I just had rather shocking news. It isn`t even shocking. I`m just shocked.

Can anybody tell me what happens when you mix 13 years of a big void in the «discipling and regulating your child`s activities» part of parenting with a little bit of hereditary insanity and a whole juniorhigh full of rebellion? Oh, you get a relationship between a mother and son where the mother doesn`t know her own son (let alone wanting to) and a son who wants to believe that there is good in his mother but can`t quite bring himself to stop hating her long enough for it to sink in.

Ok then, another question; who here has seen the punk rock flick, Detroit Rock City? For those of you that haven`t, here`s the run down: four boys all dying to go see Kiss in Detroit but being kicked in the balls a few too many times by random obsticles. One of which is Jam`s (Sam Huntington) mother who is a bible thumping fucking (s`cuse my french) lunatic. The most memorable quote in the movie is between the two of them when she sees him outside the church she left him in in Detroit right before the concert. it goes like this:

«Jam: Hey what's up mom? I'm gonna ask you this nicely first. Can i have my drumsticks back?

Mrs. Bruce: Your drumsticks are the least of your worries young man. You ran out on God! My son just ran out on God! You are in a world of...

Jam: TROUBLE! I've been in trouble for the past 12 hours! HELLO? You know I'm going to be in St. Bernards Boarding School for the next 2 years. I'm gonna be out of your hair until I'm a legal adult! And then all YOU have to do is is light a candle, pray to some stupid little statue for me and all is forgiven and forgotten, right mom? Then you can spend your days in a guilt free pursuit of more constructive activities like telling people how screwed up their lives are. And then you no longer need the patience and understanding required to talk to your own son on some normal plain. And then that way you don't have to think about how tough it was for you when you were growing up and its a good thing too cause if you did, you'd realize what a lousy, goddam shitty-ass parent you are.

Mrs. Bruce: Jeremiah what has gotten into you?

Jam: I JUST LOST MY VIRGINITY IN A CONFESSIONAL BOOTH! LORD HAVE MERCY! Now for the last time, Mom, give me back my fucking drumsticks... please. »

Ok so am I the only one who sees the parallel? ok maybe you don`t but then you don`t know the family history. My aunt has been on my cousin`s back insesscantly since he first gave her reason to be. My cousin gave up trying to please her a year ago it and has been doing whatever he wants since. My uncle is useless. Well he makes money but frankly he has no idea what to do with his son or daughter... or wife.
Up untill my aunt showed her flip side (excuse the pun) my cousin had great grades but during the three years of junior high he was kicked out of five diffrent schools. mostly for cutting class and for generally being a trouble maker. Now i find out she`s sent him to lockdown in Montana. How is that going to help!?!??! The cynical way to look at this is to think «well he can`t hate her anymore than he already does, so maybe this will turn him around» did i say cynical? i think i might have meant optimistic.
My cousin who I love like a brother has been sent to lockdown. how much can this help? he`s either going to come back an army enforced droid or even more angry and uncontrollable than he is now. I think the only person who even knew what what was going on during junior high was his girl friend and for some reason they broke up. How can my aunt hope to force good choises and regard for others on him? I`m sure I`d be a monkey`s uncle if shes ever shown it herself. (I`m not saying that he disregards everyone, just her and everyone else he thinks is beneath him)

I love my cousin, how do i get him out of this? and if I do what then? would it have helped? is Bootcamp going to help?

«Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?»
-Mark "Rent-boy" Renton from Trainspotting (1996)