Bad Times and Good Times

[Opteron_Man]

I wrote a large story about my life from 2003 to the present.
I picked out a large chunk and I wanted to share it here.

I lived with my father in St Catherine’s, Canada until the Summer of 2003. Back then I was a real badass. I was 17 years old. I would always argue with him and his girlfriend. Like rules and cleaning up and stuff. She was a real bitch who wanted me gone. She would mentally abuse me and get away with it. Dad didn't believe me. When I tried to get a Summer job she fucked that up by telling the companies that called for me that she would tell me about the call. She never did. And I lost job opportunities. One day when dad and I were having an argument, he blew up saying that I was lazy for not having a job, verbally abusing his girlfriend, and doing nothing with my life. He kicked me out. He told me that I had 6 minutes to pack a bag and leave before he called the cops.
I packed up some clothes, a book, a small transistor radio, and my toothbrush. I left.


I had nowhere to go. There was an historic knife factory foundation near the water channel a block away from his house. It was surrounded by trees and brush. when I say foundation, I mean a concrete slab in the bush with a plaque. Completely open. I guess people would go there in the night on weekends and fuck, because I found women’s underwear and stuff like that around. There was allot of buses around there. Thankfully they produced grapes, cherries, raspberries and apples. There was a two foot tall skateboard ramp there left behind. I crawled under there and survived the nights in it. I don't care if it was the summer or not, sleeping out there lying on concrete under a plywood ramp with no blanket, I was close to freezing to death. It was hair raising when at 2:00 AM, shadowy people would walk down the wooded trail near me. I didn't know if I would get stabbed or what. I didn't luckily. I slept there all night, and in the morning, I would het up stretch and go foraging for food. I picked the grapes, cherries, raspberries and eat them. I had no water except the little bit that pooled on the concrete. I climbed the trees and got apples down. I wasn't always successful. I was so weak from lack of any real food. So I ate the ones I found on the forest floor.


I often would walk up and down the water way to pass the time. I read the small chapter books I brought. I laughed out loud when I realized that I had taken my toothbrush and found no way to rinse my mouth out. Well I only had a tiny amount of time to “Get the FUCK out!!!” as my dad so eloquently put it. I listened to the radio shows and it helped. I would crawl under the brush near the road and find very old steel pop cans and soda bottles. I suppose that 30 something years ago, people who walked down the sidewalk and threw their stuff down the steep incline and being that it was over 30 years ago, the foliage wasn’t so thick. As the decades went by the trees grew and shaded and protected the pop containers from rain and sunlight. When I picked them up they were in good condition even after so much time. I compare the conditions under to a time-capsule.


I fell into a consistent routine over the week I was out there. One night, a few kids came out there and camped out, they had a fire going and stuff. I hid as far away as I could. You should have seen my! I looked the way Rambo looked in first blood 1. Savage looking. I had been walking around in the daytime and I had sliced my hand wide open on some glass so I had blood on me. So yah, Rambo big time! After they left after a few hours, I went to se if they had damaged my skate shack. luckily they didn't. But, to my delight, I found a butane Bic lighter and a good folding laying there on the concrete. Strange, it didn't look like they had spilled out of a pocket, they were lined up neatly. I wonder if they saw me and left them there for me. Who knows. I needed them. I carved up a spear and waded into the water to stupidly catch fish. Of Corse I failed. It was tantamount to Chuck in Castaway failing to spear the fish too. I warmed my self with bonfire I made at night. I was so Hungary, I yearned for a little meat.


After days without real food my mind was spinning in circles. I could barely thing. In the middle of the night one night, I cop car came down the trail to my encampment. I hid. My fire was still going when I hid in the trees. I waited for them to leave but I suddenly herd a whoosh sound and my fire was gone. I hadn’t seen what they did so I don’t know what happened. It occurred to me that they actually might help me. So I climbed down and waved to them. They came over and shined there spotlight on me. They asked me if I was okay if I needed help and I said yes. I told them I was living out here. They told me to go to a shelter somewhere. They left. I schlepped down to the place in the morning to go in. To my surprise, they were filled up, I couldn’t go In. I wasted energy to get there. I returned to my shack in the bush and to lay down. Some hours later, my Dad’s black cavalier came down the path. I couldn’t believe it! He was in tears when he saw me. I went up to him with fire un my eyes and cotton in my mouth. He said all coked up that he was worried about me. I was flabbergasted! He put me out here! I didn’t swear, I said as icily as I could “But you put me here!” I think he asked me if I was hungry so he gave me some toonies and loonies. Then he left crying.


End of Part 1

[Opteron_Man]

Part 2

I went to a local corner store and bought bandages and a loaf of bread. I patched the slice on my hand and ate the bread. Bread never tasted so good.
With a full belly, I walked up to the townhouse where my Dad and his bitch lived. I knocked and he opened the door, not her. Cunt.
I begged him to let me use the bathroom. To come in and get warm and change my clothes. He Refused. He said that he found a shelter here in St Catherine’s where I could stay. He went on to say that I could even sleep on the back porch until tomorrow when he will drive me to the place. Well without the cover of the wooden skateboard ramp I was covered in dew in the night. I am surprised I didn’t catch something nasty. Unfortunately a barbeque propane tank sprung a leak and leaked it’s entire load of propane out as I slept back there! The smell was so thick you could have cut it with a knife! I was traumatized that if somebody turned a light on back there or threw a cigarette butt out the window, I might have been blown to kingdom come! In the morning, he brought me to the shelter and left me.


The place was called “The Raft”. It was filled with cast off teens with know were else to go. Just like me. That commonality helped me to make friends there fairly quickly. I won’t go into this too much but to make a boring story shorter, the place was shitty, the food was shity with pieces of stuff in it. The people I bunked with were nice and for the first time in my life I had friends. I stayed there a month before they told me I had to leave because the longest one could stay there was 4 weeks. Amazingly, that was the month of city wide blackout.





They contacted my Dad and he came fairly soon. I was amazed to see him.
He took me to an old group home in Welland Canada, and signed me in. The conditions were similar there. The house was build sometime in the late 1800’s. And the boss there was a kind man whose name I have forgotten. Dave maybe, I don’t know. Anyways, I wish I could meet him again, I wanted to thank him for saving my ass. I enrolled in the local High school and brought my marks up.
Interestingly, I developed a crush with a girl who lived there in the group home. Her name was Catherine. She was cute and had red hair and pale skin. From being outside at least 12 hours a day in the summer my skin was very dark in comparison to hers. She liked to stay indoors and draw. We strangely well together. Me with my fiery spirit and tendency to turn almost everything I said into a pulse pounding speech. and her quiet cuteness. We walked at night together by the locks. At that time it was winter 2003. We walked under a bridge near the shelter and we cuddled together. Both of us were so horny. We were both 17 years old and our bodies were aching. We kissed each other under that bridge and tried French kissing. She had never kissed a guy before and I had never kissed a girl. She tasted wonderful. But we weren’t very skilled. It was kind of wet. We clung together down there and I ran my hands under her bra across her boobs and up and down her back. I cupped my hands on her wonderfully hard curvy buttocks. You have to remember that we were in the middle of winter and standing under a bridge near frozen water. We couldn’t do much more then that, we were too nervous. And it was so cold. He collected ourselves and went back to the group home. Thankfully, we didn’t catch hell for being out too late. But by God, it was fun!


Unfortunately, not long after I became very sick. I felt weak and thought that I had caught the flue. The staff took me to a doctor. The Doc said that I had Mono. Great. She gave me some pills and sent me home. I was weak no matter how much I slept. My nose ran like a tap and I had my first nosebleed.
Anyway I got better. Some time later in December, That girl I told you about in chapter 8, broke up with me. She said she wasn’t ready for a romantic relationship. I was crushed. But I recovered my strength of will and moved on.


At the end of December 2003 or the beginning of January 2004, I can’t remember which, I went up to Sault Ste Marie, Canada to visit my Mother and brother and newborn sister. It was a wonderful visit. They were so happy to see me and were glad that school was going okay. I loved tasting my Mom’s cooking again after years. I went back to Welland a few days later and made the decision to ask Mom if I could live with them. She knew the crappy conditions I was living under and hearing the news that I had broken up with someone down there, she brought me back up at the end of January 2004.


I had my stuff down in Welland packed up in boxes and shipped up.
I moved into my mother’s basement where I setup an old computer on an old box.
I slept on an old cot there. It was great, to be surrounded by family again. It really was paradise.

[Pantherlette086]

Wow. That's interesting.

[Kristin]

I could feel the pain as you're telling about your experiences, and so sorry your dad chose his girlfriend over you.

[Opteron_Man]

Yeah, Dad and I don't talk to each other very much. Just to see what would happen; I didn't call him for six or seven months. He didn't call me at all! In those months, I had moved out of my first apartment, and into a bigger two bedroom one, and I had turned 20 years old. I call him he doesn't call me, I call him. What does that tell you? It's too bad, we used to be tight before that cruel bitch came into his life. If I could get away with it, I would murder that bitch. All the sick shit she did to me and got away with, it's amazing people like that exist!

[Kristin]

That's very sad.

[BLEED REBELION!!!]

That was very interesting. With A little work you could probably get your story published..

[Pantherlette086]

^ I agree. I read the whole thing and wanted to read more.

[Opteron_Man]

Originally Posted by Pantherlette086

^ I agree. I read the whole thing and wanted to read more.

The rest is uglyer. You won't like me after you read the rest.

[Opteron_Man]

Chapter 12:
I enrolled at a local high school called St. Mary’s College. It was an Old school built in the 1930’s and looked it. Back in the 1940’s both my Grand parents Fred Sr. and Shirley had been students there. I don’t know what they wore there in the 40’s but when I went there everyone wore uniforms. Black dress pants and crisp white button up shirts. I loved it, wearing that uniform made me feel like a somebody, part of a privileged elite. When I went to school for the first time and I saw everybody in uniform that was the same as mine, I felt Invisible like I was Goth Blended. LOL.

Chapter 13:
Back then you see, I had been on a quest to research Free Energy and suppressed inventions. I thought that if I collected together enough of it together I might be able to use it, build something and make a difference for the people I cared about.
Unfortunately, I let nothing stand in my way of my goal to liberate my friends and family from the cold steel grip of foreign oil. I still continue that quest today. I have made great strides.

Chapter 14:
What can I say, I was without morals. I stole behind peoples backs and lied to their faces. There is no glittery candy coated way to say it. At school, I stole computer equipment to continue researching. I went through great guilt pains because I believed that I was undertaking a great noble cause of finding free energy secrets and spreading it around but had to steal to continue this work. What a fool I was! It was around the end of 2004. I was 18 years old.

Chapter 15:
Around the beginning of 2005, I stole a ring of keys from a teachers desk. These keys enabled me to open 90% of the schools locks minus the outer doors. I shared this news with a friend of mine and unfortunately he told his friend and word got spread down the grapevine that I had the keys. Luckily, no teacher connected me with the thefts. Not yet at least. I was a King among my peers. I had the balls to do that thing. I had stolen so much. I had stolen mostly computer stuff, HDD’s and RAM. But I had come away with two Apple Mac Books with all the accessories. I couldn’t control my self, the rush was too great. Eventually, I was caught when some student told another student about me stealing the keys and a teacher was within earshot of the conversation. I was called into the vice principal’s office and a cop was there. The cocksucker sat behind his shiny desk and coldly went up one side of me and down the other. I didn’t know him from Joe Blow, so I felt no remorse when I lied to him. I got away with it and they let me go due to no proof. I went back to class and I was confronted by my religion teacher. I knew him and respected him and he had heard what had happened. He was a nice man with a kind face and had a reasonable attitude. He looked my in the eye and asked me what happened. I told him “nothing”. I couldn’t control it. I burst into tears, the monstrosity of what I had done had hit home. I told him that I stole the keys and used them to steal a lot of stuff from the school. That came as a surprise, they had never thought of connecting me with the disappearing computer shit. He thanked me sincerely for coming clean and doing the right thing by being honest with him and lead me to the office.
I was put in front of the cocksucker VP and he demanded that I tell him everything that I stole. Remember, lots of stuff was being stolen before I started. So he had to separate my thefts from others. I don’t know. I dictated the list of things and he wrote them down. That bitch cop was there too. Probably there to intimidate me incase I decided to LIELIELIE some more. That VP was pissed when he found out that I lied to his face minutes earlier and was tricked. A teacher got me to spill my guts to him. He was clueless as to why. I told him, I knew that teacher and respected him a great deal. That's why I didn't lie to him. I don't know you from Joe Blow and I respect you about as far as I could throw you. He didn’t like that one bit. He called my mother at home and told her that I was in his office and I stole a bunch of shit from the school. He also rhymed an overexadurated,*overinflated price list of what I had stolen just to shiver her timbers.

[Opteron_Man]

Chapter 16:
That cunt police constable brought me with another officer in a white Police SUV to my home and went down to the basement to where I slept. I loaded a box full of the junk I had stolen and gave to them the laptops and stuff that went with it. They also took my computer’s hard drive. I guess she didn’t believe me when I told her it was mine. I begged her to let keep it because I had all my stuff on it. Like a cop, she was suspicious. She took it anyway. After they left I knew I was FUCKED.

Chapter 17:
Over a period between 2000 and early 2005, I used computers to collect free energy secrets. Things that would help people live easier lives, but would throw 100 years of oil dependence in to economical chaos. Inventions that were TOO good when they were conceived. That's what I was interested in. Well, there were actually two things I was interested in at that time:

1. Free Energy
The great suppressed inventions of the past that included among other things as buried solutions to electricity generation (Free Energy making machines. Atomic hydrogen generator stuff.

2. PORN!!!
I collected all kinds! Even the bad stuff. I wanted to look at everything the Internet had to offer! I didn’t care, I was so stupid that I downloaded oodles and oodles of it. I was also retarded enough to keep the old filth from when I was just as young, 15 years old!

I was only a few years older then some of the kids in those pictures when I was arrested. I was 18 at the time. Remember that. I’m not some hairy old man.



Chapter 18:
The next day, a SWAT team came to my house to arrest me. I wasn’t surprised. I knew what was coming. They came down stairs and hauled me out of bed. I dressed in the first pile of clothes they let me reach. They cuffed me and read me my so called “rights”. I was led out of the house cuffed, in front of my family. I was completely calm. They drove me to a police station in a paddy wagon to my bail hearing. When I got there, they put me into a cell with somebody. I preyed that the guy next to me didn’t smash my head against concrete before the guard came back for me. Sometime later he came and got me and brought me out. He put the hand cuffs back on me in addition, he put on leg irons. I was perfectly calm as I walked across the courtroom past my family to the bench in leg irons. I don’t know where I got my courage that day. I put my hand on some bible and promised to tell the truth. I don’t remember much after that except that the judge said to me that I seem to her a smart young man with potential. Se also said that she didn’t think I was a danger to any kids so I was released to the public for a hefty sum of cash.
My mother, grand mother, and uncle crowded around me and hugged me and sobbed. They drove me home.

Chapter 19:
After I went home I went down stairs to clean up after the pigs tore through my bedroom looking for stuff. They also confiscated/stole all MY computer stuff.
My mom came down stairs and hugged me and tried to sooth me. I told her I was sorry. I wanted to die then and there. A few days later Children’s Aid, stepped in and said I could in their almighty opinion, continue living there with kids in the house. They jabbered that I might sneak like a catburgler up to the kids rooms and hurt them as their parents slept in the next room. Bulllshit! No matter how much my mom and uncle scoffed at the possibility of me doing anything to any kid, That Children’s Aid cunt was firm in her resolve. If I stayed, the bitch would have taken the kids away. They don’t want their caring brother in the house when they are perfectly willing to kidnap the kids in the name of justice. What kind of would is this!?

Chapter 20:
I moved out and into a Men's shelter. I lived there until I could find an apartment.
I found one and moved out days later. There was one asshole at the shelter that could have beaten the shit out of me, he was drunk and he cam up to me and said if he found out that I touched a child he would flatten me. Well, I didn't shrink away, I stood toe to toe and nose to nose with him. I stood my ground. I fucking pictures on my computers! I wouldn't dream of hurting any kid! Fucking morons!

[Opteron_Man]

Chapter 21:
I moved into my first apartment. A one bedroom piece of shit. But it was mine.
I stayed there with my cat tiger for something like 8 months.
I found a better 2 bedroom apartment on the Eastside of town and I took it.
I moved in as fast as I could. It is now the end of August to early September 2005.


Chapter 22:
I gained a friend by the name of Mark. He liked computers as much as I did. I lived above in the upstairs apartment. I stayed indoors for fear a lynching. I fixed the place up and collected computers and quietly researched free energy science and the electro propulsive craft. After all the shit I have been through I'm considering not sharing the jewels I have dug up with people. Unfortunately Mark has a son who is just a kid. When he found out about my charges I confronted and told him the whole story. He was shocked at the news, but he considered that he had known me for a few years that I was not a pedophile. Luckily I was still about to be his friend.


Chapter 23:
In March 2007 I went again to the courthouse. I plead guilt to my charges. They threw my in jail. Plain and simple. They said that they had to make an example about the perverted fuckers that prey on small children and that I was unfortunately lumped into the same group as these bottom feeders. Just because I had some bad pictures on my computer as a 19 year old. Fuck off! I was in jail for 20 days.


Chapter 24:
They cuffed me and my mother burst into tears. They took me out to a jail on the edge of the Soo. I was brought into the place and strip searched. I was dressed into a loud orange uniform like on TV.
It was deemed too fool hardly to have me put into the general population of the jail, so they put me into protective custody. In other words I was put in with the real **********! The people who ***** kids and babies! People who killed kids!

I was mildly curious for a short time about the wrong thing, that definitely doesn’t make me a pedophile!

Chapter 25:
I was given a thin mattress, pillow, and a sheet. I was put in a cell at the end of a row of cells. I was scared shitless! But I kept a strong front. I hear that the worst thing you can do is let them think your soft. Jail is hell. You have to shit in front of god knows who. You have to eat and drink meals that could have spat in. The light are on all the time. When I got out, I loved to turn my lights out at night! I ate dinner lunch and breakfast with murderers and rapists. People who still have a taste for kids even In jail! I witnessed horrible things in there. People smuggled in things, stuff like drugs. I heard that 30 feet from where I slept someone was stabbed, it went though his belly and came out his back! That happened when I was there! You might say that I was always on my toes. My mom and uncle came to visit me in jail. When I went into the closed in room I pretended like I was cheerful, I smiled and greeted them warmly. It was all fake. I was in the worst part of the universe. I did that to make them feel better. There were some good moments, there was a guard who was really hot, she was a tall lady with blonde hair. That just proves to you that grown women turn me on. That says it all. The offenders I lived with sometimes joked around. You had to learn to laugh in a place like that, or you went crazy. Fortunately I didn’t get ***** in the ass like you hear on TV. Although I was politely asked one night if I wanted some or would do him. I Strongly declined and that was that. I was released after 20 days on good behavior.

Chapter 26:
On the big day I was ushered out of the cell in the morning before anyone was awake yet. I was given my original clothes and I dressed. I was given my pocket contents and my wallet plus the chapter book I was carrying. They led me to a garage door, I stepped out and they handed me my knife and a bus pass for one ride. They rolled the door shut and I was alone. I got safely home eventually even though I was basically out in the middle of knowhere. When I got home my mother came soon after. I walked around my apartment and got used to all the color. Jail was completely painted in whit. Every thing was rich and colorful. I loved it all!

Chapter 27:
I had to register as a sex offender here in Ontario for 10 years.
I was also slapped with a couple of probation rules. That lasts for three years.

Chapter 28:
It is now April 2008. my life is going okay. I am going to move out and into a house with a workshop. I will fulfill my dream of experimenting with the free energy concept. I will be experimenting with William Lyne’s Atomic Hydrogen Furnace. I will also experiment with the flying saucer electro propulsive craft. I have been working on both of these thing for the past 5 months on paper. I also have high hopes on the Tesla 4 battery switch.
That should happen next month. Maybe I can give back something to the community even if I didn’t invent it.

[Opteron_Man]

If you are deluded enough to think that I am one of these bottom feeding child molesting fucks! Then you couldn't be farther then the truth.
Remember this, we all make mistakes. We're human. Some made worse mistakes then others. What matters is what you do afterwards. Do you learn from your mistakes or do you stupidly continue making the same ones over and over again?

[Opteron_Man]

Originally Posted by Pantherlette086

^ I agree. I read the whole thing and wanted to read more.

Pantherlette086,
Would you like me to send the whole unedited copy to you? If so, what is your email?