Life Story – Chapter 3 – Part 3

Part 3
“Cuz half way through the summer moms wanted me to move in I guess /
Then I did some crazy shit that got my mom so stressed /
They called the cops on me and in 30 minutes or less /
Some how i got dropped off in a coo coos nest/
I even remember when they put me in a coo coo vest /
I didn’t think I was crazy, I thought I was coo coo-less/”

9533 Devonshire Place, Highlands Ranch, Colorado 80126

House
This is an actual picture of the house all of this happened in that summer, as you can see above. 

So, lets sum this up really quick.

Great summer…. Went to Colorado, saw my mom, my little brother and my step dad, got choked by some big fat 8th grader. Everything seemed nice and dandy until one day……..

I was joking around and fell down a flight of carpeted stairs. Then my mom was standing there in awe, looking like “OMG” wondering if I was hurt as I just laughed. Simply because of her reaction, I threw myself down the next flight of carpeted stairs.

She freaked out, which is why I did it! Attention! Now remember, I’m 10, these were carpeted stairs, to me it felt like a massage. 10 year olds are limber and nearly invincible lol she was screaming, “Don’t do that! You’re going to give me a heart attack!” and stuff like that.

And just out of attention and wanting more of it, did more stuff, that all added up. My mom kept freaking out MORE. In the end, I grabbed a knife and then chased my little brother around the house with it. Upstairs AND downstairs until he locked himself inside my moms room. I stood outside the door as I said all creepily “I’m going to get you Billy.”

Knife

You can see a knife under the house in the tattoo. 

 

Now, let’s be serious for a second. Grown as I am now, This kid we are talking about HAD serious problems lol. But at the time I knew I was doing all of this for attention. I KNEW I was just kidding and I meant no harm. But she thought I was serious. Sooooooo they called the cops on me… at 10 years old.

The cops came and started asking me why I did it. I just said I was kidding, guess that didn’t fly.

The cops looked at me like I was crazy. I remember this because I can specifically remember his facial expression. My step dad came home and was giving me that, ‘what the fuck is wrong with this kid’ look.

They decided they didn’t want me in the house at all. I remember my mom crying, tissue in hand. Four or five cops sitting in my room, downstairs in the house, with the sun coming in on me to my right side. Them all talking about how I was going to get where they were sending me.

They told my mom, “You can drive him there if you want” she looked at my step dad and then looked back and said “No, you guys can take him.”

I remember that Ambulance drivers are actually the ones who drove me. I was perfectly fine, non restrained and holding full conversations with them. Asking them “What’s this” and “What’s that” and they’d laugh at me as they explained.

My mom followed in a car behind us to where we were going. When we got there she parked like 50 yards away and she waved and cried as I was escorted into the building.

Unbeknownst to me, I was at a hospital as my own mother put me in a fucking Coo Coo ward. A mental hospital for children. I remember the staff walking around with tasers during nap time we slept in rows of 10 x 5 in cots and they slightly dimmed the lights and told us to take a nap.

As a kid, I recall this as being some of the worst days of my entire life. I hated it there. It felt like I was dying. I plotted my escape every time the door buzzer that let people inside the ward buzzed, but there were numerous door entrances so It wouldn’t happen. I found out there was more than one locked door to get out as I actually slipped passed one of the doors trying to get out, only to hit the 2nd door that was placed there for that very reason.

I wonder how my Mom and Step Dad told my Aunt “Hey, You can pick him up from this mental hospital, here’s the address.” I don’t know how long I was there, the days all ran together.

But I do remember when my Aunt Susie came to get me out. I felt like I had just been saved from a pitch black room that hadn’t seen light in months.

What’s unfortunate about her having to come get me from Texas all the way in Colorado was that this was the last straw for the Army. She had left base and the field and had so many issues that interfered with work with me that they discharged her from the Army.

Basically, I got her kicked out. She had like 2 months to get everything in order and we prepared to move back to Chicago.

Kicked Out Of The Army 1

 

Part 4

Chapter 3 – Part 4 – The Very Illegal Visit From My Mom

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