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It was great when I first went.
A teacher there made me very comfortable.
His name was Arthur Clarridge.
You know, he took a liking to me.
What I didn't know at the time was
that was part of the grooming process.
It wasn't till ‘70 - ’71, it was the wintertime because I had the flu,
and he comes up to my room.
He says, "Gee, Johnny, you don't feel so well."
And I said, "No, Mr. Claridge, I'm all stuffed up."
And he reached down and he pulls out this little Vicks Inhaler.
He says this will help clear you up.
So I did.
And it wasn't Vicks that was in that.
I woke up,
and I couldn't see, it was so blurry.
I’m laying on my bed and I just see.
I see this blurry picture
and then my senses come back.
And I screamed.
He falls off the bed, pulls his pants up telling me it's lights out.
So the next day, I call up my mom.
I told her what happened.
And she didn't believe me.
You know, I just wanted to play hockey.
That's all I wanted to do.
The next day, I went to see the headmaster Coffin.
I told him the whole story.
He put his pipe down, tapped in the ashtray real hard and goes,
“Come now, Johnny, come now.
You've got a vivid imagination.”