A Nostalgic Contemplation by Cory
In interviewing the people of Synanon I’ve heard this expression several times. I haven’t found the sources of this American English idiom. It sounds like it might come from the military or maybe the Merchant Marines. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALR7S-_0NYE
So, what did they, we, sign up for? It is easier to understand a drug addict wanting to get clean or wanting to avoid a prison or jail sentence.
Joe B.: “On my way to the methadone clinic when I saw the huge iconic billboard: Go to Synanon or go to Hell. Given my state of addiction, it sounded like a pretty good idea. I went to the Detroit house and Jerry Rost interviewed me. He asked. ‘why should we take you in and some other tough questions. What do you have for us? Donate any money? If I had money I wouldn’t be here, I said but had a house full of nice furniture. He had a truck back up to my house and loaded all the furniture. Good tradeoff”
Joe B. got what he came for and at some point moved on to what I believe is a nice life, free of addiction.
Then at some point, nearly everyone who came into Synanon concluded that this, whatever Synanon was at this point, was not what they signed up for.
Some people had other reasons for leaving. Some were running away, and some were running to. Some people just wanted to get high, some people were humiliated and outraged by a punishment. Billy Farry left, with Chuck’s blessing because he wanted to help his aging parents. There was a point when a person could just leave Synanon without becoming a pariah. It seemed to be determined on an individual basis.
Out on a sales trip, feeling lonely and noting that he was out making money to pay for the lawyer’s defending Synanon against misdeeds instigated by our unstable founder. Richard S. called back to a friend back in Synanon in California “Dude, I’m done. This is not what I signed up for” That was in 1981 and by September of that year Richard with $1000.00 given to him by Chuck, Richard was out of Synanon. “Chuck always liked me, that was a plus.”
The timing for those who felt that Synanon had changed into something they no longer wanted to be part of was different for each person. In some cases, like myself, I never left Synanon, Synanon left me. I was not pleased with the direction of Synanon in those last years. In fact, I spent several years being outright miserable. I thought that there was something to be salvaged once Chuck could be gotten out of the way but there was nothing left when he was done destroying what he had built.
In an interview with Warren Katz, we began the conversation talking about Synanon’s sad demise.
Warren: “I just remember sitting in those Game Lab Games, thinking this is not what I signed up for.”
Me: What would you have done?
Warren: “I went through a scenario in my head a million times…I thought I could have been a catalyst, maybe that was just bullshit, but I thought maybe if only I had started to speak up…That’s my regret.”
That was in 1989, almost ten years after Richard.
Categories: Cory B, Synanon Stories, The end
Three days after I moved into the Seawall, in 1968, I felt like I was “signing up” for the life I’d been looking for for years. It was a clean, productive, idealistic, exciting life. I never thought about drugs again, and I really did think I’d live out my life in this place that had a vision of making the world better. I left in 1982, with the same feeling that you expressed, Cory….that Synanon had left me. I think I’ve been mourning that loss ever since.
Lovely Cory. Put me down as leaving because I was bored.
Thought provoking, thanks
Good read as always Cory..