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On Sun, 03 Nov 2002 00:43:34 GMT, "Steelthorn" <steelthorn@attbi.com>
wrote:

>I got married the first time when I was 16. I did it to get away from my
>parents house and to get out from under their control. I feel sorry for my
>first wife because I was a terrible husband. For furniture we had lone star
>beer cartons. I was never romantic with her. I treated her like shit. I was
>a very bad boy. I acted very weird alot and was commited about 4 times in
>pych hospitals. One for calling and leaving poetry on a pdocs answering
>machine. One for going to jack in the box and making threatening and obscene
>jestures to their little order thingy. I was thrown in jail numerous times
>for public intoxication. One time I went and threw all my mayonaise, ketchup
>and whatever other kind of jars I could find in the refridgerator at the
>local stores parking lots. I got thrown in jail for that too. While at the
>jail I got thrown in solitary confinement so I started flushing the toilet
>over and over again and kept screaming all you niggers suck shit and things
>like that. I nearly started a riot. Plus I flooded my jail cell. The warded
>came in and put his hands around my neck and pushed me up against the wall.
>I just stared at him. He then handcuffed me to the bed. the bed had shit all
>over it and the floor had piss all over it. I was locked up like that all
>night. And all night I screamd and begged for them to let me out of there.
>So I came up with a grand idea, I would tighten up the handcuff so tight
>that it would squeeze the circulation in my hand so tight that it would cut
>my hand off. So then they would have to let me out right? wrong. I did it
>and then screamed I did it but they did nothing. I was there till morning.
>Finally I calmed down and a sherriff came down and asked me if I was going
>to be a good boy. I said "yes sir". He let me out and put me in another
>clean cell down stairs. But I was still in my stained socks. More in my next
>post.
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