From: Anonymous

The following is the only message I believe still exists from the board 
after all these years. It was posted May 23, 1998, by Paul Anderson, the
sysop:

"Well after less than a year of drinking and smoking weed, it's over. Not that
I didn't already quit weed a month ago. But the drinking I'm sure would have
persisted. Well but now I'm in deep shit. My parents found out that I have been
smoking herb and drinking, specifically drinking in their house on Friday. They
now know about every substance I've ever abused. They know when I did it, they
know I stopped for a couple of months in the fall, and they know I started back
up. Well now I'm grounded for a month. That part, to tell you the truth, I'm an
not to sad about. The month will go by quickly. I'll cram it full of
extracurricular activities and I'll never know the difference. My biggest
problem is my parents have banned me from ever hanging out with my friends, the
bon air crew, ever again. I don't know if any of you have ever lost almost ALL
of your best friends, but it's a tough thing to deal with. I'm sure I'll see
them some...but it won't be the same. I see them at school, that's about it. In
the summer, we're cut off basically.

The way it happened, was my mom was reading my brother's email (don't ask) and
she found a letter to his friends stating that we had been drinking in the
house on friday,  trashed it, cleaned up, and also that I hadn't smoked weed in
1 month. This was news to them considering they didn't think I had ever done
any of these things. So they basically scared the fuck out of me on Wednesday.
They were sure, before they talked to me, that they were going to call my
friends' parents. I convinced them not to. First of all, my friend ben would be
sent back to his mom's house in Chester. He lived there in 8th grade. He lost
45 pounds and almost killed himself. They moved him back to his dad's because
they thought he wouldn't survive another month. Now he's buff as hell...
My friend John would never drive again for the next year. Pretty bad since he
relies on his car and loves it like a brother. My friend James would just get
grounded for alittle bit...nothing major. I thought my friends would be
appreciative of me saving their asses...John and Ben were, but James turned
against me.

James has told me and others three things that he believes/has believed:

1. That I tried to make my parents call his
2. That I pinned the whole thing on him (I told my parents, truthfully, that
   John doesn't smoke weed, and Ben and JAmes do. They already knew that my
   friends did it, so I told the truth spared john)

And the newest one:

!!!3!!! THAT I MADE THE WHOLE THING UP BECAUSE I DID NOT WANT TO HANG OUT WITH
ANY OF THEM ANY MORE. This pisses me off. I thought I had a friend there... and
in my time of trouble, where I save his ass and get my ass fried in the
process...he pisses on me like that.

So now I'm left with my best friends gone and not TOO many peopel to hang out
with this summer. Sure, I've got Kenny, Tara, and the rest of the crew. But it
really sucks to lose a group of friends like I had. I'm never aloud to hang out
with them again...and I'm not going to sneak. I'm not going to break my parents
rules...it just doesn't seem smart. An dI'm not oging to do anything
illegal...I'm sure I'd throw up from nervousness even if I tried.

I haven't been arested or anything...but this is a bigass problem for me.
One more thing...no more Carpet Mafia. We recorded our last good song the other
day, "Been Mistreated".""