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"What do you mean, 'we'? I just see you, man."

Ah, trouble right away...and in the shape of a skinny little kid with att.i.tude.

Scott, recent jailbird and dull-eyed wonder at 19, was not impressed. "This place sucks!"

"But you just got here! Give us time!"

Scott let loose a stream of abuse but Joe wasn't bothered. "Your nose is bleeding, Scott."



"How do you know my name?"

"We get briefed."

"Yeah, so what does that make me?"

It was always the same. "It makes you putty in the system's hands, kid, better get used to it."

"Look, the judge told me he was sending me here, and that was it."

"Which judge was that, Scott?"

"I don't know-Judge Minos or something...the one I just saw. What's it to you anyway?"

A murmur of laughter from the other losers and Scott looks proud of himself.

No one says anything. The only reaction is from Albert who deliberately lets one monumental fart rip as a kind of comment.

"That's disgusting!" This they nearly all respond to-waving their hands in front of their faces. "Christ almighty!"

Albert didn't laugh-he was the most seriously disturbed. He wore bracelets on both his wrists these were the white dressings that covered his most recent suicide attempt: even his scars had scars. Poor Al.

Joe knew. He had the notes. Predestination came into it. In Al's case he had a crazy mother who tried to drown him when he was ten.

"Why did you do that, Mrs. Fugle?"

"The voices told me, your honor. Blame them!"

Mom went to the state hospital, and little Al got shuffled around in a succession of foster homes-where he was beaten or abused in some way.

By the time he went to high school he was fitted out with a nice green and white Viking football helmet because he liked to run down the halls crashing head first into the walls.

The other kids (those deemed normal) laughed-because they weren't crazy, not like Al anyway.

Al used to laugh, too, not understanding the joke was on him.

Eventually he left school and found himself working with some charitable concern that had him making ashtrays, but their supplier died and his son didn't want to bother with that charity 'c.r.a.p' as he called it, so the charitable concern looked elsewhere but their days were numbered anyway because their funds were cut off when the new governor was elected.

Go fight City Hall, yeah...and if you think that's bad, try the State Capitol sometime.

So what was Scott's story? Ah, Scott. Both parents were addicts, Mom sold herself for nickel bags on the street until she OD'd in an alley with a furious pimp p.i.s.sed off because she hadn't turned any tricks that night. Meanwhile Scott's dad was run over on the way to the VA hospital where he was being treated for various medical conditions he had sustained as a result of exposure to Agent Orange. He also had an addiction to morphine-all this from having served in a war he no longer recalled having been in.

With both parents gone, Scott found himself in and out of teen homes and what they call social care centers. Not the kind of places a kid should be in...because some of the staff liked to molest young boys.

Ever resourceful, Scott learned to use a switchblade. "I'm going to cut it off, Mack, so you ain't never going to be able to use it again." Slice, slice...only he missed and the perv tried to kill him by pushing him out of a 3 story window but Scott didn't die. His legs got mangled, but they fixed him up real good in St. Clare's Hospital where an old lady felt so sorry for him she gave him 10 dollars to buy a robe, but he bought crack with it instead.

"What do I need a robe for?"

He gets sent up to Riker's when he pulls a heist in Washington Heights that's supposed to be a sure thing-some liquor store. His partner gets shot through the right eye; dead at the scene. Scott is caught.

The detective who collars him comes from the 34th precinct. He's just come back on duty after bereavement leave. His daughter was run over and killed by joy riders, high on crack.

This cop has no time for druggies. "Here's one, Sarge."

The desk sergeant takes a look at the kid and actually feels sorry for him but Scott, who is his own worst enemy, spits on him. And gets cracked in the head for it. Night court hours later and a nice bus ride to Riker's where he meets a few queens and gets initiated. After two weeks, he's tried to hang himself and cut his throat with a broken plastic fork-after which he somehow gets up to the roof threatening to jump.

They talked him down.

He gets expressed over to Bellevue where he gets shot full of Thorazine-winds up being a.s.sessed for two months and finally (somehow) winds up with a habit far worse than the one he ever had.

He gets released and is sent to a hostel, run by a church. Things are looking up, but some pusher he owes money to, spots him and instead of beating him up, shoots him up with enough drugs to kill him. He doesn't die, but switches back to crack. This he manages to get in the next treatment center, after which he escapes and gets shot by a cop.

"But you recovered, Scott, so when did you see the judge who sent you here?"

Scott doesn't know. His brain is fried.

"Okay, it doesn't matter." Joe tries to smile but it is not easy, might as well carry on: "Okay, let me tell you all what we're going to do today. Today's introduction day. We're going to sit around in a circle and..."

Scott raises his hand. "Why a circle, teach?"

"Because I f.u.c.king say so, okay?" Joe felt that cleared the air and turned toward a weaselly looking little guy. "They call you Spider, right?"

Red gums and rotten teeth get flashed-big time-and Spider nods.

And then before Spider can say one thing a big black man shouts: "Yeah, but they should call you child molester, man. You like little girls, don't ya?"

"That'll be quite enough, Denby. You're no Boy Scout either!" Joe snapped back. Denby is hurt and furious at the same time but Joe doesn't care: "You gambled away your home; you've robbed and mugged people in order to gamble. Your wife became depressed and your children went into care. That's nothing to be proud of."

"But I ain't no deviant at least! Like him!"

Spider was trembling. "Look, I always get this. I'll be G.o.d d.a.m.ned if I know why they didn't separate me...I never get put in with the..."

"Normal ones?"

"Normal? You think you're all normal? You're all here because of how loused up you are! What are ya, nuts?!"

Joe nearly had to call security. "Shut up-all of you. Otherwise I can send you to the quiet room."

He got waved off for that. "That's cool, dude. I just go to sleep in them places."

"Not in our quiet room." Joe smiled. "It gets awfully hot in there."

"Oh yeah, why's that?"

"It's part of the treatment program."

For some reason, they looked startled by that. Joe was pleased. It would make things easier. But then he notices...

Scott is busy sniffing the air in between wiping his b.l.o.o.d.y nostrils.

"Stop that and sit down, Scott."

Scott stuck his tongue out at him and Joe shook his head. It was like a kindergarten in here sometimes.

"Okay look, let's move this thing along." Joe turned toward Spider. "Now your real name is George Hughes..."

Spider looked pleased to talk about himself. "Yes it is. My father's name was George, Sr., he was a bus conductor..."

A ripple of laughter then...as Albert started singing to himself.

"Hey, what's that you're singing, Al? Do you take requests?" Scott called out.

Then, because Joe told him to shut up, Scott shouted back: "Who wants to send fruit cake here and the perv away? Look, dude, we don't want these guys here. They don't belong here. We're in for addiction, and these guys-"

Joe cut him off. "They are both suffering from addictive disorders the same as you. Mr. Fugle here-Albert? Albert has been diagnosed as suffering from OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder-which is directly related to his addictive personality. In his case he has attempted suicide on numerous occasions-often injuring people who tried to help him. And George over here-(another gummy grin) Mr. Hughes has also been diagnosed as having OCD and declared also to have an addictive personality. In his case it's s.e.xual addiction."

Spider bestowed what could only be described as a princely nod toward Joe.

Joe figured he might as well lay all the cards out for them. It was only fair, really. He was just about to start when Scott who was still sniffling and wiping his b.l.o.o.d.y nostrils, stood up again. "There's a gas leak here, man. I knew I smelled it when I came in!"

This started a wave of panic as each of them (not including Albert, who was now singing Amazing Grace) started to scream.

Joe felt sorry for them. "Really, fellas, it would have been better if I had taken you through everything."

But they weren't listening. They had converged on the door and were trying to open it. "There's a f.u.c.king fire here, man, you better let us out!"

Joe realized he wasn't going to be listened to for quite some time so like always he decided he'd wait it out.

Finally they got it. That is-the kid got it first. Scott started to cry, saying how he understood everything. "There is no 'quiet room', is there? It's just a back door, right?"

"No," Joe replied. "It's a kind of vestibule to your final destination."

Denby was next. "Oh man! I understand! I really do!"

Spider cottoned on last and when he did, he just wept, saying how sorry he was, pleading for another chance, swearing to be good.

It was pitiful. Joe had seen it all before, sure there were certain differences throughout the ages, but this was how it was now-now being relative.

You see, there was no fighting it, it was orders from the Big House and orders are orders. Sure, it was the lake of fire for each of them with a nice view of the steaming mountains of h.e.l.l to complete the scene. After all, d.a.m.ned is d.a.m.ned, baby.

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Back to TOC.

Unlike most quasi- illegal substances, steroids have helped people; they're prescribed for several different medical conditions-in fact they're one of the only methods of alleviating them, at present-and they do enable athletes and bodybuilders to attain nearly superhuman levels of achievement. I'm personally baffled by the att.i.tudes sports authorities have towards steroid use: "They used STEROIDS to hit those thousand home runs!" I think, "Aren't you PAYING them these endless millions to HIT a thousand home runs? h.e.l.l, GIVE them steroids, let 'em use them all they want!"

As long as they're prepared to 'pay the piper', of course. And when that piper is my man Keith Gouveia...LOOK OUT.

Taper.

By Keith Gouveia.

Let me start by taking a moment to apologize to the world. I feel as though the cataclysmic events that have unfolded in the last couple of weeks are my fault.

Maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I just watched news broadcast stating that there is pandemonium in the streets of Hartford, Connecticut. The infestation is spreading and, as their numbers increase, our chances of survival diminish.

I am locked away inside my home in Fall River, Ma.s.sachusetts. I thought I was safe, until my confines were reduced to my master bedroom. At least I still have the bathroom. A 13-inch television is my only link to the outside world. Fortunately, I had enough time to grab some canned goods and other rations.

But they won't last.

My dresser secures the door and the windows are boarded, but recently the bangs against the door have increased in frequency and intensity. I know in my heart that it is only a matter of time before our government has the situation under control, but I fear I will not live to see that day. That is why I write this now.

My name is Adam Kelly, and this is my punishment.

My friend Will and I were enjoying a day together. It had been so long since the two of us could just hang out as we did in the old days, what with me getting engaged and all. Our day started at the gym, where I learned the stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d was taking steroids. Of course, I chewed his a.s.s out for it. I worked in the pharmaceutical business and knew of all sorts of horror stories about their effects on the human body. But did he listen? NO! I dropped the subject.

After our workout, the two of us headed to my house to change clothes.

The plan was to try the new sushi bar that opened downtown. Since Will lived in Rhode Island, I reluctantly agreed to let him borrow some of my clothes. Once we were ready, we headed over to the restaurant. It was there this nightmare began. Why couldn't we have just gone out for steak?

The place was crowded and we should have walked out right then and there, but instead, we waited.

"I have no idea what any of this stuff is," I said as we looked over the menu.

"Don't worry about it. We'll ask the waiter what he recommends," Will replied and put down his menu. He too had no idea what he was looking at.

"Can I start you off with something to drink?" asked the waiter.

"Yeah, I'll have whatever is on tap."

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