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05-11-2005, 09:24 AM
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Mine was 1961-'65.
The week I started (with a scholarship), the teaching brothers pulled some of us aside and said, "If you want an education here, you have to get it yourself. We're too busy keeping order." It was the truth. There was a black market run out of the lockers where you could buy a gun, a girl or a "hot" car. Even heroine. I was a weak and skinny kid, a smart guy and a loner. Prey, in other words. The only way I stopped the attacks and threats was to wire my biggest bully's car with an incendiary device one Friday night. It was a small one, but on Monday I told him that if he kept up on me, things would get bigger on his end, too. Nobody fooled with me after that. Funny, huh?
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