The State’s dumping ground of kids other full-time facilities couldn’t manage. Behavioral facility that has a home setting for teenagers with developmental problems, coupled with traumatic pasts, and crazy retarded behavior. And when I mean retarded, I mean, can’t act like ya know how! This is where I work y’all, and we make sure these kids stick to the written program installed. It’s quite simple: if you don’t act right, we gonna pounce on you so hard, you gonna regret you even flinched. Pro-ACT enforced, but full-bodied containments happen too. I can’t really say the things that I do in the facility, because, that’s secret. hehehe. But we guarantee you, what the other cute, little behavioral facilities couldn’t do, we popped-and-locked, elbowed-and-body-slammed, pressed-and-curled into shape. So by the end of the day, these little hard-headed buttheads, instead of head butting you while you’re out shopping for shoes at Dillard’s, merely offer a socially appropriate hand shake… and after that, we make sure they don’t try to kiss you because they thought you«smelled nice».