He has this little gauge and when I squeeze the hand grip I break it. After he ran all of his tests, then it was Dr. Purrizzo�s turn. He makes me act like a monkey and try and lick myself. I remember jumping around the room stretching like a monkey and feeling very stupid as they laughed at me. Then he makes me act like a chicken and does many other things to humiliate me. This goes on for hours.
Finally, the women who are in the room tell the men to get out because they now want to have "their" fun with me. The women with the black hair now comes over to me. She says a few words to me. I don't know what they were but all of a sudden I felt a feeling like I had never felt before, I felt like an animal, territorial, like a primal beast, I got up and started walking around the hotel room pacing back and forth. My muscles are all pumped up, my arms all muscled and out to the side and my chest is fully expanded as I strut around the room. I am looking to defend my lair against any male who may come near. If I see another male I will kill him. As I look over to one of the beds the woman in the black hair is naked and on her hands and knees. She has her back arched and is waving her butt around like she is some bitch in heat. I see her and get an instant erection. I walk over to her, rip off my shorts and start, excuse the term, f*cking the shit out of her. I pick her up like she is a five year old and just started wailing into her. I felt like a primal animal. I f*cked her like I was some sort of a beast from the stone age. And she was loving every minute of it. I wasn't reaching climax, I was just nailing the shit out of this woman. It wasn't pleasure I was feeling it was more of a territorial act if that makes any sense. After a while I pulled out and literally tossed her aside when I saw Mrs. Purrizzo sitting naked in a chair in the corner masturbating as she watched me nail her friend. I grab her by the hair and throw her on the bed and repeat the same procedure with Mrs. Purrizzo. This went on for hours as the women had me "f*ck them" in different positions, in their Vaginia as well as their anus. Carrying out every sick fantasy they had, I would do what ever they told me to do to them. I an f*cking the woman with the black hair in a chair in the corner. So hard that she has passed out, I didn't care I just kept right on going until I heard voices coming from behind me, male voices. I hear "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU GIRLS DOING" and then I hear Mrs. Purrizzo say "well what did you think we were going to do with him". "I don't know? I thought you were going to make him act like a chicken or something" I hear him say. I pull out of the woman with the black hair and toss her onto the floor. I turn and see Dr. Purrizzo and a few other men by the door. Without thinking I reach down and grab the chair by the leg with my left hand, I stand up and grab the other leg with my other hand and rip the chair apart like breaking a wishbone. It was like the chair was made out of toothpicks or something because it took no effort at all, I just ripped it apart. I now had a chair leg in my left hand and I toss the rest of the chair off to the side. I start walking toward the men with my "club" my "weapon". Mrs. Purrizzo becomes frantic and starts yelling "HE WILL KILL YOU! GET OUT NOW!. HE WILL KILL YOU" to Dr. Purrizzo and she runs toward me to give the men time to get out, I push her aside and the men are scurrying out the door. They left in such a hurry they didn't close the door. I wasn't running toward them, just walking very fast, when they left I didn't go after them I just wanted them out of "my lair". I slam the door closed, lock and chain it, toss my club aside and grab Mrs. Purrizzo and toss her onto the bed. I remember feeling anger as she was "disobedient" and I nailed her as hard as I could until she had passed out. Then the woman with the black hair comes over again and this goes on and on. I don't know how it ended but the next thing I know is I am laying on my front steps again, and again my car is parked on the street and not in my driveway.
Over the next few weeks I would find myself stopping at the same spot about once a week. I don't know why, but some times I would just pull the car over. The next thing I know is I'm back in the hotel room. This time there are four women (Mr. Purrizzo, the woman with the black hair, and two others I had never seen before). I remember feeling like "an animal" again. As I was pounding one of the women against the head board I hear voices behind me. This time there are at least ten people watching. I see two of the women I had already had sex with on their knees giving a blowjob to one of the men (I think it was the husband of the women I was screwing at the time). These sick people are now getting off watching me screw their wives. And again I throw the women I am screwing aside and go after the men. And again the women run interference so the men can get out the door. I wake up and I am trying to get into my house.
Another time everything is black and all I remember is hearing "G*D DAMN IT! HE'S GONE SOFT AGAIN!". I struggle to open my eyes and I am laying on my back, there is a woman on top of me. She was a bit heavier then the other two and not quite as good looking. I push her off of me as I try and get up. As I am coming around immediately the woman with the black hair comes over to me and tells me to look her in her eyes, to focus and to look at her. I remember looking at her and then after that all is black again. This time I wake up in the back seat of my car which is parked on the street in front of my house.
Another time the woman with the black hair and Mrs. Purrizzo decide to take me to the woman with the black hair's house. They must have been drugging me as well as having me in a hypnotic trance because they were trying to get me out of the car and I could not move. I was as limp as a rag doll and these two women who weighed no more then 115 pounds each are trying to get me, a 230 pound kid, out of the bronco and into the house. I remember them having a very hard time and being dragged across the ground up the front steps and into the house. I remember this because someone had called the Police and they show up at the house about five minutes later. The two women are frantically trying to figure out what to do. They sit me on the steps going to the up stairs. The woman with the black hair tells me that Mrs. Purrizzo is my mother and you just had your tonsils out and your are still groggy from the anesthetic. She opens the door for the Police and tells him the story how Mrs. Purrizzo cannot go home yet because her house is being painted, and her son is still groggy from being under anesthetic. The cop asks me if I am all right, and I tell him that I'm fine and I confirm the women's story. The cop leaves and they close the door. They start telling me how I was "such a good boy". I remember them telling me how they are going to do treat me "extra special" for being such a good boy. They were trying to get me up the stairs and they were complaining because I wasn't helping them enough. I kept telling them "I'm trying! what have you done to me?" "Nothing Andy!" they said. I remember them throwing me on the bed and then I felt them trying to get my cloths off, after that everything is black. To this day I remember which house they brought me to, and where it is.
May 1988-June 1988-
The recruiting "scuffle" has basically past
and I have my college selections narrowed down to two or three schools.
My heart is set on going to Penn State. In the mail mysteriously comes a
letter from
West point
stating I was scheduled to have my physical taken to
continue my application process for acceptance into West point. I never had
discussed attending West point with anyone. At first I thought it was my
father playing some kind of sick of joke. I spoke to him and he knew nothing
about it. The physical date comes and goes. About a week later another
letter comes stating that I have been "rescheduled" for another physical
appointment at West point. This date comes and goes. A few days later
I get a phone call, the person asks why I had not gone for the physical. I
tell him that had no interest in attending any military academy much less
West point since my father was an Annapolis graduate. About a week later
another letter arrives, this one states that my presence is now requested
at the US Navel Academy to have my physical taken for admittance into the
US Navel Academy. This date also comes and goes. That was the last incident
involving the academies however since my academic record and my SAT scores
were not even close to academy standards the whole incident is very
suspicions.
Dr. Purrizzo comes to my house, rings the bell and tells me he wants to speak with me out on the street. He proceeds to tell me that he has "made a great mistake". After rechecking my DNA pattern against the correct hereditary background it turns out that I am the one with the superior DNA code. In fact, he says we used your code to determine dominance of some unknown markers. He knows of my situation with Penn State and tries to give me $4,600. The money was for college for me. I tell him I don't want his money (I also knew that if I had accepted that money as "payment" for damages done that I could not sue him latter, I think that this was his plan and that's why he had gotten so mad when I would not accept it). After my final episode with Mrs. Purrizzo and the woman with the black hair they have a wad of cash for me. "Andy take it!. You've more that earned it" she says. I tell her I don't want her dirty money and I hope she chokes on it.
A few days after that Dr. Purrizzo shows up again at my house, tells me to walk with him to the street again. He tells me that "he has been discussing it with this psychologist friend and that my mind functions in such a way in the subconscious THAT HE CAN MAKE ME THE MOST POWERFULL MAN IN THE WORLD". He then tell me to get into his car and he wants to take me to his office to do this for me. I say "REALLY?. OK.. I'll go, but only if my mother comes with me... Can my mother come with me?" He says that this is just between "us men". I tell him to go f*ck himself and start walking towards my house. He starts talking "Your a very smart kid! you had a 50/50 chance! we were going to get drunk and then decide whether to make you the most powerful man in the world or give you a lobotomy." I stop and turn to him and say "do you really thing I'm going to believe you when you tell me that YOU are going to make ME the most powerful man in the world? you might do this but ONLY if you could control me, if you could not control me then you would have to destroy me! Do you think I am that stupid? Now get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!." He then says "as I said you are one smart kid". He gets in his car and drives away.
The school year is now winding down and I still have not made my final decision as to what school I am going to attend. From out of the blue at the end of the school year a coach from the University of Rochester shows up and wants me to attend.
My father and I sit down to discuss that school I am going to attend. We are at a Chinese restaurant on route 17 north in Ramsey. My father sits me down and he starts talking. He said, "Andy, I have nothing against Penn State, it's a fine school. However, why are you going to college? To get an education or to play football?" I said "to get an education". He said "Good, now what are the odds of you becoming a pro football player?" I said "slim to none". He said "Good, so since you are going to school to get an education and not to play football don't you think you should go to the best school you can possibly getinto?" I said "Dad, I WANT TO GO TO PENN STATE". Then he said "I'm going to be the one paying for your school, IF YOU DON'T GO TO THE UNIVERSITY OF ROCHESTER I WILL NOT PAY ONE THIN DIME FOR YOUR SCHOOL AND I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME! Now Rochester is a much better school and I'm sure you will be much happier there, I'm going to pay for it and that's that".
So, I end up turning down a division 1 scholarship to attend a division 3 school and end up paying $18,000 dollars a year to attend the University of Rochester. For the longest time I absolutely hated my father for making me go to the University of Rochester. I suppose I could have come up with the $3,000 dollars on my own, but it was the fact that he said that "he would never speak to me again" if I didn't do what he wanted was what really pissed me off. And then on top of all this then he springs on me that I will have to take out a student loan in my name to help pay for going to school at Rochester. I remember this as clear as day, because after that I remember I swore that I would never let anyone tell me what to do with my life again. The strange thing is that's not how he remembers it at all. He denies ever saying that to me, but I remember specifically because I was heart broken that I wasn't going to go to Penn State. The strange thing is I remember my father, at about the same time, making a joke that he had been out of the Navy for 15 years and for some reason they wanted him to come in to give him a physical. He doesn't remember that either.
Aug 1988-
Football camp starts at the
University of Rochester. Things seem to go well. Let's just say that I
am VERY focused on performing well on the football field. I had trained
very hard all summer and I was in the best shape of my life. I do extremely
well during the training camp. I'm sure not by coincidence, I get my freshman
year roommate, we will call him Brian. Brian is also a freshman and is an
offensive and defensive lineman. He is 6-1 and 245lbs. He is huge, I mean
I thought I was muscular until I saw this guy. He talks openly about his
steroid usage, and even goes so far as to tell how that when he came to
camp "the coaches didn't recognize me, when I walked into the coaches office,
they said who are you?" and I said "I'm Brian XXXXXX from Irondaquite" (he
was supposedly a local kid, Irondaquite is a local town). He talks about
how as a senior in high school he weighed 185 lbs, but then started doing
"juice" as he worked out with the New York state power lifting champion.
He goes from 185 lbs to 250 lbs in 12 weeks. As a freshman he is the second
strongest kid on entire the team, I am the third.
Sept 1988-May 1989
Camp is over, and classes begin. I get an "odd" message stating that the dean
of the Psychology department wants to see me???? So I go in to see him. I
sit in a high back green leather chair and I am facing him as he is sitting
behind his big desk. He asks me if I would like to participate in some kind
of special "study" the University is conducting. I tell him "Have you ever
heard of a Dr. Purrizzo" his face suddenly becomes white and expressionless.
I could tell that he had, at that moment I hear a very slight creek from
behind my left shoulder. I get out of the chair and there is a door on the
wall. I open it, inside this "closet" the dean has a wet bar. But there
crouching on the floor is Dr. Purrizzo. I instantly grab him by his throat
and tell him that if I ever see him again I am going to kill him, he starts
to beg for his life, and I throw him into the bar. I walk over to the deans
desk and from the bottom I pick it up and flip it over onto him and I yell
something at him like "you stay away from me you lying f*cking piece of shit".
And I run out of the office.
A few days later I get a message saying that the dean of psychology wants to see me again. I ignore it and don't go.
A few days after that I get a third message from him telling me that if I don't come in to see him he is going to throw me out of the school. I'm saying to myself "f*ck this", Brian is insisting that I go. "Dude, he is going to throw you out of school, go in and do what ever he says". "F*ck you" I tell Brian. I decide to go in and give this ass hole a piece of my mind. As I walk to his office I am furious and I am going to kick his ass. I remember walking in, but I don't remember leaving.
After that I was a different person. I felt like I had blinders on "tunnel vision." I remember people thought I was the biggest "ass hole" because they would say "hello" to me as I would walk to class and I would walk right by them. Like they weren"t even there, I was off in my own little world oblivious to my surroundings.
Room 101
There was one building which I would walk by everyday.
Everyday, I would get the feeling that I had been there before. This
particular building gave me a disturbing feeling in my stomach, yet I knew
that I had never entered that particular building because none of my classes
had been in that building. Everyday as I walked by I would get this "flash",
"room 101" and I seemed to know exactly how to get there.
One day I went in, the building had a suspended walkway in the middle of it (it was very modern). I walk across the bridge, turn right and go down the stairs. All the way to the bottom. At the bottom I turn right again. There is a small hallway with only 2 doors. One on the right and one on the left. Both doors have like a sliding name plate holder on them. The one on the right is supposed to say "101". It does not, it says "Janitor Supplies". I am very confused. I turn to the door on the left to see if it says "102." The slot is blank. I turn back to the door on the right and reach for the handle. The door is locked. I leave the building. Everyday when I pass that building I would get the same uneasy feeling. Like I have been there before, or there is something strange about it. A few days later I go back again, and again the same thing. The door says "Janitor Supplies" and it is locked. I leave again. The third time however was different. I get to the door and it says "Janitor Supplies", at this point I'm just giving it a casual look. I go down there, I look at the door, it says "Janitor supplies" and I start to walk away. I'm pissed off and confused. As I'm walking away I said to myself "screw it" and I go back to check the door. I reach for the handle AND THIS TIME IT TURNS. THE DOOR OPENS. For some reason I feel very nervous and scared. I was afraid to go in. I push the door open and very casually look in. It's very dark and I reach for the light. The room is very small (only about 8 x 10). I look around and the room is very "sterile". No books, no papers, nothing. There are only two things in the room. One of those large athletic room training tables. It's like a high cushioned table that athletes sit on to get their ankles taped. Or if they are injured they lay on this to be examined. It was black. The only other thing in the room was a very small gray metal desk and a wooden chair. There are no papers, no books, nothing.