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.............................CALIGULA.....................................at P.A.............................................
On those nights that Capt. Winters took the kids of special interest to his room,(only 1 per night!), I would sneak over to and alternately put my ear or my eye to the keyhole to look and listen to his words and actions.In his little WILLIE WONKA WORLD of his 10'x15' room. He had his H.O. train set running around track flats on the walls to bring the kids at ease and not think much of any punishments that might or might not happen.He would alternately either give them candy or let them play with his H O Train set to put them in a total comfort zone.
At this point he would get around to mentioning that he(the kid), was seen playing with himself and ask the dumb kid if he had enjoyed it? The kid would answer something like,"yeah, sure , I guess." Whereupon Capt.Winters, this sick,deranged fuck(!)would ask the kid to show him how he played with himself.(!) Inevitably the kid would get a hard on the size of a Vienna sausage from those little cans, and the ludicrous part was that Winters was not much bigger! (lol!)!
It got to the point that I could tell what was going to happen depending on which kid went into his room. Whether it would be FELLATIO or depending on the kids size,(NO PUN!), it would be SODOMY! I can't , no I won't mention any names of the kids seeing as how they still may be alive today as high placed political officials in California government TO THIS DAY! But I digress.
What gets me is that parents of the 50's NEVER BELIEVED US KIDS IF WE TOLD WHAT WAS HAPPENING AT BOARDING SCHOOLS!!!!!!!!!!! Who could we turn to? Tell the police and they would scoff at children! then they would tell our parents and then THEY would begin to either do a tap dance on our heads or bring out the belt! (YES , THE BELT!).
Now how does one make a segway from this?............
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DEMERITS...................at Pedophile Academy !

Now don't go thinking that those Demerits went by untallied. NO! The totals were kept scrupulously by the child officers and turned every night to the adult officers at the end of the day to be dealt with at their desecration.(and I mean ....At Their Own Desecration!)

The greatest offender of authority and trust was one Capt. Winters!( remember him? )I have no qualms at this point in time in giving his name for you see that at the age of 12 HE seemed really OLD .....at least 35 or 40, and by now he has to be dead, so there can be no ramifications now.

This is taking me some time to compose so bare with me................

At nights and after free time ,we were called to formation , read off information for the marrow then dismissed to troop off to our dorms.Once in our dorms and changed into our PJ's . We would stand at attention at the foot of our bunks until the child soldier wanna-be's came to call off the names of the daily winners of the highest DEMERITS and were called into the hall to be marched to stand again along the wall next to the room of Capt. Winters and await his metting out of justice upon his return from rounds.

ALL this comes forth at this point in time from places of fear and loathing, from cellars of fright and shame. IT WAS ALL DESPICABLE AND YET FASCINATING. For the kids involved.......I pitied them for their ignorance , compliance and culpability. In essence? fuck'em...........they got what they .......wanted?

You see Capt. Winters had in his employ "RAT FINKS" THAT HE PAID OFF WITH BOXES OF "Babe Ruth's, Aba-Zabazs,3 Musketeers or,appropriately enough, Paydays. "

to report to him the kids who were seen masturbating in there bunks at night after lights out or at the time (50's) acting "QUEER",WHEREUPON HE WOULD TAKE SPECIAL NOTE OF SAID KIDS ACTIONS. and if he felt that there was fertile soil to plow(!) , would make it a point to make sure that they received "Demetris".

As we cadets stood (at first), butts to wall (yeah, I was a regular there! I was the one who challenged the teachers on their outdated teachings information in the class rooms),we would await the arrival of the capt. to come tell us of our time to be spent with NOSE to WALL! IN HOURS!

As was customary, Capt. Winters would walk down the hall and read off the offenders to be meted out punishments, and those he would take to his quarters for talks!(thies were the kids who were first time offenders and turn-ins from the Kid Officer RAT FINKS! CURRING FAVOR WITH THE GROWNUPS!of any adolescent sexual misbehavior.)

I was ON THE WALL almost every night so I had the opportunity to mark his time allocations.It also seemed that I had balls enough,(albeit the size of pee-wee marbles ), to go look thur his key hole to see what was going on.(the other cadets either were too young, too afraid or just too innocent to go sneak and take a look ), and what I saw was an introduction into the world of "CALIGULA"

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SPUTNIK and the BEATLES
During the time that I was at P.A. I was actually fortunate to hear the beeping sounds of the Russian SPUTNIK as it traveled in its orbit over the earth. Remember this was still the time of the "RED THREAT".We , the cadets were gathered in the big dorms of L&M, to sit around on the floor to listen to Capt. Winters shortwave radio in awe as we heard the beeping sound of TOMORROW!
OK , so now what? beeps , big deal! I'm 12! who cares! RED THREAT! what's that? a rash?
Does anyone remember "the ED SULLIVAN SHOW"?
We had a main viewing hall where we cadets could watch TV en mass when we came back from home leave. Well on this one night the ED SULLIVAN show was on and he had this group of British kids with mop head hair-dos and skinny pants and guitars and this happy beagle looking kid on the drums. they called themselves "THE BEATLES", who knew? They sang some song called,"I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND", or something like that.
UPCOMING ............NIGHTS...and...........
THE DEMERITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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RETRIBUTION

After Flag raising, we'd march into the mess hall and sit at ridged attention with our arms folded in front of us chest high until told "AT EASE', and could start eating. (unless of course you had acquired DEMERITS, ), then you'd be left that way for the whole meal, until the end , where upon you'd be the last one to rise and be told to throw your meal in the trash without eating!(everything one sees in bad "b" movies about military academies is true and then some.). The same ritualistic bullshit transpired for lunch and dinner.Meanwhile the day students would be debarking from their buses.
After any given meal we would have 45 mins. of free time before we'd form up again to drill for 1 hr. then off to classes. Before we finish the day off and go to the dorms , let me jump to the week ends and its "fun". Parents were ALLOWED to take their kids 1 week-end a month to spend at home. (in retrospect , I think MOST parents preferred it that way,)
After the standard crap of the mess halls , we were allowed to go outside in the yards to do what ever. many of us played marbles , and some of us were really good at it . (THAT'S ME! lol), I had one game that was a sure winner for the golden drops of glass. I would sit down with my legs extended and put my 'CHAP STICK" standing on end at my crotch turned upside down with a marble in the cup, and the kids would shoot at it from the imaginary line drawn at the bottom of my feet, in the hopes of hitting off the marble and not knocking over the chapstick. If they did so they would get 5 to 1.It was a great scam! The other kids thought it was so good that they started it on there own. (I was losing suckers!), so I did something no one thought of ,(I put the odds in my favor!), I put a "pee-wee" in the cup !.(it was IMPOSSIBLE to knock off the marble without knocking over the chapstick! I WAS RICH!!!!!! And at 'POTS" I was the undisputed KING!, (of course I cheated! I used an "AGGIE", If you 've never played marbles then to explain it to you would be casting "pearls before swine")
Anyway , as in any world of high finance you would have your parasites who would come around and demand their cut of the action. (the BIG kids, LYSTER , THOMPSON and PHELPS) , They were in Band company. (so was I but, I'll get to that later.) Anyway they were big and bullies and they beat up on us and took anything they wanted! ANYTHING!
I was tired of being terrorized and decided to put an end to it! (Did I say that I like to read? LAU TZUE WAS A GREAT TACTICIAN! lol ) , reading that and coupled with Fathers sense of honor gave me the courage to do what I did next. For days, weeks I studied their habits and schedules. I picked my own battlefield and weapon! I waited until LYSTER (the biggest one),was alone and walking to the lockers and as he turned the corner I brought the baseball bat in a 'MICKEY MANTLE' swing and broke his knee! as he was on the ground crying with no one around to hear , I calmly walked over to stand above him , (inside I was jell-o!) and said ,"If you or the others ever steal from me or my friends again or beat us up in retribution , (I had to explain the word to him.), or snitch on me. I will find you and break the other knee! " DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!",crying and clutching his knee all he could do was nod.
Somehow later some cadets came around and took him to the infirmary and there to the hospital. when he returned with a cast. He and his two goons never harassed us again!( remember that thies guys were 15 and 16 and hitting the growth spurt and BIG!)
Another instance was CADET CAMPBELL! He was our dorm leader, a Sargent by rank.(15 years old!)

On Saturdays we would have "White Glove " inspections for all the Dorms, and after them we would be required to stay in situe until dismissed by our DORM LEADERS, here is where SGT. CAMPBELL(15 YEARS OLD!) would take his sadistic pleasures! We cadets were made to stand at attention before our bunks and the terror would begin! Campbell had a DAISEY PELLET GUN(that looked like a 45cal. "glock" which he kept in his duffel bag (long before HOME LAND SECURITY STANDARDS or simple school restrictions!), and would bring it out and LOAD it! at which point he would rattle off a litany of offences to his person by us. such as not cleaning his locker enough, not polishing his shoes bright enough to shine, not giving him our candy rations or just basic bullshit in general. At which point we were ordered to "about face", and he would then proceed to shoot us in the ass or legs or feet. places that would show nothing more the welts that looked like mosquito bites.

Over the weekend I had thought and thought and decided that I as well as the others had had, ENOUGH!

I waited until Sunday night around 2am , after Capt. WINTERS,(more on him later!), did his rounds and had Myers standing by the latrines as a look out and Becker by the door to let us know if Myers gave the high sign of intrusion. Meanwhile Carter and Morales stood by with a gag as I pulled up his, "Campbells'", sleeping head by his hair to be gaged!

When he groped out, I came down with the "LOUISVILLE SLUGGER" on his leg, then as he went to his leg, I got him on the arm, as he grabbed his arm, I got him in the stomach! he was down for the count but not out! as he lay there crying I got his Pellet Gun and stuck it to his head and said, "IF YOU EVER draw this on us again I will make it so you NEVER walk again! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

He was VERY stiff the next day ,and NEVER snitched on us and asked for a TRANSFER to another dorm 3 days later!

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PEDOPHILE ACADEMY( will now be referred to as P. A. ) , was overseen by military wanna-be losers ! Not one of the pedophile caretaker overseers ever served in the army, with the exception of one "Capt. Beauchamp", and he only made it to the rank of "Sargent" in the Army Signal Corp. , more on how I came to that piece of information later , also an "LT. McCLOUD". He was an auto mechanic before He joined the staff of P. A..
The teaching staff of P.A. was taught by has-been retired teachers who couldn't , or wouldn't be hired by the state of California for various reasons.(!)
It was safe to say that P A was the last repository of children for parents who didn't care to be bothered with the care of their children. ( it was a little pricey, but hey, who cares as long as it gets rid of that mill stone around your neck called "my kid"). I was the exception, I was placed there by the state, after all , my mothers portfolio could afford it, and the state got it piece of the pie.
While mama was resting in LA-LA Land, I was fighting my way up from the bottom of the 7 levels of "DANTE'S HELL", the paintings of "Hieronymus Bosch" had nothing on me!
Each dorm had it's adult officers and its cadet subordinate officers , ( suck-up kid squealers really.),1'st Thur 9'th grades and what ever ages that meant.
The day consisted of revely at 6am.,brush your teeth, shave,(oh crap, that comes later in life!), Make your bed tight enough to flip a quarter on . (At 9 or 10 years of age!) If not , it would be stripped and flipped ! to start all over again! and if all this wasn't done before Regimental Formation and the Flag raising, you'd get DEMERITS ! AND MORE DEMERITS! And this is where the day is taking us!


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Greetings all,

Working 7 days a week really sucks , not to put too fine a point on it............................

(have you ever awakened after falling asleep on your keyboard? Not a pretty sight! you look at your self in a mirror to see half the keyboard alphabet on your face from

your cheekbone to chin!) AND THE DROOL!!!!!!!!!! OY!

got to go to work now , today ... second job? what ever.......... back tonight.

and awake , i hope!

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AT THE AGE OF 11 , my emotional world started to crumble at its base liken the Empires of old. My life ceased to have solid footing in a state of reality. the Empires of Egypt, of Rome or those of Japan could not hold a candle to the pain and disillusionment of my 11 year old mind and heart ache. My mother suffered her own HELL! She had a total emotional and mental meltdown! She went maschugana, potzo.( to those of you who don't know Yiddish or Italian , that equates to being "nuttier then an shit house rat!")
While mother was interred , I was placed , moved and scuttled from foster home to foster home. One was the BEST! with a wonderful family of 3 brothers and 4 sisters (AND I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO HAVE MARRIED ANY OF THE SISTERS except Tianna , She was just plane nasty! ha ha ha ha .More on Her in a later chapter :) ) and they beat the shit out of me(not really ) and taught me how to DANCE with soul (albeit the sisters used to "burn"me (for the uninitiate white folk that means "sucka")). boarding school to boarding school to the ultimate den of hypocrisy, A MILITARY ACADEMY! (PAGE MILITARY ACADEMY by name ! I have NO reservations at this date in time of giving the name of that den of pedophile overseers !). Be it known that from each and every one of those institutions I made my personal efforts to emulate the adventures of STEVE MCQUEEN in "the GREAT ESCAPE", and ran away every Chance I could! (and like Him , I was caught every time and brought back !).
I just took a 10 min. break, I needed that ....................the rest that will follow will be intense! even for me.............it's Not going to be a pretty picture!

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