when did you realise you were screwed

I knew I was screwed when my daddy called my his business partner when he helped me build my trailer park home.

That is a great open-ended question OP!

It will be interesting to see how people interpret your question and relate it to their own life.

I have never felt "COMPLETLY" screwed but had moments of oh Sh$*, this will cause some problems:

The time I flipped a fan, while taking out power lines and I couldn't drive away.

The time I woke up in a bush outside someone's party in Boston area and they were telling us to get off their lawn the next day.

The time I woke up in some strange apartment in New Orleans and had no idea how I got there.

The time I went to have a drink with some guy in Hollywood and then he came out in a robe and started talking about his friend that gave him great massages.

The time I left school one week before finals as I was told that if I didn't they would have another drummer in the studio. I left Boston for Atlanta to find out things although while in motion where NOT at the point I was told.

The time I was outside of the city and didn't have money to pay toll so I deposited an empty envelope.

The time I sold short on stock and lost ten thousand dollars over night and hadn't told the wife. The next day the broke called and she was the one to answer it.

And...MANY...MANY more!

I knew I was screwed when the counselor at re-hab told me "it takes as long as it takes" and he was like 15 years younger than me.

The day I graduated from basic training.

the day I figured out that medical care is all about money, therefore all about killing since making people sick is more lucrative.

LOL..you know I was thinking the exact opposite:

The day we pulled up and on the bus (you remember, most likely up ALL night as that is how they like to do it) and two or three people MOTIVATED us to GET OFF of their bus, lol!

When my women probation officer told me this was the best system in the world.

That was actually a close second....Basic training was a bitch, but I learned alot and will use it to save my life and someone else's when the time comes. When I graduated, I knew I was screwed because I knew I was now OWNED. Property of the United States Government. A Paid slave.

BUT I joined out of honor. My eyes were opened after basic training. But I actually really fully woke up when I got my Hypnosis Certification.... Now I KNOW what they are doing. It's all around us. I see the signs. I see the hypnosis played out by Obama, by Bush, by 9/11, by advertising and by Pastors and Preachers.

I now see. I HIGHLY suggest taking a course in Hypnosis. You'll be awakened even more then you are now.

LMAO WJ - now we know how you got 'yer handle !!
I can relate

When my abductors told me (just before they beat me up) that this was the best system in the world.

I hear ya!

I certainly don't regret anything I have ever done, but wow what a difference a few years and studying can make in opening one's eyes~

When my attorney told me he needed a list of my assets.

When I pepper-sprayed three or four guys in a vehicle and it went to court and my lawyer told me that I should just plead guilty because I didn't have a witness and it was basically them against me.

But why did you pepper spray them in their car?

I was dumb enough to confront them and realized I was outnumbered. Essentially, they were taunting and threatening me and I should have walked away (older now and wiser).

Security Officer?

Me? No...I happened to have picked up the pepper spray from my ex-mother in-law as she got it from a Chicago Police uniform store. She bought it for her daughter and myself before we returned to Boston.

I had it for years and only used it once. It was of course confiscated by the police (they were dumbfounded how I had a police type issue, lol).

I believe I was in retail at the time or playing bars (drums). I might have been in school even, but I don't remember.

Oh, and I do not regret what I did. Maybe in some way I may have saved their life someday as they will think twice about ganging up on someone (they might have a gun or something).

Last Edited by Winningjob on 03/09/2010 05:21 AM

Oh...I have another:

When I got married at the City Hall (Boston) I promised to take my awfully wedded wife...DOH! I should have known it was doomed!

when I found out I was born in Czechoslovakia

At least you saved on the wedding

when i started hearing.. .the voices

very simular story, me and my ex got married at city all, before we went in to see the justice, a chain gang of prisoners walked in front of us. i thought OMG that sucks, little knowing that it was a omen.

Oh it gets better: We took the SUBWAY/"T" to our wedding and then we all went to some family style restaurant, lol!

When she said "I don't want you to loose everything".

i can't even reply to this thread with honesty so i'll keep it humorous and light hearted. i'll just tell about the last time i thought i was going to die. it's sort of humorous.

i have an older friend (he used to be my dealer). his wife
cheated on him with all his friends that he grew up with
then left him and let it all leak out little by little to him. you know so he's sort of devastated to lose his wife of 20 years, plus people that were like a brother to him stab him in the back. (i guess this is his screwed moment)
anyways i went to see him the other day and he had some errand he needed to run and i rode along with him . he drives a police car that still has all the special chips and things in it. on the way to doing his errand he wanted to go take a peek in the drive of his friend's house to see if his wife's car was parked there. it was but they had left in his car. my friend just "snaps". he starts going like 120 miles an hour in this fucking police cruiser swerving all over the place crying . the only thing he would say was "this is how fast i was going the last time i flipped my car, i shouldn't have lived". he has this anger thing where he blacks out and has no recollection of what he's doing. anyways i'm figuring were going to die any second. this shit goes on for miles and miles . he thinks he sees his father coming towards us in the other lane and snaps out of it for a minute and hits his brakes (thinking his dad saw him) he fucks his rotors up and warps them in the process. he pulls out his cell phone and wants me to dial his parents to make sure it wasn't his father. he calls his parents on the cell phone (i don't know how to use a cell phone, i'm slightly retarded) . it wasn't his father. he starts thinking about things again and floors it the fuckin car is wobbling all over the place from the warped rotors and he starts telling me about the car . "it's supposed to have a mercury filled tank underneath as a counter balance, we took it out". finally we are in the middle of a populated city area and he comes to and goes "damn i didn't realise we were in town i'm going to get a ticket". he starts laughing maniacally and goes "oh i know i'll call the fire department and tell them the guy's house is on fire . it will be funny to ruin their little date and watch them scramble back thinking i burned their house down" . he went to jail a few days latter..

When the bank asked if I had tried to short sale my house, like 7 times.

When a light on my dashboard of my car came on and it started dinging at me and all the manual says is see your service provider.

My moment was when I was 11 at Sweet Henry's Restaurant with my father.
He owns factories and was just starting with robotics.
I asked him what about the people.
He said to me "We'll own them, they will be our slaves"

I can still hear his words 40 years later.