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what ever happened to sofageorge?

KillahBee said:
Think I have seen him on other boards.
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....and that's too bad cause he was a nice guy
 
Anthrax said:
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....and that's too bad cause he was a nice guy
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yeah, we seem to have lost a lot of good people in the last year or so, especially over on the training board. guess that's the way it goes though, as we have gained some as well. like me. I am good.
 
SofaGeorge said:
No clue. He hasn't been around pretty much forever.

I miss him.
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welcome back!!

you still pay for plat here? or are you plat 4 life?

Do you still talk to any EFers regularly? I ran into Citruscide at a halloween party.
 
remember that story of the fat women who spent so long in one place on the sofa that her skin had grafted to the sofa
the para medics had to remove her and sofa together
she died
 
His 2 posts that I remember are the 'getting revenge' story and he said that hardly anyone could leg press 10 plates on each side while going all the way down. Let's see if I can dig them up.
 
I worked for a video arcade in 1980. The owner was a complete arrogant dickhead. He was always mean to me... border line abusive... but I was chasing the cat for food and really needed the job.

The arcades didn't use quarters... they used tokens... and all the machines had Master locks on the token cash boxes. The attendants didn't have keys to the locks because the owner didn't trust us... but we had a big drawer full of opened unused Master locks that matched the key for when they got new machines. (They owned about 5 arcades.)

I had worked there for a year and a half. I was the ONLY non family employee... all the owner's brother-in-laws poker buddies etc... worked there... and they were all lazy ass wipes who stole from him. One day he transfered me to another arcade that was FOR SALE. I asked him about it, basically saying I had been an honest employee, worked hard. I was the only one who ever cleaned the place... needed my job, and he was now transfering his shiftless brother inlaw to my job... and sending me to the company that was about to close. He SWORE he'd keep me working when the other arcade closed.

I'm not stupid.

The life blood of his business was cash flow. He needed the money (tokens) going into the machines to make the payments on his equipment, rent, payroll, etc...

At night I started hacksawing the locks off machines. I'd dump the tokens in a suitcase... then slap a fresh lock on the machine. In no time at all I had over $80,000 in tokens... a hell of a lot of money back in 1980. (And very heavy. You couldn't carry it all at once.)

Then the arcade sold.

I immediately asked the owner about my job. He gave me the 'sorry, but you work at the arcade that's closing routine' so basically I was out of a job and screwed... and he didn't keep his word.

That night I got several friends to help me. We took the tokens at night and scattered them all over the local junior high school yard. We left bags of them near the circle where the transients hung out. We sprinkled them along the main drag on the downtown mall.

People who remember it call it the "Night of the Golden Rain." We dropped those little gold tokens everywhere.

The next day kids woke up and found free FREE FREE arcade tokens everywhere in town.

The arcades were jammed with kids playing the machines for free. Paying customers couldn't get near them if they wanted to... plus homeless guys were standing in the doorway offereing to sell 10 tokens for a dollar when the arcade's vending machines sold only 5.

We kept this up for a couple weeks... tokens on the school yards... tokens near the homeless camp.... etc...

The arcades all closed a couple months later. The owner couldn't make his payments. The last I heard he was selling used cars.


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Here ya go. Ain't I smart?
 
you fucks, quit bumping this. I'm somehow subscribed to email notification to this thread even though I purposely turned that off.
 
Lestat said:
welcome back!!

you still pay for plat here? or are you plat 4 life?

Do you still talk to any EFers regularly? I ran into Citruscide at a halloween party.
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No, but I just got an email from the site that I had been made Platinum for a few days... so I thought I'd better step back in. (I'm a habitual researcher, and without Plat I can't use the search functions here worth beans.)

Hi StarFish and all! :qt:
 
Hi Raina!!!

Oh, and if people are going to repost my old stuff... don't forget this one. I still think about this guy.

What are the moments that haunt you?

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About 20 years ago I worked as a counselor in jail in Colorado. The facility I worked in was what is called a "work release" center - which means it is an unlocked facility and the prisoners could come and go each day to work and school. It was mostly for inmates who were finishing up their prison sentences and needed about 6 months to adjust to life on the outside, make some money, etc...

I worked the midnight shift. It was a cool job - dead of Colorado winter - three feet of snow outside my windows - and working the graveyard shift for the most part the guys (I never really felt comfortable calling them 'the inmates') were in bed asleep. I could sit and read most of the night.

We had one inmate come to the facility. He was a lot older than the average. Most guys were 18-30. He was 72. I checked his 'offense' when I signed him in. He had gotten 8 months for stealing a loaf of bread and a pair of tennis shoes. That seemed like an awfully stiff sentence for such a petty crime, so that night after I'd placed him in his room and he had gone to bed I sat down and read through his full file.

His rap sheet went back more than 60 years - and the amount of jail and prison time he had served during that 60 was staggering. I honestly think if you added it all up he hadn't had more than 5-6 years on the outside in all that time - but oddly - all of the crimes he served sentences for were very minor stuff - a series of petty thefts mostly - never any violence - never any drug or alcohol offenses - and it always seemed that almost as soon as he was released for one minor charge he was arrested for another. Finally - there was a pattern of judges just getting sick of him and repeatedly sentencing him to jail time again and again and again.

What made the least sense about the whole thing was looking at it all on paper - it looked like he went out of his way to get caught. He never ran. He never tried to deny charges. He always pled guilty.

I'd seen a couple guys who were what was called "institutionalized" - which basically meant they felt more comfortable in jail than out - so I decided that was this guy's story...

...but then I kept reading.

One counselor about 10 years earlier had actually taken the time to interview the guy and get his life history. You can't say that much of it was eventful after the age of 12 because pretty much all he did was go in and out of jail. The notation that caught my eye was a scribbled note about his 6 year old brother dying when this guy was 10 years old.

Most of the guys in the facility got up at about six in the morning. Part of my job was to set out their breakfast. I used to sit with the guys after my shift and have breakfast and coffee with them - breakfast was usually cereal - but sometimes a couple of the cooler inmates would ask if they could crank up the stove and they would make pancakes, eggs, bacon, etc... for everybody.

This old guy loved pancake and egg breakfasts. It was like if was "home cooking" to him - and on mornings when we had big breakfasts I tried to sit with him. Big breakfasts seemed to warm him up for talking.

I talked to him about the pattern - how he was always in and out of jail - and I told him straight forwardly it looked on paper like he wanted to be in prison. I asked him if he felt better in jail. Was an institution more comfortable for him.

He answered me honestly. He said he was okay with jail, but he liked being free. He talked about the things he liked to do, how he wanted to have a dog, go fishing, but then he ended that breakfast saying, "But I don't never get much of that."

It was a couple weeks later that I got a chance to go digging into his soul again. We were having another one of those lots of snow outside and lots of hot food and coffee inside mornings. I decided to ask about his brother.

He told me when he was a kid (about 1922 I'm guessing) it was his job to be at school an hour early to light the stove so the school house would be warm when the other kids got there. His little brother would always tag along. One morning he got there late and was in a hurry to get the fire going. He took a bucket of kerosene used for lanterns and tried to pour some on the fire. The fire jumped into the bucket. He dropped it - and the kerosene splashed all over his brother. It burned the school house down and his brother died in the fire.

He said at the time his parents didn't blame him. They said it was an accident. He expected to be arrested and put in jail - punished for what he had done - but nobody came to arrest him. Nobody would punish him for causing his brothers death. The sheriff never came. The teacher never blamed him.

But he blamed himself. He said, "I was reckless... just in a damn fool hurry to start a fire and I killed my little brother. He never got a chance to live 'cuz of me."

He stopped eating his food and just looked down at his plate. He wasn't sobbing - but he was shaking slightly - the intense internal pain that is anguish - so deep it clings to a persons bones and only someone who has felt it can see it. Tears went slowly down this 72 year old man's cheeks.

I knew that morning why he had been putting himself in jail for the last 60 years. He wasn't going to jail for stealing bread. He was going to jail because that is where he felt he belonged for killing his brother.

As he sat there and wept he said, "I can still smell my brother burning."

__________________
"If the fast life kills you - you'll have no regrets."

email [email protected]
 
SofaGeorge said:
Hi Raina!!!

Oh, and if people are going to repost my old stuff... don't forget this one. I still think about this guy.

What are the moments that haunt you?

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

About 20 years ago I worked as a counselor in jail in Colorado. The facility I worked in was what is called a "work release" center - which means it is an unlocked facility and the prisoners could come and go each day to work and school. It was mostly for inmates who were finishing up their prison sentences and needed about 6 months to adjust to life on the outside, make some money, etc...

I worked the midnight shift. It was a cool job - dead of Colorado winter - three feet of snow outside my windows - and working the graveyard shift for the most part the guys (I never really felt comfortable calling them 'the inmates') were in bed asleep. I could sit and read most of the night.

We had one inmate come to the facility. He was a lot older than the average. Most guys were 18-30. He was 72. I checked his 'offense' when I signed him in. He had gotten 8 months for stealing a loaf of bread and a pair of tennis shoes. That seemed like an awfully stiff sentence for such a petty crime, so that night after I'd placed him in his room and he had gone to bed I sat down and read through his full file.

His rap sheet went back more than 60 years - and the amount of jail and prison time he had served during that 60 was staggering. I honestly think if you added it all up he hadn't had more than 5-6 years on the outside in all that time - but oddly - all of the crimes he served sentences for were very minor stuff - a series of petty thefts mostly - never any violence - never any drug or alcohol offenses - and it always seemed that almost as soon as he was released for one minor charge he was arrested for another. Finally - there was a pattern of judges just getting sick of him and repeatedly sentencing him to jail time again and again and again.

What made the least sense about the whole thing was looking at it all on paper - it looked like he went out of his way to get caught. He never ran. He never tried to deny charges. He always pled guilty.

I'd seen a couple guys who were what was called "institutionalized" - which basically meant they felt more comfortable in jail than out - so I decided that was this guy's story...

...but then I kept reading.

One counselor about 10 years earlier had actually taken the time to interview the guy and get his life history. You can't say that much of it was eventful after the age of 12 because pretty much all he did was go in and out of jail. The notation that caught my eye was a scribbled note about his 6 year old brother dying when this guy was 10 years old.

Most of the guys in the facility got up at about six in the morning. Part of my job was to set out their breakfast. I used to sit with the guys after my shift and have breakfast and coffee with them - breakfast was usually cereal - but sometimes a couple of the cooler inmates would ask if they could crank up the stove and they would make pancakes, eggs, bacon, etc... for everybody.

This old guy loved pancake and egg breakfasts. It was like if was "home cooking" to him - and on mornings when we had big breakfasts I tried to sit with him. Big breakfasts seemed to warm him up for talking.

I talked to him about the pattern - how he was always in and out of jail - and I told him straight forwardly it looked on paper like he wanted to be in prison. I asked him if he felt better in jail. Was an institution more comfortable for him.

He answered me honestly. He said he was okay with jail, but he liked being free. He talked about the things he liked to do, how he wanted to have a dog, go fishing, but then he ended that breakfast saying, "But I don't never get much of that."

It was a couple weeks later that I got a chance to go digging into his soul again. We were having another one of those lots of snow outside and lots of hot food and coffee inside mornings. I decided to ask about his brother.

He told me when he was a kid (about 1922 I'm guessing) it was his job to be at school an hour early to light the stove so the school house would be warm when the other kids got there. His little brother would always tag along. One morning he got there late and was in a hurry to get the fire going. He took a bucket of kerosene used for lanterns and tried to pour some on the fire. The fire jumped into the bucket. He dropped it - and the kerosene splashed all over his brother. It burned the school house down and his brother died in the fire.

He said at the time his parents didn't blame him. They said it was an accident. He expected to be arrested and put in jail - punished for what he had done - but nobody came to arrest him. Nobody would punish him for causing his brothers death. The sheriff never came. The teacher never blamed him.

But he blamed himself. He said, "I was reckless... just in a damn fool hurry to start a fire and I killed my little brother. He never got a chance to live 'cuz of me."

He stopped eating his food and just looked down at his plate. He wasn't sobbing - but he was shaking slightly - the intense internal pain that is anguish - so deep it clings to a persons bones and only someone who has felt it can see it. Tears went slowly down this 72 year old man's cheeks.

I knew that morning why he had been putting himself in jail for the last 60 years. He wasn't going to jail for stealing bread. He was going to jail because that is where he felt he belonged for killing his brother.

As he sat there and wept he said, "I can still smell my brother burning."

__________________
"If the fast life kills you - you'll have no regrets."

email [email protected]
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Goddamn that is heartbreaking.
 
SofaGeorge was a dog. A damn dog!

Am I right or am I right, Goerge?


and thanks for the hair advise. I never thanked you 3 years(and two months) ago.
 
SofaGeorge said:
So... did anybody ever find Sofa? I miss the guy.
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That story still makes me sob and sometimes it's just what we need.

























I've seen him around, not sure sure though that I'd ever really find him.
 
Hi Velvett. So good to see you. :loveyou:

And Gonelifting, you are correct - the real Sofa is a dog. As a matter of fact, George is sleeping in my office by my feet as I type to you.
 
SofaGeorge said:
Hi Velvett. So good to see you. :loveyou:

And Gonelifting, you are correct - the real Sofa is a dog. As a matter of fact, George is sleeping in my office by my feet as I type to you.
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Yeah, cool.

I once waited 11 months for a k hit from you. Good times. lol I don't know how long it was, but it sure seemd like 11 months.
 
SofaGeorge said:
We ALL got banned at IT. Kronk had a major freak out.
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He thinks you guys are all FED.
 
SofaGeorge said:
We ALL got banned at IT. Kronk had a major freak out.
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wtf? who else was banned?

where is my homo Ranger at these days?
 
SofaGeorge said:
Are there any people here up for a So Cal gathering?
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only if KillahBee goes!

hey sofageorge, good to see another OG.
 
BigRickRock said:
He thinks you guys are all FED.
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No... I'd just describe it as a long term psychological meltdown.


AAP said:
wtf? who else was banned?
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To be honest... I don't know the whole list... Citruscide... Straitshooter... ChokeU2... me. There was actually a really fun "Who's banned from IT" thread" after the meltdown... lots of folks... and all felt they pretty much had the same story.


Vagabino said:
i got banneded from there too
they hated me there
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Yeah bro, but I was the Admin there. It's a little whacked when the Admin gets banned. :lol:

Somebody tried to disguise it for a while by changing my user title to "Trtbal Chief in Waiting" but that was pure BS... I think somebody thought it made the site look bad to have so many popular long term staff members banned... but now the titles have been changed back to "Banned."
 
Sofa,


I told you all the dude was crazy but nobody listened to me.
 
SofaGeorge said:
We ALL got banned at IT. Kronk had a major freak out.
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I made my first post over there in months only to find the thread had been deleted,hence I lost my post
maybe a dozen active threads there and the Immigration thread was the big kahuna
and it's KIA
 
i love you and citruscide sofa. i love you both in that weird and awkward and kinda creepy kinda way.

r
 
Razorguns said:
i love you and citruscide sofa. i love you both in that weird and awkward and kinda creepy kinda way.

r
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If you particularly like Citruscide in that way... I can send you photos.
 
Sofa what's happening with Ranger now? I got a few pics of him in the mail years ago and nothing else since.
 
AAP said:
Sofa what's happening with Ranger now? I got a few pics of him in the mail years ago and nothing else since.
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Bikinimom broke his heart. He sent Mr Mooscle some blue panties and was never seen again.
 
AAP said:
Sofa what's happening with Ranger now? I got a few pics of him in the mail years ago and nothing else since.
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No clue. I really like the guy, but I haven't heard from him since we all got banned at IT.
 
SofaGeorge said:
No clue. I really like the guy, but I haven't heard from him since we all got banned at IT.
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Ranger got banned too?
 
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