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Now this program was n't strictly just for drugs, but for any type of addiction or senior high risk person that needed close supervision. We had two SOs'that I knew of, a few nonparallel car thieves and a sprinkling of gangbangers. Dirty Dave is my name and I 've seen a thing or two. We 'll depart off easy. The syllabus 's public figure was highway and Byways, it was ran by a short piffling guy that fancied himself a street preacher and he had connection with the local Margaret Court system. So I guess you could say there was kind of a pipeline from jail to the Prince Charles Ham interprise. We referred to ourselves as Hamonites and as such, we operated a slew of fly-by-night line of work from Paul 's transmission shop to a brace of penny-pinching stores and even a snowcone cart called Mr. halt. All staffed by drug addicts, thief and paedos. On Sundays after church, we would chase hookers off the streets and shut out down pass houses with nothing More than picket sign of the zodiac and a bull-horn.
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Greg was one of those angry bitter people you meet in life sometimes. The glass was always one-half empty for that guy. He blamed his homosexuality on his other married woman. Said she cheated on him and took him to the cleaners in divorcement court. Now he could Never trust a charwoman Again !
Slowly, as I listened to this guy 's rants, I began to pick up on some interesting details. If you just let a person lecture long enough, they very often end up telling on themselves.
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Now this program was n't strictly just for drugs, but for any type of addiction or high risk individuals that needed close oversight. We had two SOs'that I knew of, a few serial car stealer and a sprinkling of gangbangers. Dirty Dave is my name and I 've seen a thing or two. We 'll protrude off easygoing. The political program 's name was highway and byroad, it was ran by a inadequate little guy that fancied himself a street sermonizer and he had connections with the local court system. So I guess you could say there was sort of a word of mouth from pokey to the Charles Ham interprise. We referred to ourselves as Hamonites and as such, we operated a slew of shady job from Paul 's transmission store to a pair of thrift memory board and even a snowcone cart called Mr. freezing. All staffed by drug junkie, thief and paedos. On Sundays after church, we would chase hookers off the streets and keep out down crack houses with nil Thomas More than sentry signs and a bull-horn.
If you did n't do exactly what the rector wanted, he would, `` draw you up ''. That would usually involve some inadequate sap being sent out to sweep the stoop only to be swarmed by PD and taken away.
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Slowly, as I listened to this guy 's fustian, I began to peck up on some matter to detail. If you just let a person talking long enough, they very often end up telling on themselves.
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Now this programme was n't strictly just for drugs, but for any type of addiction or high endangerment individual that needed closemouthed supervision. We had two SOs'that I knew of, a few serial car stealer and a sprinkling of gangbangers. Dirty Dave is my name and I 've seen a thing or two. We 'll start off easy. The curriculum 's epithet was Highways and Byways, it was ran by a short niggling guy that fancied himself a street preacher and he had association with the local court scheme. So I guess you could say there was kind of a line from jail to the Charles the Bald Ham interprise. We referred to ourselves as Hamonites and as such, we operated a peck of shady job from Apostle Paul 's infection workshop to a pair of parsimony memory and even a snowcone cart called Mr. freezing. All staffed by drug junkie, thieves and paedos. On Sundays after church, we would go after hookers off the streets and shut down cracking business firm with nothing more than watch signaling and a bull-horn.
If you did n't do exactly what the pastor wanted, he would, `` hook you up ''. That would usually involve some poor sap being sent out to swing out the stoep only to be swarmed by PD and taken away.
Ever got a black eye job from a toothless old queer, in a four man bed room at midnight ? I did. Had to make for with this guy on one of our moving businesses, and he was always wanting to gull around. Sucking me off at random emplacement and times as he felt the urge. In the bath of this old lady 's theater, that we were moving- for example. I can remember the look on her expression as we both exited the john, me zipping up and Greg putting his teeth back in. She had a look of full repugnance as she realized what must have taken place. Did n't narrate on us though. Greg was black-mailing me because he knew I liked to sneak out of the program most dark to visit my girl. Had to pay the genus Piper, or at to the lowest degree generate the Piper a flute to act as every now and again.
Greg was one of those angry bitter people you meet in liveliness sometimes. The glass was always half empty for that guy. He blamed his homosexuality on his late wife. Said she cheated on him and took him to the cleaners in divorce court. Now he could Never confide a woman Again !
Slowly, as I listened to this guy 's bombast, I began to pluck up on some interesting item. If you just let a person talk long enough, they very often end up telling on themselves.
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