I remember the greatest
class I took was at the Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale. It was for
the Media Arts and Animation program for an Animation class. Cali and
Mari Milton two sisters who were heir to the Milton Bradley Game
Empire, who have little fear of judgment, infamy, or controversy,
sat right next to me in my animation class. They were not coerced or
forced. They just had a crush on me, and found me fascinating, so
they sat beside me. They laughed at all my gags and jokes. Good sense
of humor. I was friends-classmates with the Milton Sisters (2002,
before they began the porn saga). They had long black hair. And
dressed like Kerouac groupies in gothed out black longsleeve black
jeans beatnik cafe attire. They were around 16, I was 17, or at least
it was that age range. The Milton's sat on both sides of me at my
desk. I don't remember our conversations if we had any. We never
actually did anything. I left them behind and went back on the bus
alone to my dorm room. I didn't realize how famous and rich they'd
become from porn making online later in life.
When Cary (and probably
Peggy) attempted to baker-act me and destroy my academic career by
Baker-Acting me from the Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale all because
I never talked to my parents on the phone when I was away, the
Miltons were two of the first responders to me. They tailed and
followed my parents car going straight to the hospital, unknown to my
parents. Everyone was driving in the dark The drive their my parents
were blitheringly terrified. They treated the Miltons following our
car on I-4, with the way Beth, Mom, and Dad were treating it, you'd
think the T-1000 from Terminator 2 was chasing them. 2 Little Girls
had my parents by the balls. The Miltons were happy to see Mom forced
to sit with them in the waiting room like some chump. Mom actually
bullied the black haired Miltons when she met them. “Whore's aren't
allowed in the waiting room” she said trying to discourage their
active sexual fetish for me she'd heard of. Mom's dead now. The
Miltons are rich and famous and I was their first mentor. I had 1
Milton on each side of me. I remember some of the classmates mocking
them, mimicking their laugh condescendingly. They got mocked more
than I did
