sports rox1234 wrote:You studiied science and math but i bet you didn't get a job that involves either.
Fat Man wrote:
Unfortunately I never completed high school.
Along with the jocks, I was also harassed by the dope dealers, who wanted me to try some drugs, and I said no, because I was not into drugs.
The kept harassing me, and would not leave me alone.
I turned them in!
Well, that turned out to be a stupid mistake.
Yeah! I made a dumb mistake! We all make mistakes!
After that, I was harassed even more, my oil paintings in the art class were destroyed, my books stolen and torn up, and my life was threatened.
So, I had to leave school, because my life was in danger.
You want the God's honest truth here???
I had a complete emotional break down. I spent three weeks in a mental hospital. It turned out to be a really bad place. Patients were often beaten by the staff working there. And one night, I was raped by an older man, and was transferred to another ward for my own protection.
You say that you have Attention Deficit Disorder.
Well, I have PTSD that's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and I have had it for years!
It was back in 1969 when this shit happened to me, and when I cam home, I was in need of psychological counciling, but the shrinks just prescribes me tranquilizers and sent me home.
They were not interested in what I had to say, and back then, nobody believe that a young man could get raped.
It's not like it is today, where people can seek help. Back in the 1960s and 1970s, I was on my own.
So, I'm on disability because I still have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which never completely goes away. It's something you have to live with for the rest of your fucking life!
In my school, the jocks went unpunished! They could beat up on the other students, and get away with it. They could even sell dope, and get away with it.
That is why I say, jocks are the scum of the earth!
So, you just go ahead, and make fun of me, because I once spent three week in the psych-ward, The Ha Ha Hilton, The Funny Farm, The Basket Factory, The Loony Bin, The Nut House, or whatever euphemism you care to use for it.
Come on, CRACKER BOY, go ahead an laugh at me, and . . . . .
SHOW ME JUST HOW IGNORANT YOU REALLY ARE!!!
I await your response.