Uncaged by Frank Shamrock, Charles Fleming Read Free Book Online

drugs. I would get wasted. I would be the drunk-in-public guy, the guy who gets everyone in trouble because he’s too trashed.
    This led to some terrible things. There was a counselor at the ranch who was sort of the house dad for our group. He seemed to act really nice to me, and really helpful. He got booze for me. But then he also molested me. After he got me drunk, he would suck me off.
    I was only thirteen. I hadn’t really had sex with a girl yet. I had all kinds of ideas in my head about sex being wrong and dirty. I was twisted up about it because of what I had been told and what I had heard, mostly from the Jehovah’s Witnesses. I knew that what he was doing to me was wrong, but I didn’t know what to do about it. I could have told somebody. But who would I tell? He was a trusted employee of the Shamrock ranch who had been there for years and I was some punk kid who was always in trouble.
    Over time I got a reputation for being a bad kid. I got thrown off the football team after going through “hell week” because I was fooling around with a girl. Later, I lost my chance to be on the wrestling team because a bunch of the guys on the team had gotten drunk and the coach thought I had gotten them the booze. I actually had nothing to do with it, but I was sort of the go-to guy when something bad had gone down. I just happened to be innocent that time. My life might have been really different had that moment turned out a different way.
    There was a world-class wrestling camp at Lassen College, near Susanville. It was a fantastic place, and I loved being there. But the second day of camp the coach started screaming at me and told me to leave. Bob came to pick me up. He asked me what happened, and I told him I didn’t know. When we got home Bob called the coach. He told Bob, “Frank took the boys out last night and got them drunk and ruined our practice.” Bob said, “That’s impossible. Frank was here with me the whole time.”
    The coach apologized and invited me back, but the damage was done. I was finished with wrestling. Why would I participate in anything run by a guy like that?
    But I had always been into sports. As a kid I could play soccer for hours without ever getting tired. I never got cramps or got winded. I never wanted to stop. I would play every position on the field— at the same time—and I’d never stop moving. I had no idea I wasa gifted athlete or had anything special in that area until I got to Bob’s. He pointed out to me that I was fourteen years old and completely shredded. I didn’t realize it, but I had been like that since I was twelve. I just had this extremely developed body, before I ever started doing anything to work on it. Later on, when I started training and lifting weights, my body got really extreme. But at that time it was just how I was naturally. I could have done anything with it, but I was too busy getting into trouble.
    I finally did have sex with a girl from the high school. We were both drunk. It was at some house party. I don’t remember much about it except that it wasn’t special. But then I met someone who was special.
    Her name was Connie, but she was called Christy. She was really pretty, maybe the prettiest girl in town. She went to my high school, and that’s where we met: I ducked into the girls’ bathroom to smoke a cigarette, and she asked me for a drag. The next thing I knew, we were together. We started fooling around, and almost right away she got pregnant.
    Right after that, I got into some real trouble. I was out drinking, getting into my usual wasted state—not quite blacking out, but almost. That happened to me a lot. I had no on/off switch for my consumption. Alcohol and drugs just melted my brain. Almost every time I drank, I blacked out. I’d start drinking, and then I’d just wake up somewhere, hours later, with no idea what I’d been doing.
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