Courtesy of ExposeTheTard, two more archival pieces of Pacione’s are available. The first one talks about traveling to get his mind off being accused of child abuse, signing himself into the nuthouse, and trying to enlist.
The reason I want to try to get the trip to Starved Rock going within the next weeks or so being that I want to get my mind off what came down on the 20th of April, the Columbine anniversery as well as the day of when I got accused of child abuse. That was the weeks leading into my actually signing into the hospital . . .
Is he actually blaming those events for his mental illness? Frankly, I think he was mentally ill long before either one happened.
I was trying to enlist into the Army at the time but it was on a snap descision and could not find my DD2-14’s from when I was in the Navy.
I knew he had enlisted in the Navy and gotten kicked out (I thought because he flunked a mental exam), but didn’t know he subsequently tried to enlist in the Army. Obviously, he had no luck getting into it, either. But that’s okay, folks, because he found another way to make Uncle Sam pay him to do nothing.
The second piece talks about being a shrimp in high school, and being teased.
I had to live with a nightmare of being tormented day in and out when I was in school — those type of things tend to stick with someone when they are older in life. Teased as a youth — think differently as an adult.
Normal people don’t have that reaction to being teased. They get over it.
What was it like being in special education — depending on the person who was in there. Some people tend to take it better than others but where they are treated like they are less of a person or not a person at all . . .
I, for one, know that nobody in my school system ever picked on the kids in special ed. If anything, we bent over backwards to give them a hand when needed. But then again, they weren’t nasty jerks like Pacione.
It was back in February 1998 when I was sleeping beneath a bridge — almost as someone a few years ago told me when I was 17 that I was going to end up in a cardboard box.
He still may, when his grandparents die. We know his step-father doesn’t want him living with them.
I was not a big person in high school, more the target for bullies — parents did not like to spend a lot of money on me or did not have the money because of all the bills they were paying out for the house in Glendale Heights.
Resentful, much? Seriously, he sounds resentful that his parents didn’t spend more on him.
The ones that were the worst about it would have to be the underclassmen — especially the ones who were towering over me by about a few feet.
Either he went to high school with a lot of Manute Bol statured people, or he really is a munchkin.
*More on this later; I have to go to work now*
He’s a munchkin.
I see he’s making more threats to shut her down.
So far he’s had very little luck getting anyone shut down.