There was this guy, I always heard talk about in Daytop. Everybody hated him.. Everybody, especially, the higher members. he was like so bad. There were all kinds of stories about him, and he had been sent to many Daytop facilities, all to no avail. Then, all of a sudden one day, there he is. He didn t look so bad to me. I was shot down at the time, he came in shot down, and as well, he was the first person, I seen earn the status of "House Tool". That meant, that anybody could make him do pretty much anything they wanted, at any time. Ya know.. not like really crazy shit. But the most important thing about " house tool" was that even shot downs could boss him around and make him do shit. the status would get a glow in their eye, when they mentioned that little clause. After all, what could be more degrading then being fucked with by a shot down. Shot downs were like the house losers. They had to sit on the floor all the time. they only got 2 cigarettes a day, if they were lucky, and they had to "account" for those to earn them, they weren t even allowed to humm, and they just basically couldn t show any signs of happiness, as well as getting all the worst chores.
I don t know. His first day, they put him up in front of the family, and all fucked with him. I could see very clearly, that he wasn t a bad guy, but that he had at this point also accepted their view of him, as a burden that was his to carry. He was beaten to an extent but just not giving in. I remeber, they kept like trying to pressure me to boss him around cause i was a shot down, and that would like be so cool. I was just always like , " Nah. That s alright."
"But you re a shot down . You re supposed to"
"Is there any rule that says that I have to?"
"No."
" Then I am not going to"
In my head, I m thinking.... Are you fucking kidding me? Why the fuck would I wanna do that? Do you think I am an asshole like you?"
One day, the poor kid was actually given the opportunity to have a cigarette, but he didn t have one, and of course, no one would give him one, so I did.
" You re not allowed to give him a cigarette"
"Why not? It's my cigarette. "
"he's that. he's this... He's the other thing."
"Okay.. well, I m giving him a cigarette. you got a problem with it, you run it up the chain of command, by the time you get an answer, he ll have already smoked it."
Fucking punk, thought he was gonna bully me. You wanna torture somebody, do it yourself asshole.
It s amazing how I can go right back into these memories.
The "House tool" was all like thanking me and shit.
I said, " For what? All I did was give you a cigarette."
I wasn t defending him, and I didn t want him to think that I was. I didn t need him latching onto me. All I did was give him a cigarette. With everything after that, I was defending my right, to be nice to someone who had done me no harm.
Paul