Some things leak out after years of THERAPY.:Rofl:Rofl:RoflQuote:
Originally Posted by "G"
This one time in 1980, It was late summer, I was headed across West Riverside Drive towards the river.
Was going to catch some night time Cats. As I am making my way thought he corn field I hear these weird noises, reminded me of Hogs on the farm rooting around.
I made it to the river, and was doing fine. It was about 2:30am, and the the wind shifted, the smell was bad, and the noise was WORSE.
Curiosity got the better of me at that young age, I began sneaking and looking, and sneaking even quieter, though the corn and saw them.
Immediately the Correctional Facility siren goes off. Instinct kicked in, I knew that Becky had escaped, confinement, and had heard the stories, from other older kids in FEAR, spoken only during scary stories around kids campfires.
I ran back to the river, WASHED in that dirty muddy water, to hide my scent, and slept with the Cats under a tree 1/2 in the water.
The Cats & I BOTH said prayers for G, why he was in Ionia, I do not know, but it took years of therapy to recover.
It happened in Ionia, but made it out.... via YEARS OF THERAPY
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