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Was watching the local news  during the week , on a segment on the new techno Pick pockets. ( Picking pockets, identity theft with new technology)   and was remembering way back in the 60’s when my brother was training me to pick pockets up in his room. The Faster the better.  No one  suspect that  a child would  steal.

Me:  I just wanted love and attention even when it was negative.

If. N smoked cigarettes.. I smoked cigarettes. I felt tough and invisible with a cigarette hanging from my mouth, but the truth is I was just an  8 yr old little girl.

I do remember going into a store and stealing  beer for my brother and his friends.

and N. and his friends  broke into their parents houses to steal money for drugs.  On a few occasions I went with them.  (  why he brought me :  I don’t know,  just a crazy-warped  version of Baby-sitting for his baby sister )

This escalated to going down to the streets of NYC ,  It escalated in proportion to my brother ‘s growing drug addiction.

 

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            With my  Back on the  faux tile floor , The  walls of the kitchen look  aqua green/  an aqua green under water world/  like my brother and I are  dreaming .

            except  that         as he had been taught by  Dad/

N .  tries to  teach  one of his junior high school friends, Mike ,  what to do with his little sister/

                   as he presses the coke bottle  my eyes  look @  my brothers curly head  and upwards  @  Mike ‘s  dilated pupils.

                             His  Eyes  Wide Open

                            Staring

                           Saucers that take up his face.

                          Face Red

                         Disgust

                       Shock 

some one wears  penny loafers

but

( MIke  Never

 came

back to

Our

House

AGain )

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My father had a  private post office box that other members of the family didn’t know about and it was my brothers responsibility to  pick up packages  in the box and bring them home.  He brought me along.

These were pictures of naked children and  also Leather S/ M  photos.

I remember reading the book, ” The Secret Garden” in the old soft back edition . The  book cover had an illustration of a  a sullen little girl standing by  a grey wall & When I looked at it , I  knew that she understood how depressed I  was and this unkempt Garden behind the walls , she turned into a secret hopeful  place.

I still have the book.

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