Surving Bullies

Peter Sokolowsky

I grew up poor in Revesby Sydney Australia, school was shit as I was a target for bullies open season. My parents were battlers from War torn Europ. My grandfather was head of Hitlers SS, a cruel son of a bitch, explains my mothers cruelty. So we had a dose of Stalin & Hitler in the family riddled with pops brudar killing his sister so an axe murderer too to why he was so brutal. My childhood was shit, who gave a stuff unless they could make money to why the old folks hated churches & charities. Mother sent me to a divine charity home, run by the gracious Mission Australia whose caretaker Sergie Barklay before he killed Collan Hall, he threw me against the bathroom sink weeks earlier. then booted me shitless till I was purple all over. He later on hung another boy to the rafters in the shed for all to see what diciplin is all about. Hung Les Melbourne up by his hands tied, wet him down with a hose, then beat him with a shorter piece of hose first, then a thick wet rope to finish the job, and left him hanging while we all had the evening meal. After I left he killed Collan Hall a fellow class mate that later on Mission Australia denies knowing the place. Primaryschool was an ordeal but high school was worse & being poor didnt help. I copped the blame in time for lots of shit happens, my best achievements in both schools was holding the cane record of 5,768 cuts of the cane at Revesby Public & Sir Joseph Banks; these results came from the School Welfare Officer Mrs Toumie recorded at Minda NSW. I wagged most of High School hiding from Bullies, had a lot of followers till eventually we got caught by welfare. I left school aged fifteen November 1966 I left chucking my books down the drive way, that had to be my best day at school ever. I did win school writing competitions, had my work shown at the fete and Bankstown Library. Always did well in English, compositions were read out in the hall on fete days, speech nights but poetry didnt come then. My youth was occupied by meeting women & soon I was sexually active and met up with those doing the same. I had a bit of trouble meeting gals as in school, rich wiches told me to piss off all the time. I wasnt welcome to join in with them, so my social skills deteriorated a little. My outcast began at school that left me with social disorders but when I got my licence & bought a car suddenly friends came from everywhere. I got into a lot of fights with people I didnt know and ended up arrested then they became mates for ever. I became a regular customer at Bankstown cop shop. Neimo Photoso, my bully from school became a copper, but a cruel evil pig indeed along with other playground menaces I had, even Detective Ron Baker who had me bagged with a wheat sack over my head, cuffed to the piss troff left & right in my under pants in freezing cold conditions in the loo. So his copper mates pissed on the bag, when all done, I get a bath with a fire hose under pressure that causes severe brusing. I report this after and then it gets worse I end up being chased by coppers all over Sydney. I got a motorcyle licence & bought a yamaha 650 special joined the hell angels, but after 6months I was sacked cause I had too many cops about and they wernt liked at the clubhouse. My teens were wild, I took guitar lessons at Peter Collins music store for thee years and started busking around Sydney but was moved on by cops as I wasnt rich. 1970 I married Pauline Craven who I found in a newspaper add already pregnant to some one else I and was set up to marry the bitch and three kids bloomed, first & last had different fathers & Lawrence was my son. We moved from Padstow to liverpool then to Moorebank and ended up in Airds Campbelltown in public Housing after nine years of hell, I caught her fucking some old dude from Card night, srung them pants down chock in the block & then it was hystory over! she got the cops on me for bashing her boyfriend who strung Lawrence to the clothes line, spun it around then beat him with a cricket bat. I flew over the fence knocked him to the ground with a head-butt, then tied him to the clothes line, but my score was better, I batted a century when the coppers arrived. I was forced to leave, I moved to Wollongong, I was working at the Steel works as a Welder where a year later AIS retrenched 5,000 workers and my payout was enough to start my own business. I opened a second hand shop in Port kembla. Better than Market it was called and it was doing really well. I cleaned up re-sellables from the Bankstown Council Cleanups & restored & sold it at PortKembla, I rebuilt mowers & sold them as well as the salvage paying only $50:oo rent.The next year I moved in the shop across the road even bigger scaring all the other local dealers to when things sort of got real nasty, So much back biting with the other shops & someone paid the cops to block my licences as I was hoping to become an auctioneer. Three more…

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