did i ever tell ya bout the time i accedentally burned my friend?

yup.....

my cop father figure head, bought a lodge at one piont,.."
BIG BEND LODGE" located near or in "LEGGET CA. "...its where he did his nazi term of servive for the c.h.p

see he was in the army i guess...m.p...then he applied for the c.h.p(i guess) and we ended up in san francico ca, which could have been the coolect thing that ever happened to me.......but wasent!

this is wher he really FORMED AN OPINION ABOUT HIPPIES....HIPPY FAGGOTS" as he used to say.....and just artsy people in general!

any way....after he cleaned up the streets of SAN FRANSICO its a much safer place now.......he got transfered to nor cal.......where he helped in the organization of C.A.M.P-----campaign against marajuana planters.

such a good dude!....anyways, he bought a lodge, 12 cabins, and the main lodge...there was a 10 mile dirt road down the mountain into the lodge, so......myself and my mom were basiclly "PRISONERS" TO THE LODGE, MY MOM WOULD CLEAN THE CABINS....AND I WOULD CLEAN THE GROUNDS....WHILE HE WENT OFF TO DRINK ON THE JOB, AND PLAY COWBOYS, AND INDIANS!....

one time some people who frequented the lodge cane to stay....and they had a son..dont remember his name....kyle?..yea we will call him kyle...

so kyle and i were at the fire pit....and there were close hangers straightened sitting in the grey ashes....(these were to cook marshmellows)we picked um up, and began to have a sword fight....i plunged in for the kill.....and hit him on the arm...aparently, the thing was still hot, so it burned him...he was a little pussy, so he ran off screaming at the top of his lungs......i knew i was done.........when the cop father figure head arrived home, drunk as a cop....he was told of how i had burned kyle.....so...he told me to go to my room, which was a concrete floor room at the rear of the lodge.....he came in, stinkin of whiskey, and asked me "HOW MANY LASHES DO YOU THINK YOU DESERVE?"( HE WAS HOLDING HIS COP BELT IN ONE HAND, A GLASS OF WHISKEY IN THE OTHER, BEATING THE BELT AGAINST HIS THIGH...)

i told him......(thinking......i had to come up with the right answer...)......6...i deserve 6.....he grabed me, threw me on the bed, and began to unleash the fury...i lost count, and he left me with these words,,,,,,

"IF YOU DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG THE WNSWER SHOULD HAVE BEEN NONE" now i knew if i had said none......i would have got the belt, his fist, and the boot.......so i think i made out ait.......

my mom came in bout 30 min. later and dressed my welts..some of them bleeding.....

yes i have taken my lashes......stripes, that i still wera the scars of!

he still lives.....drunk and fat......slobbering, and un -cognisant of what isgoin on around him...pissing in his pants, and shitting in his bed!

u reap what you sow.......

you wonder why i dont trust cops.....

mabey there are a few good ones.....

naww.....there all cock suckers...who in there right mind would want to play yard duty fer a living?

power trippers?.....kids who got terorized, and grew up to be monsters....

i will not repeat this cycle....

as a matter of fact,, im probably a push-over when it comes to my parenting skills....

but id rather be a push over, than push someone over!.....anyday...

santa iz comin.....and that fuck, isint even getting a lump of coal!

~g~