Not like some of the other recovering staff who smoke dope but say they’re clean.
I’ll tell you who the assholes are around here, he said. He looked at me and then turned away to change stations on a radio playing muzak. A man with thinning black hair, a handlebar mustache, plaid shirt, jeans and boots, sat behind a desk. I followed Billy V up a flight of stairs to the detox. I had not fully understood the purpose of the half-hour-early business. Tonight, my first night, I’d arrived fifteen minutes late. You’re late.Īs a detox staffer, I was expected to arrive a half hour before my shift started, at 11 p.m., so that the previous shift would not have to stay past their punch-out time updating their relief. There you are, said Billy V, a detox counselor and the night shift supervisor. I entered an alley and knocked on a heavy metal door on the side of the building. He founded the Society of Saint Vincent de Paul, of which the center was a part. The center was named after Frédéric Ozanam, a French scholar. The stores were gated shut and loose paper blew in swirls on the sidewalk, slapping against my legs and clinging to my jeans before being swept away by the wind.įollowing Seventh to Howard, I passed a thrift store and then saw Ozanam, a large square warehouse-style brick building. My first night on the job I left my Haight-Ashbury apartment and took Page Street toward downtown San Francisco, crossed Van Ness Avenue and walked along Market Street toward Seventh.
I was hired by the Ozanam Detox Center in May, 1983. Never forget who your friends are, he likes to remind me. Then he’ll walk to a Sixth Street bar and cut loose his two years of sobriety. He knows I have an interview for the shelter director position at 8 a.m. He’ll hang out at the detox center for a moment at shift change, as he always does. But he folds his hands behind his head and plans. Now that he has decided to drink, he feels calm and almost falls asleep again. He had done everything he should, and still he was denied what he deserved. He tried to read some of his old text books on alcoholism and its treatment, tried to take pleasure in his term papers and the comments scrawled in red, Nice insight! and Excellent observation! but those evening extension classes at Berkeley had been nothing but a betrayal, an illusion of accomplishment, and he tossed the books and his notepads across the room with a rage that kept him awake at night. His body ached from the weight of his bitterness. Thank God, it’s been decided.įor days he had found it hard to sit still, hard to sleep. He doesn’t remember having a booze dream, just woke up and decided: Today is the day I’m going to get fucked up. Hears his muscles and bones crack, sees how his curtains absorb the light of a late San Francisco afternoon, and at that moment decides to start drinking again. Gypsy awakens from a restless sleep, stretches. You won't enjoy it.I imagine it this way. If you have common sense and don't have the sex drive of a 13 year old male. Made me wish Gypsy got life sentence.ĭon't Watch honestly. The Director didn't give the case justice.
The acting was Cringy, Gypsy voice made me want to stab forks in my eyes and for christ sake we dont need a Masturbating Scene or sexual reference every 10 minutes. Despite how crazy and messed up her behaviour I was like gypsy should if pulled a Romeo and Juliet with the DID nobody rather kill her mother.
DONT GET CAUGHT NO NAME GPSY SERIES
PIC Was so unnecessary, as a viewer I didn't want to see that and I wish there was a true focus of the story and the relationship between the mother and daughter and have it resemble more closely to the real case because honestly watching this series made me Despise Gypsy as a Character and Those last moments before her mother was murdered I felt sorry for her. So I may be weird for a 16 year old but, the sexual content just made me extremely uncomfortable that two day later I had to give a review because it has made me confuse and sick to my stomach.ĭon't get me wrong the first few episodes were interesting it drew me and my mother in and we wanted to spend our lockdown watching but once the confusion of Gypsy age was raised it just felt wrong watching a "15 year old" either though she was truly older force herself on a Older male, then the children dating sites, the d.
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