildly...I said if he walked into its path way its his fault--not mine..if he gets hit...Hector bought a cool 60's van with shag carpeting and everything..even a bed in the back....he had to go get some milk at the store...so he asked if I wanted to go for a ride ...I said sure...We went into the store...and hector saw a black guy stealing a can of food ...He said hey man...don't steal man..It reflects not only on him..and his character but also all blacks everywhere....the guy said sorry..but he was hungry..Hector said to get a job...but here is 20 dollars in the mean time....Wow cool maybe Hector wasn't that bad after all.....after that he didn't wake me up with water thrown on me...and my hammer sucked anyway....I tossed it out.....Later Hector let me practice driving with his car....even after I took a chrome molding off a car as I was trying to park...he still let me drive his car..Hector even tried to help me get a job at radio shack as he knew I had a knack for electronics...but the guy said that I was too young... Hector tried to pass this same type of Black pride down to a black guy that just arrived at the house....only after Gamblin saw LLoyds stereo system and walked out the door with it....wires trailing 3 feet behind as he tried to run with the stereo. One guy passed him on the sidewalk who happened to be LLoyds roommate..and came in the house and asked why the new kid Gamblin was walking down the street with LLoyds stereo.....but by that time Gamblin had already fenced the unit....He must have had a cat waiting around the corner...Gamblin came back in...and one of the staff asked him where LLoyd's stereo was...The kid who saw him also was there repeating how he saw Gamblin carrying the stereo down the street and had even offered to help Gamblin with it by picking up the speaker wires that were dragging....BUSTED...Well Hector talked with Gamblin and talked about Black pride and how to rise above the stereotype of how all blacks steal...and what he does in life affects not only him ...but his family. his friends and his race....I not sure how Gamblin got the money back or maybe Hector fronted him the money..but Lloyd had a brand new better system out of the deal...and Hector got Gamblin a job cleaning office furniture at night....In no time Gamblin also bought a stereo system as good as LLoyds with huge speakers...that is how everyone in the house got introduced to Bob Marley.....yeah man we jamming ..hope your like jamming tooo........:)
If I couldn't sleep I would go downstairs and Hector would be talking on the phone...so I made myself a tea..and sat down at the kitchen table....after 5 minutes Hector was holding the mouth piece and whispering he would like me to go up and do a head count....so he passes me the flashlight....I open the the second bedroom door and there is Tony on the floor..leaning against the bed...at first I thought he was doing his prayers or ...yup ...got the wrist action....he was whacking off...and was going lifting the mattress up ready to deposit it there...ah..shit..sorry I said and let the door close..I mean what else can you say...Hector was off the phone...and he said you couldn't have checked all the rooms...I said no I didn't ..and told him what I saw...he laughs..didn't you knock on the door before opening it...I said no....I would have thought at 1am everyone would be alseep...Hector laughs..as he grabs the flashlight and goes up to do a head check...

quality time with Kathy--ahh yeah right

Saturday sleep in...yay!! Got up and was going to jump in the shower..but had to have a coffee and smoke first...Made a coffee and went in the tv room to light up.9yup back in those days you would think that underage kids wouldn't be allowed to smoke in the house)...Turned on the tv and got lost in some program...Kathy came into the tv room and sat down ...strange..in all the years I have been here she has never sat down and watched tv....I felt the weight of someone staring at me....I turned my head slightly and saw Kathy staring at my open house coat as I had put my feet up...I quickly re-adjusted my house coat and returned her stare.....she embarrassed at being caught...yelled that I shouldn't sit around all day in my house coat...I said really eh...who never know who might try to look up it eh...as I butted my smoke and headed upstairs to finish showering...I felt dirty .......that the bitch was spying on my wardrobe failure...yuk as I tried to wash away the image of Kathy staring at my crotch....

knife to the throat

It was an assembly at school--this was rare at West Hill C.I...so I attended with my school friend Odas who btw made his dream come true and is now on the opp police force. WE were seated in the school auditorium waiting for everthing to start...along came Lloyd from the home...he was with a friend of his....it felt strange to have another guy from the house attend my school as most of the guys went to the trade high schools, but Lloyd had the grades to attend West Hill CI. They sat directly behind us...He was acting like an idiot...I asked him what was up>? he said hey did I say you could talk to me...? With that he produced a kitchen knife from the home...a sharp big blade knife...he pressed the blade against my throat....He said that I was to do anything he said and if I disobeyed him he would kill me....yay whatever...why don't you stop talking about it and just do it --you chicken shit...he laughed and pressed the blade further in...I could feel the blade start to cut into my skin..he held the knife there for what seemed like forever...Odas said hey man be cool eh...what did he do to you...lets all stay cool ...why don't you put the knife away and we can talk this over....Lloyd told me to shut the asshole up...I again asked him why he was doing this....he said because he can....and fear him because he owned me...more people started to be seated and the hole that was around us started to fill in..We all started to feel the silent hush as more and more people realized that Lloyd had a knife to my throat...this caused Lloyd to back off.....he put the knife back into his note books and left with his friend clapping him on the back as if congratulating his on doing a good deed....Odus said ok ...lets go...go...go where?> he said you have to report this...I said no the guy was just letting off steam....most likely the house got to him..and he fell apart...this was his way of screaming out for help...Odus said ok lets get him some help..he said no matter what I told him he was going to report this to the principle....We went to the office and asked to speak to the principle..The secretary said that he was busy...We told her what happened she disappeared and we were ushered into his office...Odas told him what happened...and the principle came over and looked at the marks on my throat...he said ok he would take care of this....that day we heard that the police raided his locker finding a knife...they took Lloyd away in handcuffs..I went home after school and Kathy said well you did it again didn't you....I said what do you mean...she said the police were here and asked how Lloyd got hold of the knife....now she this was going to make like she wasn't doing her job correctly...I said yeah and so whats the problem...she started to shrill now and said well just so you know ...That was the last straw for Lloyd..he was now in serious trouble and I ruined his life...they took him away to jail....She wanted to know why I aired our dirty laundry to the principle..if I had of told her she could have taken the knife away and sat down with Lloyd and talk it out....I said that he did it front of another student...it was that student that insisted that we had to inform the principle...She said shaking her head that Lloyd is now moved out..and his education and future are history...... way to go Bobby!!

17 and time to move out....

I am in grade 12 and exams are just around the corner...the stress of living in this hostile house is weighing down on me...I think I have been through alot in this 4 and half years that I called this house home..Instead of building young boys into confident responsible men...the goal seems to be how to beat the soul and spirit out of these young bucks....How many guys that have gone through Kennedy house's doors have made it....Ok make it easier how many have stayed out of jail..? Not many. Still the world revolves around money..so Ed was not going to be pulling in any more money from the children's aid for anyone who is over 18..so out they go..and to make sure they are out and he doesn't have to carry them ...he gives ya the boot before your 18 birthday. So like I said with exams around the corner...I was told to look for an apartment....I said how was I to pay the rent? Kathy said that I would be given student welfare..Till I finished grade 12...I said what about after that...She said as far as going on to further my education...she didn't see that as an option...best that once I finished school to look for a job..Immediately. I asked about the 25% of my pay she has socked away when do I receive that...she said sorry but that money went back into the house..but I said that when we were told to give her 25%of our pay when we were forced to work the summer and also whenever I worked --hell they even took Tyrones 25% when he slaved all day selling dicky dee ice cream it would be returned to us upon leaving the house so of like a hope chest--funds to sock away for a rainy day..She went into do you know how much it costs to keep me here....She said that I would find out once I was on my own.At this point we we in the little house office...it was the 0pening to the old stairwell to the attic...but they blocked it up when they took out the stairs..the same stairs that a worker 4 years before fell through when they were fixing up the attic..he fell through and his feet were dangling.good thing his crotch stopped the fail...ouch.as I recalled that day..I was brought back to Kathy blabbing about how the funding worked and how the hell do you think they paid for the movies at the bijou..Just then YUK..she let one go...I said what the hell man..She wasn't embarrassed as Kathy told me what do you think woman don't fart ...I said I know woman do , but maybe she just felt that she didn't think of me as anyone important and did it to emphize her disrespect she had for me as she didn't say oops or sorry or pardon me.What she said next seemed to backed it up..She also said that once I left I was to call first...as she didn't see any reason why I would drop by she said someone would greet you at the front door and I would have to have a good reason to enter the home...as she couldn't think of any she said once I moved out it was time to say goodbye and good luck..The next day a newspaper was purchased and I was to go through the want ads looking for a new place to live....I checked out a couple of places...but they were all dives..or filled with party people ...one place you could even smell the weed....Finally found a shared condo....price was right and they even said that I could use the mattress on the floor if I wanted...it was all set the move out was to began as soon as possible.....no going away parties...no visit from ED....nothing---here's your hat.........It was really lonely being dumped like that....the condo was quiet....to quiet....I couldn't sleep...I had to study for my exams....I had to stay focused and also had to look for a job....I did ok on my exams....I passed grade 12.....I even won the Canadian Manufactures Award --I still wonder why I was told that it was not an option to carry on with my education...as afact that I passed grade 12 with honors and even won an award too..why didn't I qualify to carry on with my education? I had high hopes of going to college or University ...Shit what do I do now? Rent has to be paid....I wondered how I was to do that I had to find a job....but quick that was for sure....I needed new clothes as I was starting to lose weight...well shit I didn't even know how to turn the stove on....no wonder I was losing weight...I called my sister and she said that I needed help and I would have to call social services and get Welfare...So I called social services and a nice worker came over...I said that I need to get some clothes and bus fare...and rent money....Till I found a job...I told Her That I figured maybe 2 months...she said sure no problem....I said how long do I have Till I had to pay back the money....she laughed and said hey thats cute....she said that I didn't have to pay back the government. Strange I thought hell --why would anyone want to get off it if you didn't have to pay it back (to this day I still ask this question)......I said ok.....So I got my cheque and bought a new pair of safety boots because everyone was saying that I would need them.....And a bus pass as it was cheaper in the long run instead of tickets....I found a job...I got the welfare check for the second month and called my welfare social worker and said that I haven't cashed it ......so should I send it back..so laughed again and said no....go out and buy your some new clothes for my job....and have some lunch money....I thanked her for helping me...

Return from Manitoba---

After boarding the plane home....I was so thankful for meeting Sue and her family especially her father who knew how to handle scum like Ted my Carnival restaurant boss....so on my way back to Toronto..yeah...it felt good to be going home..the carnival life was not for me..getting drunk every night...working your ass off for a loud mouth piece of shit....for peanuts..although I did wonder how many of the guys visited the girl in the costume jewelry tent..The only good part was meeting Sue and her family...So one the way home...I sat in the middle of the plane...no one was in my row....or the row across but the rest of the plane was full....they started to serve dinner....they started at the front and back..and worked their way to the middle to me....well the person serving the back rows thought the person who served the front was looking after me and the person who served the front thought the person who served the back was looking after me......or maybe I had to pay extra for food.....I smelt all the different foods my stomach started to rumble...I even would have settle for one of Ted greasy burgers or for Gamblin's soup..Gamblin helped the cooks in the front out...he also cooked the meals for the staff...soup was always brewing...Ted said that we should eat lots of soup--and stew...yeah all the left overs that they didn't sell they put in the soup..they got Gamblin to work in the back because on the first day it was explained to us that a paying customer didn't want a black person to touch their food....Well not only was Ted a piece of Shit he was also a racist...Anyway all that was behind me now ...going home...as my stomach screamed out for food......They were now clearing the trays...Well that does it I am not going to get anything...I asked one of the woman clearing up --How much was the tray of food....she looked at me and asked why...I said I didn't receive one...she talked to the other girls and one at a time they all started to wait on me....oh .... man so much food that they opened up the seat beside me and put the additional tray down... it was how I first thought ..one thought each other was looking after me....well now I was stuffed and it was night time flying in to Toronto..we had to circle around the cn tower twice....what a view...it was perfect...We landed ..and I made my way to the phones...I called the home and no answer...what the hell eh..>? So I called Carol's house the secretary to the group home and also my friend.I babysat ..her kids. Butch--answered(her husband)..I briefly explained to him what happened and how there was no answer at the home... he said they were closed down as the kids were at camp....so I asked him what do you think I should do.....he said if I wanted to he could come pick me up....I thought he just got off of work and would be tired...so I said I would just grab a room around here and bus it back tomorrow....I saw the price of the hotels ...they even came to the airport to pick you up.well for the price I guess so....hell its almost 2pm..I was usually drunk by this time in Manitoba...I was wide awake still...I thought I would save the money and just sleep in a chair at the airport and wait till the bus started. I didn't sleep to well...who could...ever slept in one of those plastic chairs?---anyway I caught the bus and headed to Scarborough...I went to the house and sure enough all locked up...I went over to Butch's house.. he said that he was also heading out and that maybe I should go up with them to the trailer where Carol and their kids were....I said ok...so away we go...wasn't much company going up- as I slept most of the time....Spent a couple of days up there....Butch still made the commute into the city to go to work...he said that he got a call from Kathy and that she was back at the house ,and I should get back home asap..So Butch told her when she could expect me back...the following day and what time..as he would drop me off before he went into work....I arrived home to see a guy parked in the school parking entrance and going through this huge mound of garbage....Strange that antique radio looked just like mine....I entered the home..damn it felt good to be home Kathy quickly killed that good feeling. So Kathy said what the hell happened ...I told her all about Ted and how he was a racist piece of shit and worked us to death and then left us alone knowing that we all were drinking and up all night .She said that Ted did the house a favor by taking the kids for the summer saving the house money.. and giving the kids a chance to see Canada...I said you make it sound like a holiday...he doesn't give a shit about us...he just wants cheap labor...She said don't think you will be just sitting around here...you will have to work..you can start by painting your room...She said you don't have to thank her for getting started on cleaning things up....yeah ok..whatever that means...so I go up to my room and all of my stuff is gone....that little bitch...she threw out all of my stuff.....that was my radio that guy was putting into his car.....I went into the room that over looked the front..and could see that most of my stuff was gone and also the car in the school lot gone too....damn...that bitch...she is so cold hearted ...I felt the tear well up ...I thought I can't give her the satisfaction of seeing how much she hurt me....I went down and asked her why she is trying to erase me....she said why did I not make the vacation with Ted work.?...I spoiled it by coming home..and now she had to stay and babysat me..and to bust her budget and bring a shift in to look after me....she said I ruined everything...how does it feel to have my stuff ruined....the same way I ruined her schedule and budget.?....She said why don't you go out into the garbage and get your tape decks and electrical stuff....and tools...I said that someone had already stopped by the side of the road and took them...I left to go up to my room....she said she put the nice antique radio on top of the crap...did they take that also.?....bitch.....damn a frigging tear gave me away as I slowly said yup that was the first to go....oh well...she noticed the tear...she smirked baiting me further.I didn't bite...I walked away...it was up in my room that I felt the full blow of her intent......yup make no mistake I was home....Welcome back to hell..........

Doug asst exe. director--yeah the knuckle on head guy

I was once again confronted with Doug. He was chosen to break the news to me about a death in my family..My aunt passed away...He came over from the garage office and asked that I accompany him downstairs ..he wanted to chat with me where we could have some privacy...He told me about my aunt....I couldn't believe it....I started to cry and Doug reached over and put his arm around me and pulled me across his lap.....What the hell man....this is too much comforting...he stoked my hair as I finished off my emotional grief at hearing the news...I tried to pull my self away to sit up and his hand pushed my head back down into his lap....wtf....I then thought I should ask him questions...and sat up to hear the answers....that worked...when was the funeral etc....He said he would drive me to my grandmothers...I got cleaned up and met him outside....WE drove to the junction in Toronto...I stared out the window thinking about my aunt....and how she always had ice cream in her freezer whenever I visited her little apartment...A tear streamed down...well that was the break Doug was looking for.... he placed his hand on my knee...and then on the inside of my thigh.....stroking my leg while maintaining a firm presence on my leg.....this guy is creeping me out...as I recalled our first meeting how he knucked me in the head with such force the pain caused me to lose my breath and he 'fixed ' me ....I recalled how I felt that something was wrong with how he touched me..the very same way as he stroked the inside of my thigh......Later I found out that Doug was relieved of his duties as an assit. Exe. director as he was caught over stepping his bounds..I can only guess what he was caught doing.......AS I heard it he admitted to being a Homosexual and Edward asked for him to resign--oh yay you have to know that there was more to this ....

Tony the tooth fairy?

Tony was a slick guy that was for sure...he stuck by Kathy and said how I pushed him and he was only defending himself against me....I tripped and fell over the box..and through the window....Now Tony was having an argument with another guy...this kid was small but worked out.....I don't know what started it or what happened but knew it came in from the kitchen..where Kathy was....The small guy was getting away from Tony...he was way across the other side of the room...and Tony said I will get you ....the kid said yeah go ahead and try.....we all thought it was over...and just then Tony slide across the living room and double kicked the kid right in the face....man what the hell was that kick...I have only seen that type of move on those kung-fu movies..Even Kathy saw how Tony attacked the small guy...yeah the kid was mouthing off, but it was Tony that did the kung-fu kick....the kid held his mouth and went into the washroom....BANG...BANG....BANG...he screamed....and wailed..at the top of his lungs....water was spraying everywhere...my teeth...he spite out..with blood whistling through where his two front teeth used to be....the sink that survived over a hundred years sitting of the wall was half on the floor...with the water pissing out of a feed pipe......now it was Kathy's turn to react ..........the HOUSE...STOP RUINING THE HOUSE..JUST LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO THE SINK.....LOOK AT THIS MESS......the kid said what about my teeth.....SO WHAT... she said DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO RIP THE SINK OUT...ITS NOT GOING TO BRING BACK YOUR TEETH IS IT...as she twisted the shut offs to the sink...the water stopped pissing out...the kid wasn't caring about the sink..he was begging everyone to help look for his teeth....maybe they could put them back in.....Kathy said stop it..as the small guy was moving the couch looking for his teeth....get in the kitchen and put some ice on your mouth and stop spreading blood around the house....you have done enough damage to the house..already.....man this bitch was as cold as they come..that was for sure...someone found the teeth...they were snapped off...nope they couldn't be put back in.....the kid was now damaged for life..due to Kathy's neglect of handling another incident...as I was too....by the same kid..with her present in both incidents...who knows how she wrote this incident up....because Tony was still there at the end of the day....The small guy just got his denture plate and we were all hanging at Mcdonalds...we left and were heading home...half way home...the small guy said his teeth...he forgot his teeth on a tray in Mcdonalds...he took them out and put them in a kleenex on the try...he forgot to re-insert them after he ate.....he yelled half running come on help me look for them....he ran back to Mcdonalds...We arrived there just as Kathy was pulling up...What the hell eh?...what was she doing here...Everyone started to come out of Mcdonalds...we asked what was wrong..they said some kid was going nuts yelling for his teeth. and going through the trash...they left because the staff at Mcdonalds feared for the customers as the kid was emptying trash going out or control....he kept asking who cleared the trays and which garbage they emptied it in....the witness said that the guy started to empty garbage all over the restaurant...they must have been told to call Kathy to help go through the garbage to look for his teeth....and so I guess Kathy drove right over... everyone was clearing out of Mcdonalds...you could almost hear his screams above the traffic and voices of the crowd now outside of Mcdonalds....finally Kathy came out with the kid.....it was too much for the kid..losing his teeth the second time ....he fall to the ground and looked like he just wanted to give up......he held out his hands and screamed his teeth...his teeth....he looked right through us......Kathy said stop your wailing get into the car......you were told not to lose this set as they were very expensive...she told the kid that she didn't believe they would be able to buy another set........man talk about kicking a kid when he is down....with the cold hard truth being forced at him the poor kid thrust his hands up....as if reaching up to god to beg to be taken now.....Kathy screamed at him get in the car..you are making a scene and the police will be called and he will be charged with disturbing the peace....she half tugged and pulled and pushed the kid into the car....Kathy turned to look in our direction....you guys have caused enough trouble here...get home now...NOW I mean It ...do you hear me...NOW.. I guess she didn't want to go through the garbage either...what a bitch...

Through the window....

Well another day....early morning and I had spares-- but I was up early...most of the guys were already gone to school. One guy Tony was having a bad day....He missed his bus-- as all the buses loaded up in my school parking lot..so all the guys in the house just walked around the fence and they boarded the school bus there..Tony saw out the kitchen window his bus roll out of West Hill..".Shit...I missed my f..king bus". Well kathy couldn't let that swear word go...how dare you swear in front of me...she said, that will be 25cents of your allowance Tony..no make that 50cents as that was two swear words....Kathy knew how to play this game..hell she made up the rules...this was a lesson to teach all the guys that 'her will ---will be done"--So because Kathy said this in a taughting high pitched voice...it almost followed the tune of a public schools school yard taught..NA..NA ...NA ..NA NA....I got your money and their is nothing you can do about it.....well watching Kathy pull this ego trip on yet another resident so early in the morning and also her not taking into account that he was having a bad day and now would have to run to school to make it to his classes......I said to Tony don't let kathy get you going ...I told him that she will now get you mad and everytime you lash out ...she will then again slap you with a 25 cent fine....this will make you madder and she will carry-on till all of your allowance will be gone ...and then you will feel that you have nothing to lose and will now feel that you can swear all you want ...then she will start on one day house restrictions....he was to far gone to take in all I was saying as Kathy was now up to the allowance limit of 5 dollars...Tony was really pissed now...he started to fume and he motioned forward to hit kathy....Damn man if he hit her ..he would be charged .......I stood up and tried to push him back....he wailed and screamed FU_K! FU_K......he was now spiting out the swear words leaning against my hands...trying to get around me.....Kathy was saying "let him go....let Tony hit me "....damn this has escalated out of control...now Tony was so mad I thought his eyes would pop out of his head they were bulging....he had a crazed look...Spittle was hanging on his lip as he shouted the swear words....he then picked me up...and tossed me much the same way as blue lips swung the kitchen chair ....I flew through the air and smashed against the very window he was just peering out ...This brought Tony down...and he went over to me...sorry man..but that bitch is playing me....I said no problem..been there on the receiving end myself....checked my hands all seemed ok...only broken glass....Tony looked down and said what the hell...where is all this blood coming from .....Hmm....I looked at my arms and hands nope nothing...now a puddle was forming and my leg was getting wet....I lifted up my shirt and this deep gash greeted me....shoot....I must have hit the glass with my hand and then turned my body sideways and this is how I received the cut....I looked at the cut and could see deep into my side....yellow stuff--hey was that my muscle or most likely my fat and really red blood....this gap would need stitches....Kathy was still freaking out over the window...she would have to explain to EDWARD- how she let someone get thrown against a window while she was there.....why she couldn't stop the situation from getting out of hand....she looked at me and said look what you did to the window...why don't you just mind your own business....yeah right Kathy spin this to cover your butt... to get Tony on her side she said don't worry Tony it was not your fault...and you get to keep all your allowance and I will drive you to school....Tony looked at me....and laughed you burn buddy.....I said hey Kathy what about me ...as I felt myself get weak from blood loss...she said she will drive me to the doctors....I said I want to go to the hospital....now....she said too much paper work...yeah right ....she would have to explain how I ended up through the window...with the doctor she didn't have to explain how it happened.....Kathy said --will be back soon...if you are still alive we then can go to the doctors......she had errands first, as she had to drop off another guy with a wood project at another school first....I sat in the chair with a towel just touching the deep gash....I looked down at the gash it was so deep and the blood so red....I started to feel really dizzy now.....I can't believe how I really don't matter....at that moment I wished that this was it....Carol the secretary came over....asked me if I was ok...she said Kathy is just leaving now to take two kids to school...she stopped in and said that I was bugging Tony and he pushed me away..and I tripped over the chest that one of the guys was taking to school for a project.....I said that is not the way it happened....Carol said you are looking really pale...how do you feel?...I feel weak...and dizzy...she said here put your feet up..and slid another chair under my legs...I felt cold and very tired....Carol kept an eye on me....Kathy came back about an half hour later --Carol said that I was pale and cold....yeah...too bad Kathy said as she eyed the window again...lets go she said to me...and don't get any blood on my car seat...She took me to the doctor...the doctor said that it was a very deep gash...maybe she should take me to the hospital as they might have to put inside stitches...so said just close it up..if you can..if it opens up again we will go to the hospital.then Kathy said that I had to get to school and couldn't wait all day in the hospital emergency......I was lying on his bed on my side and I was sweating ...he said look man....you are getting my table all wet...he made me get up and pulled out the white cheap paper lied it out --I lied down again and then proceeded to stitch me up.....and yes it hurt like hell....and the stitches did pop open and no ...I wasn't taken to the hospital...and the injury got infected and the scar is huge...what a butcher job...This wasn't the last time Tony showed his aggressive side....

house goes whacky --end

I said to the cop that was some comedy routine....as Jim was coming out of the car he had his seat belt on...there was no need to beat him....I said not only that , but it was jim's uncle's car....The cop laughed and said they already ran the license plate..the car was stolen last week...shit--Jim knew the car was parked at the cn tower because one of them stole the car earlier-it's not his uncle's car....oops we are in SHIT NOW...We were driven to the peel police station....we were allowed to sit at the desks of the daytime staff as long as we didn't touch or open any of the desks up....We were stationed around the room and ordered not to talk to each other...the cop started to ask me questions.. he was facing me...Jim thought this was the perfect time to get rid of the magnet still up his sleeve...he didn't notice that another cop was keeping an eye on us from the other door ....at his side.....damn busted the cop jumped into the room and grabbed Jim ...what do we have here....a magnet....hmmm,, doing a little fishing eh.?...Lol what the hell -seems as if everyone knew what fishing was....now it was Jims turn to play naive...whats fishing? --I almost broke out in laughter.....the cop says anyone else have any tools on them....everyone nodded no....he says well the rest of you are going to 311 jarvis..but since Jim here is older and should know better he gets to see what a real cell looks like....with that they hand cuffed him again...twice in one night and said he was additionally charged with burglary tools....You guys say goodbye to your friend cause its looks like he is going down....Darn...take care Jim...see ya back at the house?....no answer...that was the last I saw of my roommate...We were shipped down to 311 jarvis street in Toronto....Damn...guess this was our own big house for kids our age....one at a time we were told to come into a room,--stripped searched...showered and this guard squirted this cold smelly fluid on my.......< , and under my arms and in my hair...how embrassing. then..watched as I dressed...and told to go into the tv room...man I was so tired....I feel asleep watching tv with about 30 other guys around me...I was awoken to this fat guard yelling at us to line up and our feet on a straight line...he would march up and down telling every other person to shuffle their feet so they were all exactly on the line but not over...eyes straight ahead...We were to head down to breakfast..then to another shower..and deloucing.....one of the guards asked that I be excused as I was wanted in court... It appeared that as soon as Edward heard that I was behind bars in 311 he immediatly ordered that I be rescued ....Kathy was pissed she wanted me to spend a couple of weeks in 311 but Edward wouldn't let her...and ordered her to use whatever was necessary to get me out.. A lot of guys didn't return back to the home. Guess I was lucky..... or was I.....?

house goes whacky --continued

Nope as I was to find out , I still didn't know what fishing was....We went into a major hotel downtown...the fisher said to just walk straight into the elevator and don't look around...make it look like you have a room there..WE were to enter into the hotel in pairs..then upon gaining access meet at the top floor....Ok we are in...We rejoined again at the top floor...it appeared again my stubby broken screwdriver...this time they went over to the coke machine and were prying up the coin return plate...I said what do you expect to get ....half amusing that they were nuts to think they could get any money....next they produced the magnet...sent it down the hole they created..and up it came with all kinds of silver coins sticking to the magnet....damn so this is fishing...They cleaned that machine out...and went down one floor and did that machine and carried on floor by floor...One of the guys said he had to use the washroom...I did also so I followed him down the next floor...We were checking out the pop machine because it was only the older pop machines that you could bend the coin return plate up and gain access to the money....The guy I was with said he really had to take a piss....so I said lets go to the lobby maybe there is a washroom down there...he said no way...he couldn't wait....what the hell you will just have to hold it....as I started for the stairway....he wasn't following ....I went back up and he was just finishing up taking a leak in this silver machine.....I said what the hell is that? He said its an ice maker...I laughed ..yeah right why would they have an ice maker machine in a hotel....He looked at me and said you really don't get out much do you....? I guess not....Just then a guy came into the pop alcove and said what the f..k you guys doing here? If you get noisy ..I will come out of my room and bop you one ....Fu..king kids ,he says as he sticks this black bucket into the place where the guy just pissed into...OMG...I started to say something and the hotel guest made a move towards me and lifted his fist up to my face and said just say one word you f..k ....just one word...I will bash your f..cking face in...man this guy was violent....so I shut up...he went back and scooped more of the ice into his bucket...I wanted to go home...this was no good....peeing in the ice machine was a very rude thing to do....but even worse was if the guy figured out why his ice was a little tainted he would be back to do us in good.....I went up and told the other guys and Jim snapped the kid in the head...what the f..k are you doing peeing into the ice machine...They went down to ice machine and pulled the plug ,stuck an out of order sign made out of the hotel paper...then we got the hell out of the hotel....We stopped in to a tower by the rail tracks...They said this was a control tower for the trains...I laughed >. I heard of a control tower for planes but not for trains...they said that at one time there was so many trains coming through they needed a tower to make sure they didn't hit each other...We went up the stairs to the tower...someone was in there....a guy and a girl...they looked were dirty...and looked spaced out...One of the group home guys went over to a cabinet and pulled out a boom box radio...the street bum said hey...thats mine...Damn I thought this is going to get ugly...just then the rest of the guys from the home entered and the bum shut up.....and said well its not his- but he found it there earlier....and the guy said yeah, because he put it there.....He turned it on...listening for any reports on us being on the loose....he told the street bum that it was for the tower...and it seemed as if some kind of understanding developed and they both nodded ....this will be the tower radio.as if it was a dedication ceremony to the tower--TO THE TOWER...as Gary lifted one of the mickeys to his lips...We left the control tower and headed over to the cn tower....One of the guys said that his uncle said that he would drop off the car in the parking lot by the cn tower...So he said not to travel in a large group...so they would go ahead and get the car...we were to wait behind a fence....20 minutes went by ..I thought maybe there wasn't a car....just then sure enough a car appeared.....it drove up to us....yup this is it- one of the guys said...I approached the car and asked if this was really his uncle's car...he said it sure was...he said its not hotwired or anything...look- the keys are here...I said do you have your license ....he said yeah had it ...since he was 16 ....Well good enough for me....I got in....we headed to the QEW...and up to the 427....passed a race track and after that it got really dark....we were on our way to someone's cottage ...well so I thought...as I drifted off to sleep......I awoke to everyone freaking out...A flashing light was reflecting off the roof and around the windows....I must have fallen asleep....I asked what happened...they said it's the cops....quiet.everyone....Jim said only he would do the talking...The cop approached and I then saw another one approach from the otherside..with flash lights...damn they flashed the lights right into my eyes....They then asked Jim for his license and registration...jim said he will be honest with them as he didn't have his license on him... but it was his uncle's car and he let him use it... If they wanted to they could take him down to the pig station and they could call his uncle....with calling the cops pigs...they reached in and shut the engine off....pulling out the keys...and pulled jim out....they thought Jim was fighting them as he wasn't coming.....so both pulled on him....poor Jim was screaming the cops were screaming for him to come out....but Jim was screaming because his seat belt was on......so they cops were pulling on Jims neck and hair...and jacket...smacking him with their flash lights to let go....but it was due to his seat belt-- not him holding onto the interior of the car....just then the guy in the front seat reached over and pushed the button on Jim's seat belt and jim went flying out hitting the ground with the cops too....zip ...hand cuffed and stuck in the back of the police car...in seconds flat....next us...they told us to get out and put our hands on the car with our legs spread apart...I laughed and said you got to be kidding they only do that on tv....One of the guys said you better do what they tell you or you will feel the flashlight also.... the cop behind me said just do like your buddy ..hands of the car and spread your legs apart....

The house goes whacky...

Well it came to clamp down time...reason...can't remember if it was due to Kathy being appointed the new head supervisor of the house..but I believe it was the way Kathy sneaked in...We all were on our summer close down of the house, Camping at Algonquin Park. She was introduced to us as just a student who was required to put her hours in a for practical experience for school. Meanwhile she was building files on us...reorganizing the staff and making new rules for the home...After the summer was over...we had a house meeting,...it was then revealed to us she was to become the new supervisor of the home...She introduced 59 new rules..two flipping pages of rules...I was ticked that she tricked us... gaining our trust as just being a student observer .....really sneaky....She read through the two pages of rules...they were harsh.... and uncalled for...I was the first to crumple up the two pages and throw them in the middle of the room....the rest of the guys followed..then mayhem broke out.. meeting over..lol.......The guys went whacky.....they all decided to run away...they asked me to come along...I thought --run away and do what? go where? I didn't have any money..they said don't worry we will get some...One of the guys uncle said that we could use his car, and drive up north to his cottage..It was a whole house effort....it wouldn't be effective if everyone wasn't in on it..so away we go...First one of the guys said they need some tools...he took a knife and cut about two feet of rubber from the fridge...I said what the hell are you doing? He said he needed it for fishing...fishing? I said come on man thats our fridge. He then pulled out a two foot length of magnet. This guy has lost it...how the hell he was going to catch fish with a magnet?..He laughed at me..and also told the other guys and they all had a good chuckle too...That day we all left the house..... the older guys took the lead. We headed to a coin wash Laundromat...I said what are we doing here? They said we need to get downtown to get the car...but we also need money..So I said ok...so I asked again why are we here? One of the guys pulled out a screw driver...hey what are you doing thats my screwdriver...He says well here you do it then....I said no way.....he then attacked the soap machine....with my screwdriver...he bent the metal lip up...in doing so he also bent my screwdriver..damn...One of the other guys went over to a washing machine and started to break in to the coin slot...he figured that he would have to take the white metal parts off to gain access...so he loosens the top....gets my bent screwdriver and prys loose the sides...now a woman comes in to the totally empty laundry mat and goes over to the machine that the guy was ripping apart...of all the damn machines in the place and she happens to use that one...she tries to push the quarters in and the slot is misaligned --the guys all break up laughing...the lady looks up at them giving them a glare that could kill....she finally smacks the coin slider and the coins click and the machine starts....it starts to fill up and then it goes into its cleaning cycle and the bloody thing is making a hell of a racket as the top, and sides start to fall apart....the guys broke up laughing again and said we better get out of here before the machine hits spin cycle.....the woman finally figured out what we were up to and started yelling from the laundry mat that she was going to call the police...We ran..and ran....the guys counted the take..and found out that they had almost enough to buy a 12 pack of beer...so they said they needed a couple of more bucks and they could hit the liquor store so they wouldn't have to lug around the beer on the bus and subway...so they told us to stay where we were..and two of the guys headed to a newspaper box...they put a quarter in the box ......what the hell...they getting a newspaper for....? The guys laughed again...I said what...what...? I looked over and my screwdriver appeared again..this time they were hitting the box from the inside using a big rock as a hammer....I started over to them ...this time I was going to save my screwdriver from participating in the aid of these crimes...too late...my poor bent screwdriver snapped...but not before the paper box gave up its bounty.....the coins fell all over the newspapers and the ground....WOW...how much money can a newspaper box hold? There must have been over 20 bucks..it was the most quarters I have ever saw in one place at one time....The guys were quick no sooner had the quarters fallen out that they were picked up and shoved into their pockets....The guy with the magnet was using it to gather the quarters up...oh so thats fishing I thought...So we head over to the liquor store...they buy a couple of mickeys...now we go...they say...we got on the bus and headed for downtown Toronto...Yonge street here we come....We arrived at yonge street still pretty early about 10pm or so...I guess they knew by now that the boys were not coming home...We went into an arcade. They never had to go get change for the machines that was for sure...they had enough quarters to play all night...I got bored of the arcade..and wondered when we were going to head up north as I was getting tired...We killed a couple of hours at the arcade..now they realized that they needed more money...oh damn here we go again...well this time they had no screwdrivers to pry open paper boxes... they said time to go fishing.........?

An open post to the Minister of Children and Youth Services

Hi Dr. Marie Bountrogianni recently sent you a link to my blog...I am concerned that the abuse that I endured at Kennedy House is still being carried on.. As I read in the news about the two staff members sexually assaulting the two boys at the group home ....It brought about guilt that if I had of come forward and exposed the ill managed home --maybe those kids would not have to endure what I have gone through --It then struck me that due to my silence on my abuse...there might have already been casualties--- other boys might have been abused and are living daily with the consequences of being victims too. AS a crown ward of the children's aid. I feel that the government ---my guardians..totally let me down. I was encouraged to write my experiences down as they invade every aspect of my life today...I would like someday to have closure on that part of my life...as someone told me let sleeping dogs lie..another said .get over it...and oh and one more....I am sure you have come to terms by now haven't you? I would like to find peace of mind...hiding this part of my life has not worked...maybe bring it out into the light might be a better route..thanks...

John's house

Dave was on Staff restriction... wanted to go somewhere but he couldn't go alone with John....so he asked me to come with them...I said I would rather not...(as John had already attacked me ...the last thing I wanted was to be in the guys car...) As John was again on loan from Kennedy road house....He was working the afternoon shift at our house and he couldn't leave with just one guy so the only way for Dave to get a ride was for another resident to accompany them...Dave kept on begging me...even gently reminded me about how he got rid of MJ ....Damn...I said where are you going...he said he had to get out...maybe catch a movie...Shit...ok...so we head out...only we are not heading for the Bijou movie house.....I thought maybe we were going to another movie theatre...after awhile..we started to head into a residential neighborhood...I( said where are we going?..John said he just wanted to show Dave something...Shit...We arrived at his John's house..He lived with his parents..so I thought what the hell could he do with them there....John lived in the basement...John motioned for me to have a seat...sitting in a lounge chair with thick arms...this was mad...what the hell am I doing here...what are we doing here...? John said here Dave this what he wanted us to see....his guns....this is totally nuts...I don't want to see guns...I wanted to go...I said to Dave lets go...Dave said yeah in a minute..as he was gazing at all the guns....John was following his gaze and he said here The good ones are hidden....he started to pull out all of these guns....He put them on the arms of the chair....across me..so I was blocked from getting up...he said CAREFUL !! as some of them are loaded....The hairs on my neck started to stand up...something was up...this was a planned stop it had to be, shit where was this going...by this time four rifles were laid across the arms of the chair...every time John bent down pulling guns from underneath the couch...behind the book shelf..and it seemed like he was pulling them out of thin air....he would pull the bolt back and slid it forward you could hear the metal mesh..smoothly and the clicks were sharp and exact.....he added another gun to my chair...now he was running out of room...there was no other space left on the arm of the chair..so he started to lean the rifles against my chair...don't move now...he said with a smirk...He said to Dave the really good ones were in the other room...the hand guns..They were gone for awhile....I could hear them faintly in the other room...time was really dragging on...I couldn't hear them anymore...just whispers...the damn guns were making me nervous...why the hell would he leave these loaded guns leaning on the chair. and across my lap..? I started to get really scared...I think I went in shock..as I stopped being aware of the time...I wondered how long I was there..it felt like hours...I finally called out...nothing...I was sweating, my mouth dry..I felt out of step with time again....much like the first sexual assault ....totally helpless...much of what happened or how long we were at john's house I don't recall....maybe it might be better off if I don't...............................................................:(

Hmm---Barry, Paul, Cheryl--and her sister....>>>--

Paul is my roomate, he is dating Cheryl--Barry is a 30+year old staff member. Cheryl would come over and spend time with Paul-She said to her younger sister who was 14 years old that she should come with her as there is a couple of guys at the house that she might be interested in hanging with. So one visit and her sister was a Kennedy House groupie. She was always there..but not to see any of the guys..she came to see Barry one of the staff at Kennedy House..They started to see each other...Barry destroyed his marriage. He got an apartment with Cheryl's sister...Great role models eh?

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.'........