I have been criticized by a lot of you out there as a pretty Sick Person.Guess what,I do not Blame you one bit,even though there are more horrible truths I could relate to you,I would like to tell you about the way I Live,and think Today. Even though I have lived that past life,I have been Blessed by someone to still be able to function as anyone else.The only difference between you and I is,I am Comparing Two Worlds now, Where I have been,and What I am seeing,and living now.I live with my Father in Pensacola,Fl.,the only social life I have is a trip to Biloxi once every two months,more to get out of the "CABIN FEVER" attitude than gambling.I don't have enough money to be throwing it away like I used to in the past.One haircut each month,Dad and I go out to eat lunch about 2maybe3 times a week.I quit smoking about 2months before Hurricane Ivan hit,I don't drink anything but Diet Coke.I don't like to talk to other people when i'm out and about,basically because I can be a little to frank about what I could say. I will be back in a little while. RED

By the way, there were 30 members in each clinic for 5 days, 150 clinic members a week. After the Urine Samples,I would take them upstairs to the Doctor,then she would give me the 30 plastic bottles with a measured 8 Ounces of Methadone. At that time the Methadone was an Emerald Green Syrup and I was told that it wasn't very tasty.The cubicle I stood in during the distributing of Methadone had a Bullet Proof front window. The Doctor said it would take the force of a 45 Caliber Bullet. The Methadone was delivered to the Doctor by an ARMORED Vehicle.It was delivered after Sundown.The Guards stood,and watched the Doc mix the Drug,and then they would leave. It took the mixture 8hours to jell-up for use. More Tomorrow. RED

How many of you know about "METHADONE"? I hope not to many. In 1971 I worked for a Doctor in Washington DC.She started one of the first Drug Maintenance Clinics that would be dispensing Methadone,along with other Drugs to Supposedly Help Heroin users to withdraw slowly off the Heroin. The Clinic was in her Home/Office. It was mainly in the Full Basement she had made into a clinic.There were Three Bathrooms for the members to use for the urine test.A member had to give a urine test every time they came to there scheduled clinic date.If they left a Dirty Test one week,the next week they would be Dropped from the clinic,the Courts,or there POs would be got in touch with,and they would be dealt with by them. We did not deal with Street People only,there were a few of the governments Kids also,Heroin does not Discriminate when it comes to CLASS. The Doctor put me in charge of the Urine Samples,after they gave the sample to me i had to label each one,and put them in the trays for the techs to pick up and take to the lab downtown. This is going to be a long article,so I will be back in an Hour. RED

Today I signed a petition for a Monument to remember a Very Good Man.I went to school with his Son,as a matter of fact Billy (HIS SON)gave me my first nose bleed.I am afraid I had it coming,we were in the Fourth Grade.Billy was pushing me around,and I called him a Son of A Bitch.Well at that time I didn't even know what it meant.I had heard someone call somebody that Phrase,It hurt the somebodys feelings real bad,thats what I was trying to do to Billy.Well,I'm the only one who got his feelings hurt,instead of making him feel bad,it made him Very Mad.He hit me right in the middle of my face,POW,when I got up off the ground I felt my nose and,on my hand was blood.Needless to say I never called him a Son of A Bitch again,nor anyone else. Do Not ask me why I told you about this Memory of long ago,just forget about it. LATER RED

When I was watching "JUDGING AMY" this morning,I listened to what the Publisher of Amys Brother,He told him he wanted him to write about the life of one of the Inmates he was teaching in the State Penitentiary.A no-holds barred description of the Inmates life.The reason he gave was to give the public some insight on how,and why he wound up in the Pen.A Story about the STREETS.NO-HOLDS-BARRED,that is what I tried to do the night I wasn't allowed to Post my piece about Prostitution.You people need to know everything about the Streets if for no other reason than Education.I am constantly seeing,and hearing every night how the regular citizenry are being Robbed, Killed, Raped,or Terrorized by the Criminal Element.My Dad has watched Me time,and time again shaking my head back and forth while watching the news.Anymore he doesn't ask me what's wrong,because he knows what my answer would be, "PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING" about what is going on around them.Having been where I write about is not FUN, I have sat here a lot of nights thinking about what subject to write about,I sometimes get Goose Bumps. I don't like dredging up some of the Crap I tell you about. LATER RED