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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER NINE: THE INTERNET OF VALUE

 THE SCARIEST CHAPTER OF ALL. THIS IS WHERE THE TWO OTHER CONTEMPORARIES ARE EATEN. THEY ARE GONE CHILDREN. CHILDREN THEY ARE GONE. THESE CONTEMPORARIES ARE NO MORE. THE SCARIEST ASPECT OF THE ECONOMIC SYSTEM IN WHICH WE LIVE, IS THE FACT NO ONE CARES. THIS ECONOMIC SYSTEM IS SET UP, FOR NO ONE TO CARE. EVER. NO ONE IS EVER SUPPOSED TO CARE. WE ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE. THEY SAY, NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO CARE. THEY SAY IT THRU ACTION. BY PUTTING THE TIGHT SQUEEZE ON US ALL, ECONOMICALLY, WE ARE SUBDUED WITHOUT STRATEGY. WITHOUT STRATEGY, WE ARE SUBDUED. WHAT WE ALL NEED IS A LITTLE STRATEGY. THE HOUSE MADE OF STRAW. ECONOMICALLY, WHAT'S AN ANALOGY FOR THIS, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, I CAN MUSTER? THE HOUSE OF STRAW IS DEPENDING ON SLAVE WAGES OR SALARY FOR FINANCIAL SECURITY AND ECONOMIC BLISS. SLAVE WAGES JUST MEANS ANY INCOME DERIVED FROM ECONOMICAL SLAVERY. WE ARE FORCED TO FIND WAGES OR SALARY SOMEWHERE, FOR WE AIM TO LIVE UNDER A ROOF, SOMEWHERE. IN THIS REGARD WE ARE FORCED TO ECONOMICALLY PAY FOR EVERYTHING WE USE. ONE DAY WE GOT CHARGED FOR AIR AND THEN ONLY THE "HAD IT'S" HAD IT. IT WAS A CRYING SHAME. OUT LOUD. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE SLAVE WAGES OR SALARY OF THE HIGH PRICED SLAVE. WE CAN BREAK IT DOWN HERE, WE CAN BREAK IT DOWN IN THE NEXT PART OF THIS PART, OR WE CAN BOTH. YOU GO TO COLLEGE AFTER HIGH SCHOOL. CHRONOLOGICALLY SPEAKING. AFTER HIGH SCHOOL, AT ANY TIME YOU CAN ATTEND COLLEGE. YOU ATTEND COLLEGE. FOR WHAT INDUSTRY? WHAT SPECIALTY? FOR WHAT REASON? IF STUDYING ACCOUNTING, WHY? TO GET A JOB AS AN ACCOUNTANT? IF SO, THEN FOR HOW LONG? NO MATTER WHAT PROFESSION THE COLLEGE DEGREE IS IN, NO MATTER WHAT PROFESSION YOU ARE IN, WITHOUT CREATING SUCCESSFUL AND PROFITABLE BUSINESSES AND OR INVESTMENT PORTFOLIOS, THE BIG BAD WOLF CAN STILL GET YOU. BASED ONLY ON CERTAIN FACTORS. CERTAIN FACTORS IN LIFE CAN BRING THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM CLOSER THAN CLOSE. WE DO NOT WANT TO SEE ANY STRAW HOUSES RAVAGED BY ECONOMIC LIONS. STRAW HOUSES AREN'T THE SAFEST WAY. WE DO NOT WANT TO BE TOO VIVID. NOT HERE AND NOT NOW. THIS IS NOT THE TIME OR THE PLACE, TO GO INTO SUCH DETAIL. THE WOLVES ARE OUT. THE LIONS ARE IN. THE STRAW HOUSE LOOKED TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS. IT WAS JUST STRAW. HERE'S WHY. THE SILVER LINING. THE MONEY IN WHICH YOU EARN FROM WAGES OR SALARY, IS A JOKE. THE PUNCHLINE IS, INVESTING PORTFOLIOS AND SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSES ARE THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP UP WITH INFLATION. THE DOLLARS ARE INFLATED. YOU HAVE TO PUT THE PURCHASING POWER INTO YOUR DOLLAR YOURSELF. IF THE DOLLAR IS WORTH TEN CENTS, YOU BETTER HAVE AN ECONOMIC EARNING POWER OF TIMES TEN. WE'RE SAYING NOTHING MORE THAN THAT PEOPLE. THE DOLLAR YOU WORSHIP ISN'T WORTH ANYTHING. IT IS ALL A JOKE. A TERRIBLE LIE. A TERRIBLE LIE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. THE STUDY OF MONEY WILL TURN INTO A COMEDY SHOW, EITHER WAY. EITHER YOU DO NOT STUDY MONEY THEN THE JOKE MAY BE ON YOU. IF YOU DO STUDY MONEY, YOU MAY LAUGH AT WHAT YOU FIGURE OUT. THE OBSERVATIONS YOU MAKE INSIDE OF THESE STUDY SESSIONS MIGHT AROUSE YOUR INTELLECT. ECONOMIC EARNING POWER WILL KEEP AWAY THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM. GETTING THE DEGREE TO INVEST THOSE EARNINGS INTO BUSINESSES IN THE INDUSTRY YOU WANT TO START AND OR INVESTING PORTFOLIOS YOU BUILD FROM SCRATCH, USING INFORMATION YOU FIND IN PLACES OF VALUE. 

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1:24PM EST - 2:15PM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY BIRTHDAY QQ.
THE 10TH BIRTHDAY OF QUE HARRIS JR.
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THE THREE LITTLE HAMBURGERS: CHAPTER TEN: 1914 DOLLARS

THE HOUSE OF STICKS, ON THE DAY THE WOLF SYSTEM CAME KNOCKING. OWNING A BUSINESS OR MANY DIFFERENT BUSINESSES IS A SUREFIRE WAY, TO KEEP THE WOLF SYSTEM AWAY. THE KEY POINT TO OWNING AND CREATING BUSINESSES IS HOWEVER, FOR THE BUSINESS ITSELF TO PROSPER FROM CREATING PROFITS. SO WHEN THE WOLF SYSTEM COMES, YOU WILL NEED TO HAVE THEIR MONEY. THIS IS THE ONLY REASON, THIS OPTION OF THE STICK HOUSE, ISN'T THE BEST OPTION. IT IS HALF THE BEST OPTION. IT IS ONE OF THE BEST THREE WAYS TO AVOID THE WOLF SYSTEM. THE WOLF SYSTEM CAN NOT BE AVOIDED THRU THE ECONOMIC STRAW HOUSE BUILDING PROGRAM. THIS IS NO ECONOMIC PROGRAM AT ALL. THE STRAW HOUSE ECONOMIC PROGRAM IS ONLY THE BEST OPTION, WHEN THE BUSINESSES CREATED, BRING IN ENOUGH PROFIT TO PAY THE WOLF SYSTEM OFF COMPLETELY. REMEMBER, THE WOLF SYSTEM IS ALSO THE RETIREMENT ISSUE. ANY ECONOMIC ISSUE YOU WILL EVER FACE IS THE BIG AND BADDEST WOLF OF ALL. THEY ARE ALL ECONOMIC LITTLE WOLVES. EVERY BILL IS A LITTLE WOLF. IN THIS LIFE, THEY DO NOT GIVE US ANYTHING, BUT BILLS. THE ONLY HANDOUTS WE ARE GIVEN ARE BILLS. THE STRAW HOUSE MUST BE CONVERTED INTO A STICK HOUSE. THE STICK MUST BE CONVERTED TO A BRICK HOUSE OR A LOG CABIN. THE STICK HOUSE MUST BE A LOG CABIN. IF YOU CAN TURN THE STICK HOUSE INTO AN ECONOMIC LOG CABIN, THEN IT IS THE BEST. THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE, IS THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE, FOR IT RELIES ON PASSIVE AND RESIDUAL INCOME. ONE OF THE REASONS, ARTISTS ARE ARTISTS AS A CAREER, IS THE RESIDUAL AND PASSIVE INCOME ASPECT. THE PASSIVE INCOME IS GENERATED THRU SYNDICATION AND SALES OF INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. FOR THE ARTIST, THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE AND LOG CABIN ARE THE BEST OPTION. ANY SLAVE WAGES, YOU WOULD WANT TO INVEST THEM IN THE MONEY MARKETS. YOU WOULD HAVE TO WORK YOUR WAY UP THRU OUT THE ENTIRE MONEY MARKET SYSTEM. THE MONEY MARKETS. THE MONEY MARKETS, PERIOD. START OFF WITH BONDS, STOCKS, SECURED CREDIT CARDS, CREDIT CARDS, CREDIT LINES. CRYPTO CREDIT LINES, POWERED BY CRYPTO CURRENCY. CRYPTO CURRENCY, IS A NEW FORM OF CURRENCY. THE OLD FORM OF CURRENCY WAS SALT. SODIUM. BACK IN THE DAY, THROWING SALT, WAS MAKING IT RAIN. "OH YOU ARE THROWING SALT, YOU MUST GOT IT?" THROWING SALT BACK IN THE DAY WAS THROWING MONEY AROUND. KIND OF FUNNY. THE MORE RECENT OF CURRENCY WAS THE PAPER DOLLAR. FROM THE HISTORICAL PERSPECTIVE CHRONOLOGICALLY, THE PAPER FORM OF CURRENCY WAS THE RISKIEST FORM. ANY FORM BEFORE PAPER WAS MEDIEVAL, BORDERLINE PRIMEVAL. FOR ANY CURRENCY USED BEFORE PAPER CURRENCY, TO BE SEEN AS RISKY AS PAPER CURRENCY HAS BECOME, WOULD APPEAR OUTLANDISH IN NATURE. EXTREMELY OUTLANDISH. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OUTLANDISH. THEREFORE MY GOOD PEOPLE, WE ARE OFFICIALLY OUT IN THE OUT LANDS. DUE TO THE FACT THE PAPER CURRENCY, NOW FIAT CURRENCY, IS WORTH LESS THAN IT WAS WHEN IT WAS BACKED BY GOLD AND SILVER. THE DOLLAR USED TO BE BACKED BY GOLD AND SILVER. THE FIAT DOLLAR, USED TO BE BACKED BY SOMETHING. THE FIAT DOLLAR USED TO BE BACKED BY SOMETHING VALUABLE IN NATURE. VALUABLE BY NATURE, WAS SOMETHING ONCE BACKING THE AMERICAN DOLLAR. IT IS A CAPRICORNIC SHAME, NIXON DECOUPLED THE GOLD FROM THE DOLLAR IN 1971. THE DOLLAR HASN'T BEEN BACKED BY GOLD SINCE 1913. IN 1914, $110 IS WORTH $2826.71. IN 1914, $33.00 IS WORTH $848.01. THE PURCHASING POWER OF THE DOLLAR WAS $848 PER $33. $1 IS WORTH $25 IN 1914. 1914 DOLLARS. 

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3:19PM EST - 4:27PM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY TO QQ
QUE HARRIS JR.
I LOVE YOU QQ!!!
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE CONCLUSION

THE CONCLUSION TO THE SHORT STORY, NARRATED BY THE FOURTH DIMENSIONAL SHATTERED GLASS. NARRATED BY THE VOICE UTTERING THE WORDS BREAKING THE FOURTH DIMENSIONAL WALL OF GLASS. THE GLASS WALL. WHEN YOU DISCUSS THE TRUTH OF ECONOMICS AND FINANCES, IT IS SIMILAR TO BREAKING THE 4D GLASS WALL. THE THIRD LITTLE PIG. PIGGIE NUMERO TRES. MOURNS THE ECONOMIC FATES OF NUMEROS DOS Y TRES. THE SECOND AND FIRST LITTLE PIG, NOW BELONG TO THE WOLF. THE WOLF ATE THEM CHILDREN. THE HOUSE OF STRAW CAN BE CONVERTED TO THE STICK HOUSE. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED INTO THE LOG CABIN OF ECONOMIC EXPANSION. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED INTO THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE LIQUIDATED, IN EXCHANGE FOR THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE. THE STRAW HOUSE IS USING WAGES AND SALARY TO PAY BILLS. THE BILLS BEING PAID NOW ARE SOLELY CONTINGENT UPON THE WAGES AND SALARY. THE WAY YOU HAVE LEARNED TO SURVIVE FINANCIALLY, THIS WAY, IS DEPENDENCY ON WAGES OR SALARY. EARNED INCOME. THE FIRST LITTLE PIG IS OF EARNED INCOME. THE FIRST LITTLE PIG, PAYS HIS BILLS, EVERY MONTH, ALL OF THEM. IF THE ONLY WAY THE FIRST LITTLE PIG'S BILLS ARE PAID, DEPENDS ONLY ON THE WAGES AND OR SALARY, OH BOY. NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE BOAT OF ROCKY WATERS. NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE BOAT, INSIDE ROCKY WATERS. OF COURSE THE WATER IS MURKY. OF COURSE THE WATER IS DEEP. OF COURSE THERE ARE ANIMALS IN THE WATERS. THEY CALL THEM FISH. OF COURSE SOME OF THESE FISH EAT OTHER FISH. THEY CALL THOSE PREDATORS. OF COURSE THERE ARE PREDACIOUS FISH IN THESE WATERS. AND FINALLY, OF COURSE THESE FISH ARE CIRCLING YOUR BOAT. SOME IN HOPES OF NOT BEING EATEN. SOME IN HOPES OF EATING YOUR BOAT AND EVERYTHING INSIDE OF IT. FOR YOUR BOAT IS IN THE WATER. THE WATER BELONGS TO THE PREDATORS. ONLY THE PREDATORS ARE SAFE IN THE WATER. UNLESS THERE'S A NET. A WHOLE DIFFERENT TYPE OF PREDATOR, YET AND STILL, ANOTHER PREDATOR. THE THIRD LITTLE PIG IS SAFE. THE SECOND LITTLE PIG PAID HIS BILLS FROM HIS BUSINESS. THE BUSINESS PROFITS CAN GO INTO THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE BUSINESS PROFITS ARE TO BE RE INVESTED INTO THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO CONSISTS OF ANY INVESTMENTS. EVEN OTHER BUSINESSES THAT CAN GENERATE PROFITS WITHOUT YOU. THIS IS THE POINT. TO BE ABLE TO REAP THE EARNED REWARDS OF INVESTING IN A COMPANY OR BUSINESS, CAPABLE OF OPERATING WITHOUT YOU. IT JUST NEEDS YOUR MONEY. JOBS JUST NEED YOUR TIME. YOU JUST NEED YOUR JOB'S PAYCHECK FOR SLAVING SERVICES RENDERED. YOU MAY NOT LOVE YOUR JOB. YOUR JOB MAY NOT LOVE YOU EITHER. YOU MIGHT WISH YOU COULD LIVE FOR FREE. YOUR JOB MIGHT WISH THEY COULD WORK YOU FOREVER UNTIL DEATH FOR FREE. YOU MAY YEARN FOR HIGHER WAGES OR INCREASED SALARY PAY. YOUR PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT MAY WISH THOSE DAYS NEVER EVEN SEE THE LIGHT OF NIGHT. OWNING A BUSINESS IS GREAT. BEING FORCED TO RELY SOLELY ON THIS ONE BUSINESS FOR ALL OF YOUR PROFITS, MAY NOT BE IN YOUR BEST INTEREST. UNLESS YOUR BEST ATTRIBUTE AS A PERSON IS THE ACQUISITION OF PURE PROFIT. I DON'T DOUBT YOU. I PRAY YOU ARE AS ECONOMICALLY GEARED TOWARDS ATTAINING AS MUCH PROFIT, AS I EVER AIM TO. OWNING A BUSINESS AND AN INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THIS IS THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN. THE STICK HOUSE IS OWNING A BUSINESS. THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN IS OWNING A BUSINESS AND THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE IS THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO OWNERSHIP PROGRAM. THESE ARE ALL FINANCIAL PROGRAMS. THE FIRST FINANCIAL PROGRAM, THE STRAW HOUSE, WAS SET UP TO WORK AGAINST YOU. THE STRAW MAN FOUNDATION IS NO FOUNDATION AT ALL. GAMBLING EVERY THING ON EARNED INCOME. YOU CAN ONLY EARN THAT INCOME, THAT WAY, FOR SO LONG. WHETHER IN A CAREER FOR THREE DECADES OR FOUR. SOUNDS LIKE A LOT. THREE OR FOUR DECADES PRODUCING EARNED INCOME, IN THE FORM OF WAGES, POSSIBLY MINIMUM DUE TO LACK OF DEGREE OR SKILL CERTIFICATIONS; VOCATIONAL DEPRIVATION. THE SECOND FINANCIAL PROGRAM SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM COMPARED TO THE STRAW HOUSE. THIS IS HOW THEY GET YOU. THEY DON'T TELL YOU ABOUT THE DYNAMICS BEHIND THE STRAW HOUSE, THEY JUST SHOW YOU THE STRAW HOUSE. THEN THEY SHOW THE STICK HOUSE. EVERYONE IS PUSHED TOWARDS THE STICK, BY THE DESIRE TO NOT HAVE THE STRAW. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED FROM THE STRAW HOUSE. THE STRAW HOUSE HAS TWO FORMS OF STRAW. MOST PEOPLE YEARN FOR THEIR OWN BUSINESS OF SOME SORT. EVEN IF ONLY TO FULLY FUND THEIR HOBBIES. THEY DON'T TELL US, THE TOUR, IS OF THE STRAW HOUSE. THE FIRST FORM OF STRAW IS BUILT BY WAGES. THE SECOND STRAW FORM IS BUILT BY SALARY PAY. NO OVERTIME, JUST BONUSES AND RAISES FROM DEGREES OR ELSEWHERE. INTERNAL OR EXTERNAL RAISES. ANYONE INVOLVED IN BUSINESS KNOWS TO GO INTO BUSINESS FOR YOUR PASSION. IN THE PERFECT WORLD. ANY ONE GOING TO COLLEGE KNOWS TO GET A DEGREE IN THEIR FIELD OF PASSIONATE STUDY RATHER THAN FOR INCREASED SALARY. THE SALARY INCREASE WILL COME FROM YOUR PASSIONATE ENERGY. THE ENERGY WILL DRIVE YOU. IF FOR NOTHING ELSE, GO TO COLLEGE FOR FINANCIAL LITERACY. ACCOUNTING, BUSINESS, ECONOMICS, FINANCES. ANY COURSE TO PRIVY YOU TO BEING ECONOMICALLY SAVVY. WITH THE ECONOMIC SAV' YOU CAN ACHIEVE ALL OF YOUR DREAMS. THIS CONCEPT IS THE GOLDEN EGG LAYING GOOSE OF THIS PEN NAME'S CATALOGUE. THIS IS JUST BEGINNING YEAR ONE OF THE VANESSA BUNNI STALLONE COLLECTION. THE VBSC. WE ALL WANT OUR ECONOMIC FUTURES TO BE AS FINANCIALLY SAFE AND SECURED AS POSSIBLE. IN THE PERFECT WORLD. MEANING WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO WORK SO HARD TO GET TO SUCH POINTS. SUCH POINTS. SUCH POINTS REQUIRE EVERY EFFORT. COMPARED TO THE WAGE STRAW HOUSE, THE SALARY STRAW HOUSE OR VOCATIONAL STRAW HOUSE, IS WHERE MOST CONTEMPORARIES RUN. IT IS EASY TO SEE WHY. REMEMBER SOCIAL TRAPS WHEN MAKING MOVES. WHEN MAKING PLANS FOR YOUR FINANCIAL FUTURE, KEEP IN MIND, THE VARIOUS ECONOMIC TRAPS SET FORTH BY THE ECONOMIC PREDATORS OF THE RULING CLASS. THERE IS WAY MORE THAN I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU. OBVIOUSLY I DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING I WANT TO TELL YOU. I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING. IT'S JUST NOT SAFE FOR ME. I'LL TELL YOU. BUT NOT NOW. NOT HERE EITHER. MAYBE IN A FEW VOLUMES WE WILL TOUCH ON IT AGAIN. THIS IS THE CONCLUSION. WHY WOULD I BRING UP A NEW TOPIC, ON THE CUSP OF CREATING ANOTHER SEGMENT TO ACCOMPANY THIS FIRST SEGMENT? IN HOPES OF WHAT? I HAVE A MEMORY OF SALEM HIGH 11TH GRADE LITERATURE TEACHER, MRS. HARTLEY. MANY MEMORIES OF HER, HERE IS ONE. IN THE FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY, THE CONCLUSION SHOULD CONTAIN A NEW CONCEPT, IDEA OR THOUGHT PATTERN. THE THINKING CLIFFHANGER. PONDER ON THE THOUGHT'S SEQUEL. AND JUST WHERE DID ALL OF THIS THINKING LEAD YOU? WHERE DID YOU FIND YOURSELF? THANK YOU SO MUCH, FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR IN VOLUME TWO. THE NEXT SEGMENT IN VOLUME TWO, WILL BE MOST LIKELY A FILM SCRIPT TREATMENT. FOR A MOTION PICTURE, RADIO PLAY OR TELEVISION PROGRAM, THE FILM TREATMENT IS THE PROSE STEP BETWEEN SCENE CARDS AND THE SCREENPLAY'S FIRST DRAFT. AT THIS POINT, I AM NOT SURE IF I WILL COPY AND PASTE THE TREATMENT ABOVE THIS STORY IN THE FINAL PUBLISHED VERSION. I WILL IN ANOTHER VOLUME, COME BACK TO THIS STORY, THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO THE SHORT STORY. WE NEVER GOT INTO MANY ASPECTS OF IT. JUST AS AN INTRODUCTION TO THE IDEA, HERE IT WAS. OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM FULL OF INVESTMENTS, WAS THE NEXT SHORT STORY. THE LADY WHO LIVED IN A SHOE SO SHE COULD BUY STOCKS IS ON THE LIST. 

AT THIS POINT I JUST REALLY GET READY TO DIVE INTO THE CREATIVE BRAIN FOR THIS PROJECT. THE NEXT FORMAT OR GENRE, WOULD BE THE THIRD GENRE OF WRITING FOR THIS SERIES. VOLUME TWO CONTAINS TWO GENRES OF WRITING. SHORT STORY AND FILM TREATMENT. VOLUMES ONE AND THREE ARE NON FICTION PROSE. VOLUME FOUR MAY BE THE VERSE NOVEL. THREE VOLUMES WILL RHYME. THREE VOLUMES OF PROSE. THREE VOLUMES OF SHORT STORIES, NOVELLAS AND VARIOUS TREATMENT FORMATS. ANY CREATIVE DELIGHT I CAN BRING TO THIS TOPIC, I DEFINITELY WILL. THANK YOU. EVERY VOLUME HAS TO HAVE ONE TO TWO LETTERS WRITTEN TO HOMEY. EXPLAINING FOREWORD TYPE INFORMATION.
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8:32PM EST -
2.25.2020
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DEAR VANESSA HONEY MALONE,

DEAR HONEY. THIS LETTER IS IN A BOOK. THE BOOK IS IN YOUR PEN NAME. THE NAME CREATED IN YOUR HONOR. ALL CREDITS GO TO GOD. THIS IS VOLUME TWO. VOLUME TWO IS SO FAR, ONE SHORT STORY. THE NEXT HALF, STILL APPEARS TO BE FILM SCRIPT TREATMENT. THERE ARE A FEW ORIGINAL IDEAS IN THE HEAD TOWARDS SHORT STORIES. A TWO PART FILM TREATMENT IS A GOOD WAY TO GO FOR VOLUME THREE. HONEY, I FEEL IN DEBT TO GOD AND I THINK OF YOU. PAINFUL REMINDERS. I FEEL GREAT ENERGY AND I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE? I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOU LIKE ECONOMICS CLASS. I NEVER ASKED YOU. I DON'T RECALL. WE WERE ALWAYS TALKING BUSINESS AND MONEYE. WE WERE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT MONEY. I'M SURE YOU DID. I FEEL GOOD I WAS ABLE TO DONATE A PROJECT TO LITERATURE HISTORY, WITH YOUR NAME AS PROFIT HOLDER. I REALLY KNEW YOU. IT BOTHERED ME, YOUR PASSING. UNDERSTATED. OBVIOUSLY. I HAVE 18 MORE LETTERS I WILL END UP WRITING TO YOU. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, WHERE EVER YOU ARE. YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL PERSON, INSIDE AND OUT. I WANTED TO KNOW HOW YOU WOULD THINK AS YOU AGED. YOU DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE. IT BREAKS MY HEART. NAIJAH. JOSH D. HUTCHINSON. IT FEELS LIKE YOU LEFT US. YOU DID. BUT YOU WERE TAKEN? THE CIRCUSMTANCES UNDERWHICH WERE VERY HORRIFYING. I AM THIRTY HONEY, AND I AM COLLEGE ORIENTED. I ENJOY STUDYING AND LEARNING. IT'S SO WEIRD. I'M ON A MISSION. YOU ARE PART OF THE MISSION. ALL OF YOU ARE. HONEY IS THE ONLY WOMAN ON THE LIST. I WILL WORK ON A PROJECT, WRITTEN, UNDER PEN NAMES FOR NAIJAH AND J.D. HUTCHINSON. THIS BOOK GIVES ME THE TINGLES. I DON'T KNOW THE FUTURE OF THIS BOOK, AFTER IT'S PUBLISHED. I DON'T KNOW. WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE RAMIFICATIONS ON THE FUTURE, I AM GRATEFUL. I FEEL LIKE GOD HAS A GUN TO MY HEAD. GOD GAVE ME LIFE. GOD GAVE ME CERTAIN SKILLS. GIFTS. GOD GIVES ME TIME. GOD GIVES ME GRACE. GOD GIVES ME DESTINY. FATE. TIME. IF I WASTE ALL OF THAT I'M HORRIBLE. EITHER WAY I SHALL TOO PASS. I TOO SHALL PASS. THEN NOTHING ELSE MATTERS OF ME BESIDES WHAT I LEFT BEHIND. 

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8:36PM EST -
2.26.2020
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 26TH, 2020
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THE INTRODUCTION:
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1:39PM EST - 2:19PM EST (SCENE ONE)
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 27TH, 2020
MS. KINYA TUZO'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS. KINYA
"THE FOREX FILM"
VANESSA B. STALLONE
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SESSION ONE: "THE FOREX FILM" SCENE SCRIPT OPENING SEQUENCE

SCENE: #1. MEMORIAL DAY 2018. ATLANTA. GEORGIA. RESORT CLUB HOUSE. MEETING. INTERIOR SHOT. I WAS SITTING IN A MEETING. IN DOWNTOWN ATLANTA. WITH MY MOM. I WAS 28. I HAD JUST MOVED BACK FROM NEW YORK STATE. SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I WAS THERE FOR FOUR MONTHS. LEFT IN PRE MID OCTOBER. BETWEEN THE 10TH-17TH, I WAS ABOUT TO MOVE. CAME BACK TO GEORGIA, FOR SIX MONTHS. FROM VALENTINE'S DAY 2018, TO AUGUST 10TH, 2018. I ARRIVED BACK IN SYRACUSE, NEW YORK, ON SUNDAY AUGUST 12TH. ON MEMORIAL DAY 2018. I ATTENDED A MEETING. I MARKETS LIVE. TEACHING FOREX. MY MOM SIGNED UP FOR IT WHILE I WAS IN NEW YORK, THE FIRST TIME. I WAS ASKING HER TO SIGN UP FOR CRYPTO CURRENCY HOLDING ACCOUNTS. AT 28 IN NEW YORK, THIS IS WHERE THE MIND WAS AT. HOLDING CRYPTO CURRENCY. I WAS INDEPENDENTLY RESEARCHING THE STOCK MARKET. BY THIS TIME, THE EMERGING MARKETS STRATEGY, WAS EMERGING FROM WITHIN. THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW EVERYTHING CAME TOGETHER. THIS IS THE STORY, OF HOW I EARNED MY FIRST BILLION DOLLARS. IT WAS A LONG ROAD. IT WAS THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED. IT HAS MADE ALL OF THE DIFFERENCE. MY MOM CALLED ME. I WAS IN NEW YORK. SHE TOLD ME SHE HAD SIGNED UP FOR IML. SHE SIGNED UP SO I COULD LEARN TO TRADE CURRENCY. MY MOTHER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ME TRADING CURRENCY. SHE FORCED MY HAND. IT INEVITABLY DELVED ME RIGHT INTO THE WORLD OF FINANCIAL LEVERAGING. ON THE DAILY AND WEEKLY SPECTRUM. THE MONTHLY SPECTRUM. MEANING A CAREER SALARY, FOR ANY CAREER, COULD BE EARNED PERSONALLY. FROM ANY SALARY'S STANDARDS. ANY PROFESSION. THE SALARY CAN BE MATCHED USING FINANCIAL LEVERAGING. I HAD THE HOLDING STRATEGY READY. HOLD AS MANY CRYPTO CURRENCY UNITS AS POSSIBLE. DIGITAL CURRENCY UNITS. THE CURRENCY HOLDING STRATEGY COULD BE APPLIED TO THE STOCK MARKET AS WELL. THIS IS WHERE I WAS AT MENTALLY. HAVING THE ACQUISITION STRATEGY FOR ANY FINANCIAL SECURITY OR COMMODITY I WAS INTERESTED IN PURCHASING. NOW I WAS LOOKING INTO THE EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. I HAD BIOMETRICS, CYBER SECURITY AND MAYBE ONE OTHER INDUSTRY ON THE LIST AT THIS TIME. THE STRATEGY INVOLVED SIMPLE WORK ETHIC. PURCHASE AS MANY CRYPTO CURRENCY COINS AND STOCKS IN EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. AS MANY SHARES IN AS MANY COMPANIES OF THE EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. THIS IS WHERE MY MOTHER'S GENIUS ARRIVES. SHE MADE UP FOR DISCOURAGING MY INITIAL 2013 PURCHASE OF THREE FULL BTC. IN 2013 YOU DIDN'T CALL IT A FULL BTC, BC IT WAS A FULL BTC. IN 2017 BTC HIT $20K. NOW WE CALL THEM FULL BTC. THIS IS A FILM. LIFE IS A MOVIE. LIFE IS A DREAM. FILM YOUR DREAM. FILM YOUR MOVIE LIFE. THIS IS THE FILM FOR LIVING THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAMS. 

ENTER TITLE CARD: TITLE SEQUENCE INSERTED. "THE FOREX FILM TRILOGY VOLUME ONE: THE FOREX FILM"
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8:07PM EST - 8:29PM EST (SCENE NUMBER TWO)
8:30PM EST - (SCENES NUMBER THREE AND FOUR)
9:00PM EST
2.27.2020
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 27TH, 2020
MS. KINYA TUZO'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MS. KINYA TUZO
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SESSION NUMBER TWO: CURRENCY TRADING DAY ONE
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SCENE: #2. STONE MOUNTAIN. GEORGIA. 30083. 714 HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR SHOT. DAY TIME. EVENING. 7PM. I HAD JUST GOTTEN BACK FROM WORK. AMWAY GLOBAL. JIMMY CARTER BLVD. THRU AUTOMATION PERSONNEL SERVICES. LAWRENCEVILLE. 2018. I WAS WORKING THERE BEFORE MOVING TO NEW YORK IN 2017. I RETURNED TO GEORGIA IN 2018. VALENTINE'S DAY. I RESUMED WORKING THRU AUTOMATION ON JIMMY CARTER BLVD. MEMORIAL DAY 2018. THE LAST HOLIDAY I EVER HAD BEFORE TRADING CURRENCY. EVERY HOLIDAY, FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, WOULD BE SPENT CURRENCY TRADING. THIS IS THE STORY OF DAY ONE. THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED. I ARRIVED HOME FROM WORK. I HAD JUST GOTTEN SCAMMED FOR $1000 TOTAL. BETWEEN A BTC MINING SCAM AND A FOREX TRADER SCAM, FROM INSTAGRAM TROLLS. THEY SEEK YOU OUT WHEN YOU ARE LEARNING TO INVEST. TO HURT YOU. I BELIEVE ONE OF THEM WAS FOREIGN. IT HELPED ME IN THE END. IT SPURRED ME INTO REALIZING THE TRUTH. I WOULD HAVE TO MAKE THE TIME TO TRADE FOR MYSELF. ON JUNE 1ST, 2018, I BEGAN TRADING CURRENCY MYSELF. I HAVE BEEN MY OWN FOREX ACCOUNT MANAGER EVER SINCE. I GET HOME. I LOG INTO MY MOM'S JAFX ACCOUNT. BACK THEN, THEY ACCEPTED UNITED STATES RESIDENTS. CITIZENS LIVING HERE. THEY STOPPED ONE YEAR LATER. SO MANY THINGS I DID NOT KNOW IN YEAR ONE. IT IS NOW YEAR ONE AND A HALF. MY MOM HAD $100 IN HER BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. I OPENED THE TRADING ACCOUNT AND THE META TRADER WEB TERMINAL. I REMEMBER STARING AT THE SCREEN. I WAS JUST STARING AT THE SCREEN. FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR. THIS WAS THE GAMEPLAN. THE WEEK BEFORE I HAD ENTERED INTO A FEW TRADES. BASED ON SWIPE TRADES. THIS TAUGHT ME HOW TO EXECUTE TRADE ORDERS. I BEGAN LEARNING THE LINGO. I HAD TO LEARN WHICH CURRENCY PAIRS I WAS COMFORTABLE WITH. JAFX ALLOWED THE TRADING OF RIPPLE XRP. RIPPLE XRP IS A CRYPTO CURRENCY. A CRYPTO CURRENCY, USING AN ALTERNATE TECHNOLOGICAL FORM. THE ALTCOIN. THE FIRST ALTCOIN WAS MADE IN 2013. CLOSE TO IT. EVERY COIN EXCEPT THE BITCOIN, IS AN ALTCOIN. THE BITCOIN IS POWERED BY THE BLOCK CHAIN TECHNOLOGY. I STARTED TRADING RIPPLE XRP, AS WELL AS FOREIGN CURRENCIES. THE FORIEGN CURRENCIES I WAS TRADING WERE NZD RELATED. I LEARNED THE TOP THREE LOWEST MAJORS TO TRADE. THE AUSTRALIAN DOLLAR VS THE USD. THE NZD VS THE USD. THE EUR VS. THE GBP. AUD, NZD, VS. THE USD, AND EURGBP. THE EURO AND THE GREAT BRITISH POUND, ARE BASED IN EUROPE AND GREAT BRITIAN. THE LONDON SESSION. 7AM TO 4PM EST. THE NZD AND THE AUD ARE THE COMMON DENOMINATORS BETWEEN THE LIST OF FOREIGN CURRENCY PAIRS WE ARE TRADING AT THIS MOMENT. WE WILL TRADE THE OTHER CURRENCIES, AS WE CAN AFFORD THEM. FOR NOW, WE ARE TRADING THE COMMON DEMONIMATOR AND NUMBERS FAMILY TREE. 5 PLUS 4. IS RELATED TO 9 MINUS 5. I FORGET WHAT THEY CALL IT. STARTING OFF ON THE FIRST DAY, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT IT. I JUST WANT TO LEARN FROM MY ERRORS. I MADE SO MANY ERRORS. FOR A YEAR AND A HALF. AN ENTIRE YEAR. I HAD TO TAKE NOTES ON THE RESULTS OF THE ACTIONS I TOOK IN THE FOREIGN CURRENCY EXCHANGE MARKET. FOREX. I WAS LEARNING TO TRADE FOREX PROPERLY. I WAS LEARNING TO PROPERLY TRADE FOREX, BY TRADING PERIOD. WHEN TRADING, YOU WILL BEGIN TRADING IN IMPROPER MANNERS. IT IS THE NOTE TAKING PROCESS OF THE IMPROPER MANNERISM, IN WHICH WE APPLY, GIVING US A CHANCE TO APPLY OUR LEARNED LESSONS IN FUTURE INSTANCES. THEN I INSTANTLY APPLIED WHAT I LEARNED, AS SOON AS I COULD FUND THE ACCOUNT AGAIN. IN SUCH STORIES, THERE ARE TALES OF LOSS AND GAIN. TALES OF JOY AND PAIN. THE PAIN ONLY CAME, FOR ME, FROM NOT REALIZING THE ILL FATED DECISION BEFOREHAND. FORESIGHT. HINDSIGHT IS ALWAYS TWENTY-TWENTY. THE MOMENT THE WRONG ENTERED TRADE BEGINS TO CRASH, YOU BEGIN TO LEARN EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID WRONG. INSTANTLY. IMMEDIATELY. INSTANTANEOUSLY. HINDSIGHT. TWENTY-TWENTY. 

SCENE #3. STONE MOUNTAIN. HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR. EVENING. 7PM EST.

THE NIGHT I STARED AT THE COMPUTER FOR AN HOUR. I BEGAN TRADING ON THE LAPTOP AND TABLET. I EVENTUALLY WOULD TRADE ON THE PHONE. BACK THEN, I LIVED WITH WIFI SO I COULD DO MY THING WITH THAT. I'LL HAVE WIFI UP HERE IN NEW YORK SOON AGAIN. I AM STARING AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN, ON WEB TERMINAL. META TRADER FOUR AND FIVE. I AM TRADING RIPPLE XRP. I AM ALSO TRADING NZDUSD AND OTHER CURRENCIES. I DID BEGIN TRADING RIPPLE XRP HEAVILY. WAY MORE THAN FOREIGN CURRENCY. I PRACTICED THE CURRENCY TRADING, THE FOREIGNS. THE DIGITAL CURRENCY CAUGHT MY INTEREST SO MUCH. RIPPLE XRP IS THE ONLY ONE SAFE TO TRADE. BITCOIN TRADING WILL MAKE YOU CRY. I AM SO GRATEFUL I WAS INITIATED INTO THE FOREX CULTURE. TRADING CULTURE. I'M IN THERE. I CAN SPEAK WITH ANY CURRENCY TRADER. I KNOW ENOUGH LINGO. I KNOW ENOUGH SCENARIOS. I TRADE EVERY DAY. THEY CAN LAUGH AT THE ERRORS THEY STOPPED MAKING YEARS AGO. I JUST STARTED, ONE YEAR AND HALF A YEAR AGO. THE STORIES I HAVE ARE PRICELESS. THE LESSONS, INVALUABLE. TIMELESS INSTANCES OF PULLING THE BEST UP OUT OF YOU. AS FAST AS YOU CAN. IF THE MAMBA MENTALITY, R.I.P. TO FLIGHT KOBE. IF THE MAMBA MENTALITY, WERE IMPLEMENTED INTO THE FINANCIAL WORLD OF INVESTMENTS FINANCIAL LEVERAGING OF FINANCIAL SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. THE IMPLEMENTATION. THE FIERCE APPLICATION. WILL INVARIABLY CHANGE THE ENTIRE FABRIC OF YOUR PERSONAL REALITY. I'M STARING AT THE SCREEN. I AM WATCHING THE NUMBERS FLUCTUATE. AT THIS POINT, I WAS NOT USING TRADINGVIEW YET. I DID USE IT FROM THE BEGINNING. THAT FIRST NIGHT, I WAS STARING AT ONE CURRENCY PAIR. MAY HAVE BEEN NZDUSD. I MESSED WITH AUDUSD. YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE, AUDUSD IS ALWAYS SELLING. YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE THE USD IS ON SOME BULLSH HALF THE TIME. YOU NEVER KNOW, MESSING AROUND WITH THE USD. THIS IS WHY INVESTING THE USD IS SO IMPORTANT. FOR THE USD ISN'T REALLY WORTH ANYTHING. IT IS A GREEN LEAF WITH WRITING. EVERYONE WORSHIPS THE GREEN LEAF OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. I AM WATCHING THE TWO PRICES FLUCTUATE. I NOTICED IT WAS A TUG OF WAR BETWEEN TWO DIFFERENT CURRENCIES. AT TWO DIFFERENT PRICES. I WATCHED IT TO FIGURE OUT, IN WHICH DIRECTION IT WAS MOVING. I THINK IT WAS GOING UP. I WATCHED IT MOVE 100 POINTS UP AND DOWN. BACK AND FORTH 100 POINTS. SO I BEGAN TO OPEN TRADES. I CASHED OUT AT $1. 100 POINTS UP OR DOWN, IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. I DID SO 15 TIMES IN ONE HOUR. WHEN THE HOUR WAS DONE. I STOPPED. I LOOKED AT THE SITUATION. I HAD JUST EARNED $15 IN AN HOUR, FROM THE COMPUTER. IT WAS CRAZY. I MAY HAVE BEEN EARNING $10 PER HOUR FROM EARNED INCOME. AMWAY GLOBAL. 

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SCENE: #4. STONE MOUNTAIN. HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR. EVENING. 9PM

THE FIRST NIGHT I TRADED RIPPLE XRP. CRYPTO. THE ALTCOIN. DIGITAL CURRENCY UNITS. RIPPLE WAS AT 60 PENNIES. ONE DIME ADDED TO TWO QUARTERS. THE FIRST WEEK TRADING RIPPLE XRP. THIS IS WHEN I REALIZED, MY FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING BATTING AVERAGE, WAS AT 700%. THE CRYPTO CURRENCY TRADING MARKET IS OPEN SEVEN DAYS PER WEEK. CRYPTO NEVER CLOSES. TWENTY FOUR SEVEN. EVERY SINGLE DAY. THE FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING MARKET IS CLOSED FOR 36 HOURS. BETWEEN FRIDAY 5PM AND SUNDAY 5PM, THE FOREX MARKET IS CLOSED. MONDAY THRU FRIDAY, TWENTY FOUR HOURS PER DAY. ANOTHER JOB BASICALLY. CRYPTO WAS THE WEEKEND OVERTIME ONE COULD PUT IN. AS IF TRADING CURRENCY FOR 120 HOURS ISN'T STRENOUS ENOUGH MENTALLY, FOR THE BEGINNER ESPECIALLY. THE EASIER IT GETS, THE EASIER IT GETS. RIGHT? THAT WEEK OF TRADING RIPPLE, RIPPLE XRP WENT FROM 60 PENNIES, TO 68 PENNIES. IN TRADING UNIVERSES, THIS IS CALCULATED AS TEN CENTS PER POINT. EVERY PENNY, UP OR DOWN IN PRICE, CONTAINS 1000 POINTS. 1000 POINTS AT TEN CENTS PER POINT. $10 PER PENNY IN PRICE, PER TRADE. I WAS BUYING THE TRADES. NOT SELLING. I WAS SUPPOSED TO SELL AT 68 PENNIES. IT NEVER WENT HIGHER THAN THE 68. WITH THIS BEING MY FIRST WEEK IN TRADING, I DIDN'T KNOW. IT'S CONFUSING, TO TRADE FIAT CURRENCY AND DIGITAL CURRENCY, IN YOUR FIRST WEEK. NOW YOU HAVE TO LEARN DIFFERENT SETS OF RULES. IN RETROSPECT, IT HELPED ME ENHANCE FASTER. I HAD TWO MEASURES TO GO OFF OF. I NOTICED CRYPTO WENT IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF THE FIAT. I WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN SO OTHERWISE. KNOWING SO WHEN TRADING COULD BENEFIT THE TRADER. IF THE HORSES ARE TRIPPING, THEN MAYBE THE ZEBRAS ARE NEXT. HORSES AND ZEBRAS. WHEN TRADING FIAT AND CRYPTO. TWO DIFFERENT ANIMALS. CRYPTO IS THE ZEBRA. THE DEERBRA. THE UNICORN. CRYPTO CAN FLUCTUATE 1000 POINTS DAILY. EASY. IN AN HOUR. BITCOIN IN AN HOUR, CAN GO UP OR DOWN A THOUSAND DOLLARS OR POINTS. RIPPLE XRP, MOVES AT ONE THOUSAND POINTS FLUCTUATING. BETWEEN ONE AND THREE THOUSAND POINTS. THE FIRST HOUR TRADING RIPPLE XRP? MY FIRST DAY TRADING RIPPLE XRP, I EARNED $50 IN THE FIRST HOUR. BY THE TIME THE WEEK WAS UP, MY FIRST WEEK TRADING FOREIGN AND CRYPTO CURRENCY. TRADING FIAT AND DIGITAL CURRENCIES, I EARNED $2000. FROM THE INITIAL $100 INVESTMENT. THE INITIAL INVESTMENT. $100. ALL THE WAY UP. NOW I CAN TELL YOU THE STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED NEXT. SPOILER ALERT. I DIDN'T TAKE THE MONEY OFF OF THE TABLE. FIRST WEEK ERRORS. SPOILER ALERT. I DIDN'T TAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THE TABLE UNTIL NOVEMBER OF 2019. THE ONE YEAR AND A HALF MARK. TO PAY HALF MY RENT IN SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I WANTED TO KEEP THE MONEY ON THE ACCOUNT, ACTIVELY TRADING, UNTIL I KNEW HOW THE MARKET MOVED, BACK AND FORTH, EACH AND EVERY DAY. I NEEDED TO KNOW WHEN TO SWITCH. I NEEDED TO KNOW HOW MANY TIMES PER DAY TO SWITCH. HOW MANY TIMES PER WEEK TO SWITCH. I NEEDED TO KNOW. THE BEST WAY TO FIND OUT, WAS TO HAVE THE MONEY STILL ON THE LINE. I NEEDED TO KNOW WHEN THE DIRECTION WOULD DOUBLE THE PROFIT. I NEEDED TO KNOW, WHEN THE CRASH WOULD COME IF ONE DID NOT SWITCH. I WANTED TO KNOW HOW TO RIDE THE FLUCTUATIONS. I AM SO CLOSE. 

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7:42PM EST - 8:04PM - 8:20PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER FIVE AND SIX)
2.28.2020
FRIDAY FEBRUARY 26TH, 2020
SHIESHA JOHNSON'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIESHA JOHNSON
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SESSION NUMBER THREE: KNOW YOU
KNOW YOU
SCENE 5: WE SEE. THE COMPUTER. INTERIOR. SHOT. DAY TIME. HOME. STONE MOUNTAIN.

OK. THE DAY WE EARNED $700 IN ONE AFTERNOON SHIFT. TRADING FOREX. FOREIGN CURRENCY. ACTUALLY. BACK THEN WE WERE TRADING RIPPLE XRP. WHAT WE DIDN'T KNOW BACK THEN. TRADING RIPPLE XRP. FROM THE MOMENT. THE DAY WE BEGAN TRADING RIPPLE XRP. IN THE FIRST WEEK TRADING FOREX. WE WOULD ONLY SEE PROFITS FROM BUYING RIPPLE XRP. UNTIL THE 8000TH POINT UP. NO FORCES FROM THE UNIVERSE WHISPERED IT TO ME. THE WHISPER. WAS XXXTENTACION'S PASSING. RIPPLE XRP NEVER BOUNCED BACK FROM X'S DEATH. I FELT LIKE MANY X FANS OWNED RIPPLE AND JUST CASHED OUT. THEY SAID EFF IT YA'LL. IT'S HOW I FELT. I DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT X. I WROTE "PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH". 1 AND 2. "THE PRINCE'S PHILO. I WAS ON THE TRADING FRONTLINES WHEN X PASSED. I WATCHED RIPPLE CRASH FROM 68 PENNIES. TO 21 PENNIES. THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IF NOT A MILLION TRADING RIPPLE XRP. SELLING IT. FROM 68 TO 21. 40,000 POINTS DUDE. AAT TEN CENTS PER POINT. PER TRADE. PER TRADING ACCOUNT. PER BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. PER ACCOUNTS MANAGED. YOU GOTTA GET IT? YES. YOU GOTTA GET IT. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS IT. ARE YOU ONE OF US? WON OF US? WE ARE TALKING EMPIRE BUILDING. HERE PEOPLE. HOW TO BUILD THE EMPIRE. FOR CRAPS AND GIGGLES MAN. WE THOUGHT IT WAS HILARIOUS. WE DID IT. THE MILLENIAL PUT THE FOREX FILM TOGETHER. FOR CRAPS AND GIGGLES. ACTUALLY. FOR MUCH MORE. WAY MORE. HOW MUCH MORE? WAY, WAY MORE. WE NEED NOT SAY MORE. WE SEE MORE. SEYMOUR? IN RETROSPECT. THE RETROSPECTIVE VIEW. MORE LIKE ZERO POINT GOOFY. IT TOOK ONE YEAR AND A HALF. THIS SUNDAY. WE ARE EXCITED TO TEST IT. IT WORKS. WE GO UNDERGROUND. THE STRATEGY IS LEAKED. IF IT WORKS. I NEED NOT SAY ANTHING ELSE EVER. IT WORKS. IF IT WORKS. I GO INTO HIDING. BUILDING THE EMPIRE. I JUST WANT TO BE SAFE. I JUST WANT TO BE SECURE. I JUST WANT TO BE AWAY FROM BULLETS AND ASSASSINS. I WANT PEACE. I WANT LONGEVITY. I JUST WANT TO SET UP. THE FAMILY. WITH A BILLION DOLLAR EMPIRE. ANY SECOND OF LIFE AFTER THIS IS JUST. A CHANCE TO ABSOLUTELY. BETTER. THE ENTIRE WORLD. SPEND HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS ON ENHNCING THE QUALITY OF LIFE. OF MILLIONS OF STRANGERS, WHY WE ARE IN HIDING? IT'S JUST DEFENSE MODE. THERE IS NO OFFENSIVE. IF ANYTHING. THE OFFENSE ONLY COMES AFTER MY DEATH. THEN EVERYTHING IS IN STONE. IF THE STONE. IS MESMERIZING. I COMPLETED THE MISSION. GOD BLESSED US. WITH THIS LIFE. IN EVERY WAY. IN ALL WAYS. GOD WAS ALWAYS. MIGHTY FAVORABLE TO YOU. YOU SAW SOME STUFF. IN LIFE. IT HURTS. IT'S THAT HURT. FUELING DESIRES. YOU'RE DESIRING SOME OTHER THAN THE IMPOSSIBLE. THE ONLY IMPOSSIBILITY. IN LIFE. IS TO NOT FEEL PAIN. LIFE IS PAIN. ANYTHING ELSE. WILL BE DONE. BY THE GREATNESS WITHIN. ONLY FIVE PERCENT STAY TO THEMSELVES. TO STUDY THEMSELVES. ENOUGH TO KNOW ENOUGH. TO GET WHAT THEY WANT. FROM LIFE. THEY CAN ANSWER YOUR QUIZ, ON THEMSELVES. ASK 1000 QUESTION OF THEM. GET 1000 INTERESTING ANSWERS THEY MAY HAVE. ALREADY CONSIDERED. OR MORE INTERESTING. IF THEY HAVEN'T YET. IN RETROSPECT. INTROSPECTING. IS THE BEST THING. YOU CAN ONLY KNOW YOURSELF. KNOWING SOME ONE ELSE AS A PURSUIT, IS HOPELESS. KNOW YOURSELF. 

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SCENE #6:. STONE MOUNTAIN. HOME. HOUSE. DAY. INTERIOR SHOT. WE SEE. THE TABLET. I REMEMBER THE GARAGE. 719 HAIRSTON TRAIL. RECORDING THE 24 HOUR TRADING AUDIO JOURNAL. RECORDING EVERY SESSION. OF THE FOREX TRADING. THE ASIAN SESSION. SESSION ASIA. OVERNIGHT. THIRD SHIFT. EARLY BIRDS. NIGHT OWLS. THOSE IN-BETWEEN. STAYING UP ALL NIGHT. FIGURING OUT. WHEN WHAT HAPPENS. HAVING MONEY ON THE LINE. WATCHING WHEN IT DOUBLES. WATCHING WHEN IT CRASHES. OH IT HAS TO CRASH. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING. YOUR INSTINCTS HAAVE PROVEN. TO BE ACCURATE. HALF THE TIME. WHEN YOU LISTEN TO IT. IT'S ABOUT BEING ABLE TO READ THE MARKET. BASED YOUR HISTORICAL CHART. OF TRADING THE FOREIGN CURRENCY. LET'S SKIP TO THE LOSSES. BESIDES NOT CASHING OUT. THE RIPPLE XRP PROFITS. BUYING IT. IN THE FIRST WEEK. TRADING. ONCE YOU STARTED TRADING FOREIGN CURRENCY MAINLY. YOU STILL TRADE IT. NZD, AUD, USD, EURGBP. PACING. THRU THE GARAGE. PACING INTO THE GARAGE. PACING OUTSIDE. CONFUSED. SO CONFUSED. OH SO CONFUSED. INCREDIBLY. ACTUALLY. IN ACTUALITY. THINKING THIS IS REALITY. WHEN THE PROFIT IS DOWN. ASKING IS THIS REALITY? WHEN THE PROFIT IS UP. IN RETROSPECT. THIS IS WHEN YOU CASH OUT. AND SCREAM. THIS IS REALITY. 

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FRIDAY FEBRUARY 28TH, 2020
SHIESHA JOHNSON'S BIRTHDAY YA'LL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHIESHA JOHNSON.
AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
TURN UP!!!
2.28.2020
9:15PM EST - 9:45PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER SEVEN AND EIGHT)

Here is your guide for Rugby around the Metroplex!
Saturday, 3/25 Senior Club: * Dallas RFC Women host Austin Valkyries * 2PM at Lake Highlands Park * Dallas RFC Men at Lake Highlands Park * 12:30PM D4 vs Las Colinas * 2PM D3 vs New Orleans D2 * 3:30 D2 vs New Orleans D1 * Denton Rugby Club hosts Alliance Rugby * 2PM at Vela Athletic Complex
Youth Rugby * Lake Highlands from 10AM to 1PM

Here is your guide for Rugby around the Metroplex!
Saturday, 3/25 Senior Club: * Dallas RFC Women host Austin Valkyries * 2PM at Lake Highlands Park * Dallas RFC Men at Lake Highlands Park * 12:30PM D4 vs Las Colinas * 2PM D3 vs New Orleans D2 * 3:30 D2 vs New Orleans D1 * Denton Rugby Club hosts Alliance Rugby * 2PM at Vela Athletic Complex
Youth Rugby * Lake Highlands from 10AM to 1PM

Some Background: My mother abandoned me when I was 3 years old after my father had an affair with her best friend. My father married her best friend and moved away leaving me and my mother behind. He took his cat though. my mother didn't really want to be a mother, and she sent me to go live with my father. My father and stepmother were horribly physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive.
During my childhood, my mother almost never contacted me in any way. I saw her five times from Age 3 until 18. Once, I stayed with her for 6 months when I was 11. she told me she was going to file for custody of me because from the stories I had told her about my life, she knew that I was being abused by my father and stepmother.
That was a lie however. She sent me back to live with my father and stepmother who continued to abuse me until my 18th birthday.
When I turned 18, my mother wanted to have a really close friendly relationship with me. I was really angry about her abandoning me twice. I didn't trust her and I didn't really feel that we had the foundation for a relationship, but I desperately wanted her love and approval.
Even though she hadn't raised me and she sent me to live with people who she knew were actively abusing me, she wanted me to treat her like she was the best mother ever. she would constantly tell stories about when I was under 3 years old. It made me really uncomfortable. I would ask her to stop telling the stories but she wouldn't.
When I got engaged, I invited her to my wedding which was a Orthodox wedding. for those of you who don't know, there is a very strict dress code for women that involves necklines that cover the collarbones, shirts that have sleeves which cover the elbows and skirts that go below the knee. I asked my mother to follow this dress code and she agreed to, but she showed up at the wedding with a blouse that was a deep v-neck. she wasn't showing cleavage or anything, but it was horribly inappropriate. she was also wearing open toed shoes which I had asked her specifically not to wear. When I confronted her on this, she basically dismissed my boundary and said that because she wasn't showing cleavage and because her shoes were very cute sandals that it was fine for her not to respect the dress code.
when I was pregnant, I told her, and she announced my pregnancy publicly before I had the opportunity to do so. It really hurt me that she told my grandmother and other family members before I had the opportunity to. when I tried to talk to her about this gently, telling her how much it had hurt me and how I would appreciate her not sharing my news with people especially after I had specifically asked her not to, she got very angry with me and told me I had no right to tell her what she can talk with her family members about.
These are some of the big events, however there have been a million other boundary violations and disrespectful actions towards me. over the years I went from wanting to have frequent contact with her to very low contact. especially When I became a mother, I realized I would never understand her or the choices that she made regarding me.
I have been living abroad, in Mexico, for the last 11 years. I live in a good area and I have a great job here. I invited my mother to come to visit us several years ago, before the pandemic and she gave me a lot of excuses why she couldn't come. She said that the flight would be too expensive. She said that she didn't have a way to get from the airport to our home. When my husband and I offered to pick her up from the airport and even to pay for her flight, she finally told us that it's because we live in Mexico. She doesn't feel it's a very nice place and she has never had a desire to come to this country.
This hurt very much because she lives several hours from the border in a city in America that is way more violent than where I live. The statistics for violent crime show that there is a higher rate of crime in her city than mine. I tried to tell her that she would be safe and that I really wanted to visit her to visit us in our home because I'm very proud of the life that my husband and I have built for ourselves. I told her she could stay in our guest room and that we would take her to the park we go to and the children science museum we frequent and our favorite restaurants, etc. she insulted Mexico and refused.
it left such a bad taste in my mouth that I didn't speak to her for the greater part of a year.
Then, she emailed me out of the blue about 9 months later and it was a one-line email. she said, I like where you live.
I obviously thought that she could be in my city so I emailed her back asking her directly if she were. no answer. I called her cell phone. no answer. I texted her and received no answer.
about a week later, she emailed me again telling me that she was no longer in my city but had spent two weeks there and she really thought it was a very fine place. she never tried to call me or see me at all but she traveled internationally to the city that I live in and she contacted me just so that I would know that she had been there and had Made no effort to contact me at all. It really hurt my feelings.
I wrote to her telling her that it hurt my feelings and letting her know that I felt she owed me an apology and an explanation for doing that. She has done a lot of hurtful things to me over the years, but that was so over the top and ridiculous - - even for her - - so I felt that it was a fair request.
Instead, she told me that she had already apologized to me. she insisted that she had apologized and I was refusing to accept her apology. she had never apologized to me. I'm certain of it. However, this made me doubt myself and I installed an automatic call recorder in an attempt to Discover if I was remembering things incorrectly or if she does lie constantly and then try to rewrite the truth.
she never apologized for the Mexico fiasco. However, I felt guilty after not speaking to her for a while and I initiated contact and we had low contact for a while that seemed to be going well. what I mean is she wasn't outright rude or disrespectful or passive aggressive. I was calling her every week and she would answer most times and we would make small talk for a few minutes.
Then, on one of our weekly calls in October of last year (2022), she told me in October of last year (2022) that she would be moving to another part of the country, very far away from the international border. Since we had had a few months of decent text exchanges, I decided to call her. During that call, in November 2022, I invited her again to come to visit us before she moves because I don't know when I will ever see her again because of how far away she's moving and how bad our relationship has always been.
I was hoping that she would see this as an opportunity to bury the hatchet and reconnect. instead she told me no. She flat out refused. she answered so quickly it was obvious that she didn't even consider it at all. It was like a reflex refusal. I know people can't always travel when they want to, I'm not so unreasonable, but she has over a year before she moves so it would have felt better if she at least pretended to consider it.
We spoke a week later and she asked me if after she moved my family and I would be willing to travel to see her at her new house. I told her no. I reminded her that we had invited her to visit us twice and she refused both times. I went on to say that I am not willing to travel so far to visit someone who has refused to visit me.
She told me that she never refused to visit me. I told her that she had. I'm certain that she did refuse, because I recorded that phone call and I had listened to it several times. there is a clear refusal. She told me that I had not recorded it. That I was lying. I emailed her the audio from the call. I tried to call her the next week but she didn’t answer. Same thing the week after that. Same thing every week since I gave up trying to speak to her over the phone in early February 2023. The last time I called her, I left her a pretty curt voicemail. I told her that if she wanted to speak to me that she should answer the phone or return my calls. A few weeks later she sent me a message at just after 7am, as I was getting ready to go to an important work meeting. In her message, she complained to me about the voicemail. She told me that it is not appropriate to contact someone and not ask them how they are doing and give them a polite greeting. She told me that she did not like my voicemail and asked me not to leave her voicemails like that. I messaged her back and told her that I will not be leaving any more voicemails, as she has not answered or returned my calls in over 4 months and I have given up. I also told her that she was messaging me at 7am to complain about a voicemail I left weeks ago and to please not message me just to complain, until after 6pm, when I get off of work.
She messaged me back and said, ‘' No worries, won't be bothering anymore. Enough take care don't text or call you won't get a response. You have made yourself clean when it comes to me.' So I blocked her. On my phone. On social media. On everything I could think of. However, I didn’t think of blocking her on my old email address. A few weeks later I was looking for an old document in that old email account and I saw that she had emailed me. Here is the exchange:
MOM: Sat, Mar 4, 8:25 PM
Dear daughter, if someone isn't able to do something but could and wants to do that thing at another time it is not refusing that thing. I truly hope we can get past all this time disagreeing with each other and go forward . When I told you not to text me it isn't that I don't want a relationship with you. A relationship can't be based on the actions that have been going on between us. Love you always mom
ME: Thu, Mar 9 12:17PM
Mom, You said to me in a text message from Feb 22nd, 2023 at 7:28 AM, and I am quoting you directly: ' No worries, won't be bothering anymore. Enough take care don't text or call you won't get a response. You have made yourself clean when it comes to me.'
By refusing to answer or return my calls for months while I consistently reached out to you and by sending me that text message above, you have made yourself very clear that you do not want a relationship with me.
Even in this email that you sent, the one I am responding to, You began it immediately by arguing with me. Hardly a way to mend a relationship. Just stop.
MOM Thu, Mar 9 12:19PM
Daughter I am sorry you feel the way you do. I only wish we both could, never mind i will be sending things i was going to send for a while to you soon love you mom.
ME: 1:04 PM
Mom, Saying "I'm sorry you feel the way you do" is not an authentic apology because it doesn't take responsibility for your actions or behavior. It is a common example of a non-apology apology, which is a statement that appears to express regret or remorse but does not truly acknowledge wrongdoing.
An authentic apology should include an admission of responsibility for your actions, an expression of regret or remorse, and a commitment to making amends or taking steps to prevent the same behavior from happening again in the future. It should focus on the impact of your actions on the other person, rather than their reaction or feelings about the situation.
Just STOP. Please do not force me to block you here as well
MOM: I have apologized so many times. you don't need to block me .
ME: When did you apologize for sending me that message?
MOM:You told me to stop so I am going to. I don't want you to block me or anything of that nature.
ME: Please answer my question.
When did you apologize to me for sending me the following message?
Feb 22nd, 2023 at 7:28 AM ' No worries, won't be bothering anymore. Enough take care don't text or call you won't get a response. You have made yourself clean when it comes to me.'
MOM:Am going to stop as you ask me to. I hope we can find our way to one another. Love you mom
ME: On Thu, Mar 9, 2023
When I asked you to stop, you refused to by continuing to message me.
Now, I am asking you to answer the question. You are refusing to answer it because we both know that you never apologized for sending me that message. Your emails to me today are the only contact we have had since you sent it.
Do not contact me again until you are ready to properly apologize for that message. If you contact me for any other reason, I will block you immediately without responding.
I deserve to be treated with respect.
Thanks a bunch,
Daughter
Thu, Mar 9, 2023 at 6:37 PM
MOM:If your answer to everything with me is blocking me, do what you have to do. I am standing up for myself and your stand to block me? Then just do what you feel is right and if blocking me is then do it. I am here when we can talk without the, ‘I am going to block you’ attitude. Love mom
BLOCKED
ME: Fri, Mar 10, 2023, 8:36 AM
Dear Mom,
It breaks my heart to have to write this letter to you, but I feel that you have given me no other choice. For as long as I can remember, our relationship has been strained and difficult, but it has been particularly bad in the past few months.
It hurts me deeply that we haven't had a single pleasant interaction since November 2022. It hurts me that you refused to speak to me over Christmas and New Year's, and that you have ignored and not returned my calls for months on end. It hurts me that every time we do interact, it is filled with hostility, anger, and resentment.
I know that I am not blameless in our relationship, but I have tried so hard to make things work between us. I have tried to clearly communicate my needs and boundaries to you, but you have not respected them. I have tried to reach out to you and make amends, but you have not taken those opportunities. Even yesterday, I clearly asked you not to contact me unless it was to apologize for the message you sent me on 'Feb 22nd, 2023 at 7:28 AM, when you said, and I am quoting you directly: ' No worries, won't be bothering anymore. Enough take care don't text or call you won't get a response. You have made yourself clean when it comes to me.' Instead of apologizing to me as I clearly asked you to, you continued to email me only to argue with me and blame me for the state of things between us.
Your consistent behavior towards me over time has been hurtful and disrespectful, and it has taken a toll on my mental health and well-being. I had been recording our phone conversations because I needed to protect myself and my mental health because of your dishonesty and gaslighting. I never intended to hurt you or betray your trust, but I needed to do what was best for me.
I am devastated that our relationship has come to this. I am devastated that we cannot find a way to have a healthy and positive relationship. I am devastated that I have to write this letter to tell you that I cannot have you in my life anymore.
I want you to know that I love you and that I will always cherish the good memories we have shared. I will try to remember you at your best. But I cannot continue to subject myself to the pain and hurt that our interactions bring me. I need to put myself first and surround myself with people who love and support me. Unfortunately you have not treated me lovingly nor supportively for years.
I don't believe at this point that you will change but I still hope that this estrangement will give you the chance to reflect on your behavior and take steps towards becoming a better version of yourself. If you do that work on yourself, maybe someday we can reconcile and heal the wounds that have been inflicted on our relationship. But for now, I need to say goodbye. I wish you all the best, and I hope that you can find happiness and peace.
With a heavy heart, Daughter Messages received in spam folder after blocking:
Fri, Mar 10, 7:35 AM
Good morning Daughter I am sorry for my message sent on 2/28. I was reacting basically on someone else's action to me which was wrong of me. Am sorry for that. I love you mom
Fri, Mar 10, 8:59 AM
Am at work and received your email. You can blame all that has gone wrong with our relationship on me . It hurts more than I can say to know my daughter doesn't want me in her life. Am praying for my mom being very ill at this time and now I lose you. Take care and I love you so much . Mom
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Fri, Mar 10, 6:09 PM
Am giving your words back to you. I did apologize and you still made the choice to let me not be in your life, I am hurt but will honor your choice. I will love you always. I did the right thing and apologized to you. In time I will make peace with what is to be in time. Mom
So, if anyone has read this whole thing, what do you think? Should I stay no contact? Do you think this could be salvaged? I feel really guilty, like I should reach out to her again. What do you think I should do?

And I thought both Virginia AND Purdue’s elimination was embarrassing. Hell, Alabama’s season was prime succubus disguised as a fairy tale. Dominated all season long, they won the SEC tournament, stayed in the AP Top 5 for the majority of the season AND crowned #1 overall seed in the tournament (it should have been Houston IMHO but who knows) only to be masked by one the players, Brandon Miller, by doing something so stupid that he should have been suspended (or even kicked out). And what does the head coach do? He let him stay on the team by sweeping the murder case under the rug. “Wrong place at the wrong time”? No wonder Nick Saban was ready to rip Nate Oats’ head off with his bare hands.
But this? This was karma. San Diego State may not be a walk in the park but they sure as hell exploited the f#ck out of Bama. Out of all the #1 seeded team in the tournament, this one was the most sus out of the whole pack of sus. Miller went 8-41 from the field and 3-18 from 3…. ALL TOURNAMENT. Oh you were in the wrong place at the wrong time… to get your #sses eliminated by a f#cking Mountain West Conference team. Now go back to football and BBQ!!!

The summer I turned 10 was the best time of my life. For years I’d had trouble making friends with other girls, and out of nowhere I was accepted into a group of boys. We would ride our bikes everywhere, play games, and sit up all night just talking about superheroes. I loved it, and I started enjoying coming to school.
That summer was the first summer we went to Everett’s cabin. We biked up there with his dad and spent three days hiking, fishing, telling stories, building a treehouse, and chowing down on hot dogs. It was amazing, and probably the first time in my life where I truly felt like part of a group.
For the next few years, we went back up there every summer. Sometimes we’d get another member, sometimes we’d lose one. People came and went, but we biked up there every summer nonetheless.
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They became my best friends. I was one of the “original members” alongside Everett and Sam, but one year we had Lewis, another year there was Owen, and so on. But me, Everett, and Sam? We were always there. The originals.
By the time we all turned 14, there was another girl joining the group; Sam’s girlfriend Josslyn. I’d had some trouble getting along with other girls, so I was a bit hesitant about having Josslyn come along. But I was hilariously wrong. Within a couple of weeks, Josslyn became my best friend. She was like the sister I never had.
The year we turned 16 was the last time we would go there as a group. By then, everyone was growing up. Some were going to college; others were getting a job. Hell, Sam and Josslyn had just broken up and could barely be in the same room. Spending the summer in Everett’s cabin became one of those things that you just stop doing. We promised we’d go back there someday and celebrate summer the right way, knowing full well that would probably never happen.
And then, nothing. And as with all names and faces, they started growing distant. We kept in touch every now and then, but Sam, Everett and Josslyn all went on with their lives. I did too.
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That was until a few years ago, when we all turned 30.
By then, Sam was about to move out of state. His startup company had gained some traction, and they were moving their main office. He was hitting the big leagues.
Josslyn was planning a move to Scotland. She’d met this guy at the university that she fell head over heels in love with, and the two of them’d had a long-distance relationship for close to a decade.
Everett, well, he’d tried to play the family man. He had a four-year old son and a two-year old girl with a woman who was divorcing him. Oof.
And me? Well, I wasn’t dealing with my aging very well. I’ve had anxiety all my life and haven’t celebrated a birthday since I was 14. I can barely look myself in the mirror, horrified of the possibility of seeing a grey hair. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, truth be told, and I imagine feeling all kinds of cramps and pains because of my age. And yes, I know 30 isn’t that old. Doesn’t matter.
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But that summer, Everett sent us a message out of nowhere. His family was selling the cabin, and he figured one more trip down memory lane would do us all some good. The whole area was being sold off to a logging company at the end of summer. Personally, I just think the divorce was getting to him.
At first, I wasn’t going to accept. But after seeing both Sam and Josslyn agreeing to come, I couldn’t say no. Maybe it would distract me from turning 30.
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So one sunny day in late June I drove down from Morgantown back home to Juniper (WV), not knowing what to expect. I figured I might get a nice weekend out of it.
And as I met up with Sam and Everett, it was as if nothing had changed. They hugged me. We laughed, we joked around, and we laughed some more. Everett had rented us mountain bikes. I got the blue one.
Sure, they looked a bit different. Sam had put on a few pounds and had a thick pair of glasses. He was already sweating. Everett, who used to have dreadlocks, had this short and neat office-type haircut, and his eyes looked darker. But that was all just appearance; they were the same guys. Same humor, same smiles, same favorite superheroes. Wonderful.
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We stopped at the supermarket. I was comparing beef jerky prices when Sam walked up to me.
“Josslyn went on ahead,” he explained. “The roads are all dug up, so we’re taking the tunnel.”
“The Rosewater tunnel? By the railroad?” I asked.
“Yeah,” nodded Sam. “Shouldn’t take long. Josslyn is already up there.”
Made sense to me. Josslyn was the outdoorsy type. She was probably up there making a fire by rubbing sticks together or something. But just in case, I bought myself a Firestarter. You never know.
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And then we were off. Riding bikes with the same people, down the same roads. Sure, it all looked different, but it really wasn’t. After all these years, I was still just me and the guys. For a moment, I felt this surge of optimism; like everything, somehow, might turn out all right.
Everett took point. We followed a trail deep into the pine forest, sweating under the summer sun. The canopy was a blessing, hiding us from the afternoon heat. It took us a bit over an hour to find the railroad tracks. We followed them north. Sam was sweating like he’d never even seen a bike before.
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Then we got to the tunnel. The old Rosewater tunnel wasn’t long, but it was old. Everyone knew about it, but it was the kind of place that parents refused to let their kids go near. The place was probably covered in mold. Still, biking through it wouldn’t be a problem. You could feel the draft coming through.
The tunnel had a slight curve to it, so we couldn’t see the other side. Still, Everett took point and howled with joy as he entered. The echo bounced off the walls, reaching into the mountain. Sam followed suit, shrieking just as loud. We dove deep into the dark with the rhythmic thumping of the railroad tracks beneath us.
Our bike lights shone as bright as they could, but the tunnel swallowed them. It was getting colder and colder, almost to the point of my breath showing. Little dust particles danced in the weak light. The sound of spinning bike chains and thumping wheels echoed, and the air tasted like old moisture.
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Suddenly, Everett stopped. Then Sam. And soon, I could see why.
We were in the middle of the tunnel, and there was something covering the ground.
Snow.
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We were all standing there dumbfounded. Snow? In late June? That didn’t make a lick of sense.
“That’s just weird,” said Sam. “Let’s keep going.”
“Wait,” said Everett.
He stepped off his bike and walked around for a bit. I leaned against my handlebar, feeling the weight of my backpack. I hadn’t even noticed how out of breath I was. Everett leaned down, looking at the snow.
“What’s up?” Sam asked. “We going?”
“Yeah, yeah,” nodded Everett. “It’s just… I dunno.”
“Dunno what?”
“Like… where’re the tracks?”
“You’re sitting on ‘em” I added. “What’s the deal?”
“No, Josslyn’s tracks.”
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Now I could definitely see my own breath. And Everett was right, the snow was undisturbed. Josslyn couldn’t have come through there, unless the snow had recently settled. But what, an inch and a half of powder snow in late June, in less than a day? Nah.
Everett got back on his bike.
“Let’s just keep going.”
We biked through the snow. About ten minutes later, we got to the edge of the tunnel.
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It’d collapsed in on itself.
The ceiling had caved in and filled the entire tunnel with a steep slant of solid rock chunks. It didn’t look recent either.
We just turned around. There was no reason for us to keep pushing forward, so we decided to just go back out and follow the (if somewhat broken) main road instead. We had bikes, we could go pretty much anywhere. Still, I couldn’t help but notice how Everett seemed a bit distraught. We all were.
On our way back through the snow, I got the sense that something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. But right then and there, I was just happy we were leaving.
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Except we didn’t get far.
The path we came in through had also collapsed.
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“Did we make a… a wrong turn?” Sam asked. “I thought this… this was just a straight line.”
“It is,” said Everett. “This, uh… this doesn’t make sense.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I gasped. “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”
“This is old. There’s dust. It didn’t just collapse, this is… ,” insisted Everett.
“So we must’ve gotten turned around somewhere,” smiled Sam. “So we backtrack.”
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It took us about 45 minutes to move from one end of the tunnel to the other; but both ends were definitely collapsed. How we entered in the first place was mind boggling. It didn’t make sense.
At some point, we just stopped. We stepped off our bikes and sat down. Sam used his phone as a flashlight, illuminating the dancing dust particles. The air tasted stale.
“No bars,” Sam said. “Tunnels suck.”
“It doesn’t make sense!” groaned Everett. “We got in, we can get out!”
“How?!” I asked, throwing my arms out. “I’m not seeing any exits! It… it fell!”
“That’s impossible!” spat Everett. “There would be a… a goddamn ear-bursting pressure! There’d be so much dust we… we wouldn’t be able to breathe! And there wouldn’t be goddamn snow all over the ground!”
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We tried to get our phones to work. We tried moving the rocks, but the thick moisture in the air had frozen; making them all stick together like bricks and mortar. There was no way.
We wasted hours, and the temperature just kept dropping. I’d started shivering, and Sam’s breath had frozen into little icicles in his beard. Everett paced back and forth, trying to come up with a plan.
The snow was either expanding, or we kept coming back to it. Either way, it was everywhere. And the temperature kept dropping; fast.
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At one point, that strange feeling in my stomach came back to me. I removed my bike light and used it as a torch. I noticed something in the snow.
I could see our tracks. Both from our bikes, and our shoes. But there was something else; a slight impression. Two thin parallel lines, running next to the wall. They twisted and turned at times, but I couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be. I called Sam and Everett over to help me, but we suddenly got distracted.
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Somewhere deep in the tunnel, I heard something.
A voice.
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“You should be helping me.”
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It came from further in. Without a doubt in my mind, and after all these years, I could still recognize Josslyn’s voice. We tried to pinpoint where it came from, but the tunnel made it impossible.
“Joss?” Sam called out. “Joss, you there?”
Nothing. We looked at one another. It took Everett a few moments to even attempt to accept this.
“Joss!” Everett finally called out “Josslyn!”
Still, nothing.
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We looked for her. I could feel myself growing more desperate as the air got colder. My teeth had started to chatter, and no amount of rubbing my arms changed a thing. My hairs were standing at attention, as if listening for warmth.
Sam and Everett kept calling out to her, but we got no response. And all over the snow I kept seeing these two parallel lines, just barely scraping the top of the snow. Either they’d been there for a while, or whatever was making them were something extraordinarily light. But there was no way of telling where it came from.
I have no idea how many hours we spent walking up and down that freezing tunnel. At some point, we all gathered in a circle and wrapped ourselves in sleeping bags. I tried to use my Firestarter, but we didn’t have much to burn. We piled up some of our extra clothes and spent the better part of an hour setting it on fire. It burned for less than ten minutes.
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At some point, we just stopped trying. Our hands were raw, and I started having cold sweats. We’d turned off the lights to save on battery, but my restless eyes kept moving. I could feel myself going cross-eyed, my mind confused by the pressing dark.
There was too much ground to cover. There might be some side tunnel that we might’ve missed, but we were losing hope. I didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Everett had gone through several cycles of arguing, making a desperate effort, being anxiously hopeful, and then back to arguing. Now they were just quiet.
I would’ve preferred an argument.
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“You… should be helping me.”
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We all looked up. It was distant, but not as distant as last time. I could hear Sam shuffling as he got up. He called out to Josslyn again and again, but there was no response. Sam was growing more and more desperate, and his screams got louder. At some point, he stopped calling out to her; he just screamed.
The arguing started again as Everett tried to shut him up. But I heard something. I looked up, concentrating on the sound. There was a slight reverb, like the sound bouncing off something metallic.
I put my bike light back on and looked up, letting the bright cone answer my question.
There were drainpipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel.
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“Some… some kind of drainage, or a run-off,” said Sam, looking up. “That’s gotta… wait. This wasn’t at the entrance.”
“So it started further in,” I said. “Maybe there’s a maintenance area.”
At that, Everett got up.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, that makes, uh… that makes sense.”
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We followed the pipes, and I couldn’t help but notice that the parallel lines in the snow that seemed to be going the same way. They were roughly following the way the pipes were running in the ceiling. Sam and Everett didn’t seem to notice.
“There might be another way out,” said Sam. “Like a… maintenance entrance.”
“Yeah,” agreed Everett. “They can’t have people running in and out of here when the trains are coming, right?”
My stomach turned. The stress was getting to me. I wasn’t usually the quiet one of the group, but crawling around in the dark just weighed my entire mind down. It wasn’t supposed to be cold. It wasn’t supposed to be dark. We were supposed to be making hot dogs by the cabin.
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There was a faint tapping sound. Something banging against the pipes, somewhere up ahead. Sam and Everett pushed forward.
And there it was. A maintenance door.
We all got excited. We ran up to it, and the moment Sam put his hands on the handle, I shouted at them to stop.
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They just looked at me, barely illuminated by our combined electronics. I could see the parallel lines running in the snow leading into the maintenance door. I pointed it out to Sam and Everett, who didn’t pay it no mind. Sam thought it was water drops from condensation. Everett didn’t care.
It couldn’t be water drops. It was too cold, and too consistent. Something in me screamed at me to just… not go further. This was bad.
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But the door flung open, and we stepped inside.
There was an awful smell in the air. Chemicals; mostly ammonia. It took some time getting used to, but we pushed on. There was a small corridor leading us further in, branching into maintenance tunnels that were so small that we had to move sideways to fit.
We explored, as a group. We couldn’t find an obvious way out, but we could make an educated guess. We just had to find a way that pointed us either straight forward, or straight back; following the curvature of the Rosewater tunnel.
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At one point, we hit a dead end. As we turned back, I was suddenly first in line. Then we heard it again.
“You should… be helping me.”
This time it was just down the hall. It was so close it chilled me more than my freezing breath. And for a split second, I could swear I saw something move just at the edge of the light. Something that retreated into the dark with a rhythmic sound. And it was leaving behind those strange parallel lines in the frost-covered floor.
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We got back to one of the maintenance hubs. The drainpipes coalesced, leading us further in. We stopped for a while, as Sam was out of batteries.
“They will come looking for us,” said Sam. “We should just go back and wait.”
“We’ll freeze,” I said. “It’s absurd, but we’ll freeze.”
“She’s right,” agreed Everett. “We… we gotta push.”
“Then I go second. I don’t have a light.”
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We agreed.
And as we turned around, there was Josslyn.
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We could barely make out her shape at first. She looked taller, and her hair clung to her face like she’d crawled out of a cold bath. She just stood there, barely keeping herself upright. Sam and I stood there in shock, but Everett burst into action. He sprinted forward towards her.
In a whiplash-like motion, Josslyn was pulled back into the dark. She didn’t make a sound.
I noticed two things.
One, that her legs didn’t move.
And two, that her feet barely touched the ground; leaving parallel lines in the frosted floor.
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Everett rushed after her, screaming her name over and over like a desperate parrot. I was right behind him, and Sam was trying his best to keep up. We ran, seeing whiffs of her hair disappear further and further into the darkness. She was moving, fast, and we could barely keep up. Just seconds later, as we came to a four-way junction, she was gone.
Everett fell to his knees, panting. I stopped short of tripping over him.
“She… she’s here,” Everett panted. “S-something’s wrong.”
I spat and tried to stay in motion to keep my sweat from freezing. The salt stung my eyes.
“Why… why is she doing this?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Wait,” I said.
I turned around.
“Where’s Sam?”
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We backtracked. We tried to mentally map those labyrinthian halls, but we just came up with dead end after dead end. Sam was gone. Disappeared into the dark.
And somewhere, far ahead, we could hear something again.
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“Yooooouu~ should be… helping me.”
But this time, in Sam’s voice.
Sam’s broken, drawling, drawn-out half-voice. It made the drainpipes reverberate, shaking with excitement.
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This time, we turned the other way. We couldn’t keep getting pulled further and further in. We made a silent agreement that whatever was in there was something we didn’t want to see. We had to keep going, and once we got out, we could help.
“We… we have to follow the pipes,” said Everett. “They have to lead outside at some point!”
“Or they’ll just… just lead us further in!”
“We can’t keep running in circles! We pick a path, and we stick to it!”
He grabbed my shoulders. Even with barely functioning light, I could see the panicked size of his pupils. I nodded. Whatever it took for us to stick together.
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We must’ve walked for hours. And finally, it opened up into another junction. This one with only two adjoining corridors. But by now, we’d moved around so much there was no way to tell what was north, south, or in-between. We could only guess.
“You pick,” said Everett.
And I did.
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We followed one of the halls, and I could hear my footsteps growing louder. The echo was increasing. Moments later, the halls opened into a kind of hub area where all the drainpipes coalesced. It was much large than expected, with solid concrete walls and floors. Dozens of pipes lead us here.
Everett was about to rush forward when I put a hand on his shoulder. I looked around for a bit, but he brushed me off and kept going.
“Wait!” I called out, pointing.
There was something up ahead.
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It was impossible not to recognize Sam. His body hanging limp, inches off the ground like a stringed-up puppet.
His skin white as snow, with icicles hanging from his beard and hair. He didn’t move.
“You shooooould… be helping me,” his body groaned, without ever moving his mouth.
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The shadows behind him moved.
The very dark of the room; it moved.
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And at that moment, I realized there was something oil-slick and dark slithering along the pipes; holding Sam up like a ventriloquist dummy.
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“Sssssshould. Sssssshould be.”
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I could see Josslyn’s bike, snapped in half and thrown into a corner. Strange flowers grew along the edge of the wall; like little sunflowers, frozen and blue.
I could see Josslyn’s backpack torn open and thrown across the floor. The hot dogs, trampled and abandoned. And there at the very edge of my light, I could see Josslyn’s frozen hair splayed across the concrete in a pool of frozen blood.
Unnatural hands crawled across the drainpipes, causing a rhythmic thumping. And just as the horror of this vision sunk into me, my mind exploded into panic. It was like watching through my eyes like a passenger, surrendering completely to whatever power would get me out of there. My mind lit up the world with fear, as a real and tangible threat started coming our way; and it was dragging Sam along.
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I bolted back out the door. Something was right behind me, but I didn’t know if it was Everett or… that Sam-thing. I didn’t care. I didn’t care the slightest.
I turned a quick corner. Everett followed. The Sam-thing couldn’t keep up, and whatever held him just tossed him aside. I could hear his body shattering like a gypsum statue; his body frozen solid.
Another corner. A quick turn.
Too quick.
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I tripped on my own feet. I fell, and Everett fell right after me. We ended up on our sides, lying face-to-face. Something in my elbow broke, and I couldn’t get up.
Then, Everett stopped. I did too. I held my breath, waiting for whatever pain there was to come. Everett looked at me, slack jawed.
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His breathing stopped. A long mosquito-like appendage had extended down from the drainpipes, piercing the back of his skull, like popping a water balloon. It was sucking out his warmth, making his skin lose its color. Eyes sinking into his skull, freezing. Nails and tongue turning black. Skin cracking like porcelain. Membranes shriveling into nothing but dry meat.
“Yooooooou~ “ it started. “… yoooOoou… heEeeeeEelping me. Help. Helping meeeee.”
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I couldn’t look away.
But as my light dwindled, all that was left was the cold of his touch, and his words; frozen in time.
“Shhhh… shhhhoooOo… should be. Be. Be.”
As my light went out, all that was left was one desperate plea. And for a moment, it sounded just like him.
“Helping me. Helping. Helping me. Helping… me.”
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I must’ve stayed there for hours, growing colder by the minute. I just lay there, listening to him slowly learning how to talk with Everett’s body. My tears had frozen my eyelids shut, and my shivers had subsided to a deep throbbing pain.
At some point, Everett was lifted off the floor. And as a cold spike poked against my skin, I realized I could barely feel it. I was too cold.
The creature must’ve thought the same thing, as it left me there. I had no warmth left for it to feast on.
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I was no longer interesting prey. I’d accidentally strained my elbow as I fell, and I could barely feel my legs. Further and further away, I could hear the rhythmic thumping as the creature moved along the drainpipes. The pleas of what remained of Everett grew more confident, and distant.
At some point, it wasn’t interested anymore. I fumbled down corridor after corridor, trying to keep my eyes open.
And out of nowhere, the tunnels just seemed to... open up.
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On the other side of the Rosewater Tunnel, the light blinded me.
The sun of late June promised me that I was finally safe.
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Now, this was all about… five years ago. Law enforcement insist that we were “urban explorers” who messed up. There had been reports of rockslides near the Rosewater Tunnels, and they figured that Sam, Everett and Josslyn got caught in it somewhere deep in the abandoned side tunnels. They didn’t take any other report or indication of wrongdoing seriously. That I had frost burns in late June didn’t seem to bother them.
I’ve been holding off on writing this story as it was technically open for investigation until last September. They finally closed it, officially classifying it as a kind of spelunking expedition gone wrong. They swear they’ve investigated the tunnel, but I have yet to see a single squad car anywhere near it.
I don’t think this is over.
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I’ve since left it all behind. The town, the people, the past.
And whatever future I have left, I will cherish.

Hello personalfinance,
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I also posted this to insurance, but wanted the advice of you all, as I think you can offer some knowledge on how to proceed through my very stressful insurance claim (that is costing me a fair amount of $$$).
To provide some backstory, I submitted a claim for an attempted theft on my 2013 Hyundai Accent in early January of 2023.
While the thief did not get away with my vehicle, they got their bodily fluids over nearly every area on the inside of my car. Blood and other substances were found soaked into the seats of the vehicle, headliner, and nearly every other panel in the vehicle interior. Furthermore, beyond the crippling ignition damage and smashed window that was caused, they left their used drug paraphernalia strewn about my vehicle and the odor from the substances was absolutely horrifying. In short, the vehicle was completely unfit for human occupancy (even in small instances) and was a biohazard. I quickly contacted my insurance company (Amica) about this issue after filing a police report and they stated it would be several days before an assessor could look at my vehicle. The vehicle sat unsecured and completely trashed in the parking lot of my apartment complex during this time.
For reference, the vehicle (pre-claim) was not in amazing shape. It has fading paint all over, cosmetic damage to the exterior, and was well used with over 130,000 miles on the odometer. The Kelly Blue Book value of this car in perfect condition is approximately $4,000; my vehicle is nowhere near that state and worth far less. Upon assessment, despite my insistance that the vehicle should be totaled, the assessor estimated the total cost of repairs in the realm of ~$1,200 dollars to remove all biohazards, replace the rear passenger window, and repair the steering column along with some other damages. To give you an idea of how far they went to avoid totaling my destroyed Hyundai, they quoted a rear-window replacement at $25.00 from a junkyard in a city that is over 150 miles from where I live. In what world does it cost only $25.00 to acquire a piece of glass and transport it 150+ miles and then install it? This exact process was completed for all listed repair items.
I was able to get my vehicle into a shop the week after the assessment. However, fast forward nearly three months later and my car has yet to be repaired. Meanwhile, I have had to pay out of pocket for a rental car and had to go out and purchase a new vehicle to stay financially solvent during this process (because rental cars are really, really expensive). Amica did set me up with a rental car, however, another issue was encountered here. I pay for $1200 dollars of rental reimbursement on my policy. My total rental bill was $1145 dollars. Amica opted to only pay $960 of it due to “length of rental” (their words, not mine). In addition to the cost of having to procure a new vehicle, I also still am making payments on the damaged vehicle that I cannot drive and do not possess because it is parked at a shop (along with the monthly cost of insurance – which is not cheap in Washington State). Amica has not reached out to me more than two times since this claim was opened to help get me through this.
What is my best course of action from here? My mom seems to think that I should be very aggressive with the insurance company on the phone, however, I am not so sure that being rude to someone I have never met will solve anything. Any advice or insight on this situation would be greatly appreciated!
tl;dr: My Hyundai got broken into and completely destroyed inside. Insurance company refused to total my vehicle and has offered little to no support in the past three months. Car still not repaired.

I hired Dubin Law Group to represent me in a personal injury case, but my experience with them has been disappointing even beyond my wildest expectations. During negotiations, Josh Campbell, a professional bullsh*t artist, repeatedly told me that my case was worth more than the settlement amount, but he still strongly urged me to settle and accept the offer against my better judgment. It soon became evident that there was a lack of diligence, urgency, and care paid to my case. It seemed like he was only interested in settling the case quickly, rather than putting in additional research or effort to reach a satisfying result. Looking back, I felt forced to follow his counsel to accept the low-ball offer of $35,500 on nearly $19,000 in medical bills, barely enough to cover their 33.3% attorney fee and my own bills.
On April 6, 2022, I sustained extensive injuries, including a 2-inch diameter concussion and subsequent dent on my head, bruising, and injuries to my neck, arms, shoulder, both legs, and knees in a car accident in Seattle. I had difficulty walking for many months due to shooting pain in my knees, and I hired this firm to protect me during my recovery process. I finished all treatment in August 2022. I had to spend hours tracing down providers and insurance representatives during my workday, which was something I specifically hired this firm to do. Ali Waters told me during our last interaction over the phone that I did not have health insurance last year, which was not true as I had provided that information when I signed with the firm and they had it on record. Josh Campbell later said she misspoke, but it raised concerns about whether they cross-checked information for accuracy.
Furthermore, a majority of bills from this case have been sent to collections and I have been in the complete dark as to when they would resolve. My insurance company had no records of Radia or Green Lake Physical Therapy, and I had to personally bring all this to their attention and present relevant information to facilitate these claims. I never received detailed and itemized ledgers of claims, dates of service, or regular updates. It is their responsibility as my legal representation to ensure that all balances have been verified and confirmed as correct, but it is now clear that this was not the case.
I found additional errors with their balances at UW Medicine and learned more balances were in collections. When I brought this to their attention, I was met with more condescending and dismissive responses. It is very clear that this firm is incapable of taking responsibility for their actions and apologizing for their mistakes.
The lack of communication and negligence from this firm is deeply unacceptable and has caused me significant harm. I was then handed over to Rebecca LaLiberte the 'managing partner' to be handled and mitigated. It was clear immediately by her condescending tone that she did not take this case seriously and offered to 'set up weekly meetings over the next few months' as the case resolved and bills re-processed due to this firm's specific errors. I started to look deeper into the firm and ask questions around other firms as to their conduct and reputation. It is clear now that this is simply a high-volume firm and litigation adverse, meaning they try to settle cases as quickly as possible without consideration for the best outcome for their clients.
Even after I brought all this to their attention and they agreed to take 25% off the attorney fee, a slap in the face for the amount of time I have personally put in to get this case back on track. Rebecca LaLiberte, the managing partner, has now said to 'please move forward with filing a complaint with the Washington State Bar. We will cooperate fully with them and hold the remaining funds in trust.'
What can I do to hold these people accountable?

Besides the five great lakes, if you look on a map, there aren't that many lakes in this part of the country. Why is that the case?

Hello Insurance,
I am in the middle of a very stressful insurance claim and could use some insight on how to proceed from here.
To provide some backstory, I submitted a claim for an attempted theft on my 2013 Hyundai Accent in early January of 2023.
While the thief did not get away with my vehicle, they got their bodily fluids over nearly every area on the inside of my car. Blood and other substances were found soaked into the seats of the vehicle, headliner, and nearly every other panel in the vehicle interior. Furthermore, beyond the crippling ignition damage and smashed window that was caused, they left their used drug paraphernalia strewn about my vehicle and the odor from the substances was absolutely horrifying. In short, the vehicle was completely unfit for human occupancy (even in small instances) and was a biohazard. I quickly contacted my insurance company (Amica) about this issue after filing a police report and they stated it would be several days before an assessor could look at my vehicle. The vehicle sat unsecured and completely trashed in the parking lot of my apartment complex during this time.
For reference, the vehicle (pre-claim) was not in amazing shape. It has fading paint all over, cosmetic damage to the exterior, and was well used with over 130,000 miles on the odometer. The Kelly Blue Book value of this car in perfect condition is approximately $4,000; my vehicle is nowhere near that state and worth far less. Upon assessment, despite my insistance that the vehicle should be totaled, the assessor estimated the total cost of repairs in the realm of ~$1,200 dollars to remove all biohazards, replace the rear passenger window, and repair the steering column along with some other damages. To give you an idea of how far they went to avoid totaling my destroyed Hyundai, they quoted a rear-window replacement at $25.00 from a junkyard in a city that is over 150 miles from where I live. In what world does it cost only $25.00 to acquire a piece of glass and transport it 150+ miles and then install it? This exact process was completed for all listed repair items.
I was able to get my vehicle into a shop the week after the assessment. However, fast forward nearly three months later and my car has yet to be repaired. Meanwhile, I have had to pay out of pocket for a rental car and had to go out and purchase a new vehicle to stay financially solvent during this process (because rental cars are really, really expensive). Amica did set me up with a rental car, however, another issue was encountered here. I pay for $1200 dollars of rental reimbursement on my policy. My total rental bill was $1145 dollars. Amica opted to only pay $960 of it due to “length of rental” (their words, not mine). In addition to the cost of having to procure a new vehicle, I also still am making payments on the damaged vehicle that I cannot drive ,and do not possess (along with the monthly cost of insurance – which is not cheap in Washington State). Amica has not reached out to me more than two times since this claim was opened to help get me through this.
What is my best course of action from here? My mom seems to think that I should be very aggressive with the insurance company on the phone, however, I am not so sure that being rude to someone I have never met will solve anything. Any advice or insight on this situation would be greatly appreciated!
tl;dr: My Hyundai got broken into and completely destroyed inside. Insurance company refused to total my vehicle and has offered little to no support in the past three months. Car still not repaired.

Bonnie was 44 when she was killed by Planned Parenthood.
She underwent a legal abortion at a Planned Parenthood abortion facility in Illinois. Soon after, she had to be hospitalized at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago. Unfortunately, she never recovered. Bonnie died on August 5, 2008.
Bonnie’s mother sued Planned Parenthood for malpractice. The case dragged on for years and was eventually dismissed by stipulation or agreement.
In an article for the Chicago Tribune, Planned Parenthood of West Loop, Illinois was confronted about whether or not they had failed to report the death of Irene Stevenson, one of their abortion clients. While they refused to confirm if Irene’s death was ever reported, the facility claimed to have reported a dead client in 2008. Records of the many lawsuits filed against Planned Parenthood finally identified the 2008 death as Bonnie Kay Hunt.
Years after Bonnie and Irene were killed, the same abortion facility killed Tonya Reaves. Planned Parenthood will continue to kill until they are shut down.
Enough is enough.
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/134536151/bonnie-kay-hunt/photo
https://www.chicagotribune.com/lifestyles/ct-xpm-2011-06-16-ct-met-abortion-reporting-20110615-story.html
"United States, GenealogyBank Obituaries, Births, and Marriages 1980-2014," database with images, FamilySearch(https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:QK4C-8DBT : accessed 25 March 2023), Bonnie Kay Hunt, Waukegan, Illinois, United States, 16 Aug 2008; from "Recent Newspaper Obituaries (1977 - Today)," database, GenealogyBank.com(http://www.genealogybank.com : 2014); citing Lake County News-Sun, born-digital text.
https://abortiondocs.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Loop-Health-Ctr-PP-Chicago-IL-02-13-2009-Medical-Malpractice-Kathleen-Baker-case-docket-2009-L-001757.pdf
https://abortiondocs.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Loop-Health-Ctr-PP-Chicago-IL-Cook-County-Court-1994-2013-lawsuits-against-Planned-Parenthood.pdf
https://abortiondocs.org/clinics/loop-health-center-planned-parenthood-aka-pp-of-illinois/
https://casesearch.cookcountyclerkofcourt.org/CivilCaseSearchAPI.aspx

As the title states, I’ve just been a casual watcher of south park but just watched Japanese Toilet and it was just great.
DickNBaus was pretty great too.
I feel a little lost because I don’t know all of their personalities that well but there’s no way I’ll have time to start from the beginning.
Currently searching this sub for the best episodes!!

Hey!! Quick question, maybe some guidance requested…..looking to grab a cabin at Baxter state park in august. It looks like they fill up fast, so it appears that if I wait for 5 days to be available it would just be booked by someone else on their reservation site. Would the best play to be to book one day at a time as it becomes available for 5 days?
Thank you in advance!

As the headline states Busch Gardens removed Wild Surge from the park map and the closures page. A few outlets today reported the ride is indeed going to be retired. The going rumor is that Busch wants to put an Invadr style wooden coaster in Jungala which I think would be a perfect fit. If this indeed happens you'd think the coaster would have to be all titan track right? What do you all think about this?

An author's note: Please read this post in it's entirety before you message me, I've added a follow up to answer most of the basic questions I've been asked over the last 3 years since I started posting my AD.

All my previous iterations were mostly about what role I could fulfill; and while this mostly still is true, walking amongst the elites the last week has opened my eyes... I'm looking for a complacent trophy to put on full display. Arriving to this city I already had a deep... Passion for power, governance; and just over all domination -- Washington DC fulfills my lust, and thirst for both political power, and monetary gain. Now I want, not need an adequate toy to share this experience with. Before I was playing conservatively; not anymore,
I've allowed my ego to rampant and on auto-pilot; thus far everything is according to design.
I'm as amoral as they come; I will eviscerate my way to the top of the governmental, and corporate ladder(s). I'm a retired hacker that has realized my full potential is being squandered away, so I'll begin to kick in the doors of 3 letter agencies until recruit me; or I die trying.
I've come to the conclusion that you need to make an impression with these sort of things, so I'm going to just let my words flow freely. So here we go:
Basics:
Height: 5'7
Weight: 175, could stand to lose a few lbs to get my abs back.
Eyes: Brown eyes.
Hair: Long curly brown hair (think Slash Rose's illegitimate son.)
Race: White.
Ethnicity: Hispanic (Cuban.)
Languages: Spanish, English, Sign-language.
Profession: Network Engineer in NW DC.
Religion: Agnostic.
A little about me:
I like long walks on the beach, sunsets, oh did I mention that I'm a sadist, and that I'm utterly insane?
I've been called a silver tongued devil; Quick witted, charismatic, with just the right amount of sarcasm.
Hobbies: Not being bored, it's a lot harder than it sounds. I enjoy learning/conversing about The Universe/space, science, and technology. I was quite nomadic in my 20s, having visited two different countries, lived in over 17 states, visited over 38.
Music: I'm more of a rhythm of the beat type of person vs. lyrics, but generally I've found myself to enjoy electronica. Definitely like a lot 80s synth pop, but again, this is just the preference, not really against the rest of the genres.
Shows: Billions, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Board Walk Empire, Billions, Rome, Deadwood, Halt and Catch Fire, The Sopranos, South Park, Mad Men, Dexter,
Movies: Beetlejuice, Brain Scan, Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb,
"What are you looking for?"
Well I can encompass a Master, a Dominant, or a Daddy, so it's really what can I provide for you?1
"How is such a thing possible?" Antisocial Personality Disorder (3.4 for those interested.)
"Why was it necessary to mention that?" To give credence as to how I can, and have been all aspects of Dominance.
"Monogamy or polyamory?" Favoritism towards polyamory, but seeing as it's rare to find multiple partners that allow me to explore my more sadistic side without tension, and/or drama, I'd go with monogamy if the individual allowed me to be depraved.
Preference in the following order: Slave, submissive, little (I will explain further below.)
Kinks: Sadism, TPE, CNC, bondage, degradation, humiliation, knife play, rope play, rape/abduction play, choking, impact play, spanking, hair pulling (I think you get the idea by now, there are still far more, here's a more comprehensive list.)
Experience: 15+ years.
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So about that whole preference thing, as I am on the ASPD spectrum I'm capable of fulfilling whatever role(s) are required of me to get what I want. So let me explain further, I'm openly telling you far ahead of time that I lack emotions and empathy, with the hopes that me giving you the illusion of whatever it is you require, will be met with reciprocation of the kinks we can agree upon. This is where the waters get muddied for little's, I can definitely treat you like the princess you want to be, without all the douche-baggery you'll deal with as people tugging at your heart strings. Plenty of people around here pretend to be Daddies and will leave you absolutely heartbroken. Tired of games? Tired of bullshit? Well here's someone willing to give you all the care, attention, and affection you desire without any hassles.
"Why would you want to be a Daddy Dom given your lack of emotions, and empathy?"
I am a social chameleon. I've been perfecting my art for the majority of my life, I like the challenge. I like to learn people and, give them what they want with the idea that I get what I want in the end, it's called a social transaction. I know what respect is, and I believe I need to write a little about this. Once we've discussed clear limits, and terms, they shall not be crossed, it's counter productive for me to lose my play thing(s). I can be fiercely territorial of all my possessions, that includes the individual(s) I'm involved with, what is mine will be protected, whether you're a slave, a submissive, or a little.If you want someone to completely treat you like trash, I'm more than willingly to oblige, if you need a savior and a protector, well I can do that too. I'm able to encompass what is required; a means to an end.
"What are you looking for in a submissive?" I'd like it to extend outside of the bedroom, but if it doesn't, whatever, I'm not going to repeat myself, so hopefully you've read this in it's entirety.
"What are you looking for in a slave?" Mostly aesthetics, and objectification. Of course I'd expect loyalty, servitude, and there's a plethora more, but I don't feel I need to be too descriptive on this part.
Now that I've written a fucking novel about myself, let's get to you....
Age: I prefer them younger (18+) , but have dated women as old as 45; generally if I find you attractive, I won't care.
Height: the shorter the better, but I've dated women taller than myself, not a deal breaker.
Weight: I'd like someone on the smaller side, a few extra pounds will be acceptable, but no one overweight please, just not my thing.
I will list things below in order of preference, not necessarily a disqualifier. (This is only opinion, not a rating system.)
Race: White, but as long as I'm attracted I won't care, I don't discriminate.
Ethnicity: N/A read above.
Language(s): The more the merrier, accents are a huge plus, whether a southern drawl, or other.
Religion: I'm completely open to allowing you to practice whatever you'd like, just don't expect me to participate; I can be respectful of your beliefs, as long as you're respectful of mine, I am a man of science, The Universe is my religion (so to speak.)
Eyes: Blue, green, hazel, brown (If you have Heterochromia iridum you move to the front of the line, I like mutations.)
Hair: The longer the better, no preference as to style, as for color: I prefer true blondes, redheads, dirty blondes, and then brown.
Tattoos: Sure, whatever, as long as it's not overwhelming or flat out tacky, in this day in age it's harder to find someone with none, so as the trend follows above.
Piercings: Depends, some people can pull off septum piercings, but I personally dislike them, so if it compliments your facial features, sure why not. But there is definitely a breaking point where it becomes overwhelming and you just look like Hellraiser.
Education: Strong preference towards educated women, this does not necessarily mean academics, open to all.
Profession: No preference, but I do tend to like women in psychology (I have my reasons.)
Personality: If I have to learn "your" pronouns, or apologize for my "white male privilege" you can fuck right off; I don't care about politics.
Children: Strong preference in favor of not having them, unless we never intend to meet, or you don't expect a level of commitment from me to them, then I don't readily care, non-factor. To explain a tad bit, it isn't that I can't, I just would rather not raise children, I have too many plans in life that children would derail, maybe later.
If you're interested in communicating further, I prefer talking on these platforms and in this order: Discord, WhatsApp, Reddit Chat\, Skype, Kik,* open to other forms of contact.
\Reddit Chat isn't the same thing as their mailing system, just an FYI.*
Go ahead and shoot me a message, I'm waiting.
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An update:
Well just to filter some things out, since I get this so many times... I will not be putting a big editorial process to this update(I say this now, after already re-reading, and editing a minimum of 5 times; I'm a slave to my own perfectionism,) so if you mostly have questions about me, ASPD, and things of the like, read this before you message me.
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While I absolute love to talk about myself because I'm just such a narcissistic-hedonist, I also do get bored of repeating myself, even if it is a new person. As such read everything in it's entirety before you message me, as I'm going to entertain less, and less messages about me, and not what I'm seeking, I'd rather focus on only replying to potential partners, and absolutely nothing else, that being said if anything I have not covered in this update, or post still burns an answer from you, by all means message me.
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"Were you formally diagnosed?"
I get asked about this A LOT, I'm not going to go into very many details, suffice it to say, yes, but it's been labeled as a misdiagnosis, all you need to know is I score high, and I do the things you'd expect, the pyromania, the violence that is actually associated at early age, the works, I'm not comfortable giving you more beyond that, and I will not be entertaining questions about my personal life, maybe a partner could ask me those questions, but I'm not letting you in my head, that's my game, not the other way around :).
Please do your own research beyond this point, it's borderline laziness how often I keep getting asked about this.
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"Why are you so open about it(ASPD)?"
Isn't it obvious? A lot of you can't fathom why someone with ASPD would just openly come out, and admit to people, well I guess I really should've brushed up on this when I first made my post, or at least go into a far more descriptive detail than I had originally, so here goes:
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If I'm ever to lead a sort of a long term relationship based on trust, and honesty, just how in the HELL do you expect me to explain this to you ever so casually? It's best to show your cards in the beginning, this is my own baggage, or some form there of.
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There's two reasons I'm choosing to do this online, and vehemently under anonymity; 99% of you will be irrelevant to me, 99% of you will never meet me, it's just that simple, ergo why wouldn't I just preface my entire description as such, and as brutally honest as possible? Secondly I do not want a partner whom I need to continue to wear a mask for, I want to be me, the real me, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
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What I find the most is women that fetishize the entire ordeal, that's all fine and dandy, but it does show just a lack of understanding about what APSD is as a whole, and to be perfectly blunt, you're wasting my time, I don't need to feed into your lonely thrill romance you spun in your head from watching true crime dramas. More often than not, this what happens, spare us the role-playing, I'm just not that bored.
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"Empathy"
One clear distinction I'd like to make, so I can stop getting asked about it, we DO have empathy, it's just not how YOU experience empathy. Think of a light switch, by default most of the population's is on, ours is off by default, and furthermore we have the ability to turn it on, and off. Yes, it is that simple, yes we use it for manipulation, now stop asking me about this, it's boring to repeat this.
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"Emotions"
Boredom, rage. This is what I'm capable of in the dark, empathy off. I'm constantly seeking stimuli, if you notice by actually looking through my posts, I've moved a ton of times, and always national parks... New atmosphere, new adventures, new dangers, you know, the shit that gets your heart pumping, adrenaline. This is my favorite drug, this is the high I constantly chase to kill the boredom. Rage is just self explanatory, my defaults are animalistic.
I am fully capable of experiencing all emotions, it's just for the most part, because I don't want do, I don't allow myself to.
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"Manipulation"
For the longest time I told myself who cares if I burn bridges in my wake, I'm building a highway in its place. Mostly still true, and I absolutely use it on a daily basis for survival, I must stress, and emphasize survival, here is why; I'm human, like the rest of you, what do you do on a daily basis, if not find means, and ways to survive, and entertain yourself? I know no other way other than to use people to my advantage, I minimize the damage where I can, and move about my daily existence, guilt, and worry free about doing any wrong, an argument could be made that we all use each other in some weight, or capacity, and that's good enough for me.
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I'm sure by now you're probably wondering what the hell any of that has to do with anything, it's simple if the point flew over your head, again. I'm tired of manipulating people, using them, abusing them, discarding them, I didn't grow a conscious I'm not "growing" as a person, but much more likely, I'm just bored of the routine, or the process, which has become the symphony of my life.
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"Love"
I by no means ever want to experience this love you all chase like Alice clumsily falling down the rabbit hole. I've seen it so much in my life it's downright pathetic, and I actually feel bad for those of you that have such strong emotions, see empaths. You're slaves to these emotions, you let people use and manipulate you, you've been hurt, and had your heart ripped from your chest, and it feels like you no longer have purpose, lacking direction, and meaning in life. I merely know this from generally observing humans for most of my natural born life. I'm more than happy to remain the way I have always been, and never wish to experience emotions in the way you do, I find it to be an advantage, one I can apply to more important things in life, like the pursuit of knowledge.
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I hope the psych nerds will now stop asking me these questions, I've paid my dues.
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"Preferences"
My preferences, are just that, a list of my preferences, at no point in any of my writing did I say I was prejudice between one thing, or that I show favoritism. I merely made a chart listing some of the attributes that I myself, personally find to be significant to me, but that isn't to say, or detract from other things. It's the equivalent of asking me if I prefer Metallica, or Megadeth; well I'm going to say I prefer one over the other, but I enjoy both, and the genre as a whole, the genre being women in this case. I enjoy women for my own personal entertainment, and amusement -- which makes it all the more hilarious to me when I get called a misogynist.
so please spare me all your comments, and messages telling me that it's so "intimidating", if my post intimidates you, what can I really even begin to say about that? It doesn't sound like we'd be compatible, or much less you'd be able to accept me as a person, in any case this is a personal issue.
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"You Need Help!"
I know what the help is, they just remind you repeatedly that your actions have consequences, they do not prescribe a medication for this, just therapy, and I know enough already to check myself, it really is that easy.
P.S:
"To My Adoring Fans"
You call me an edge-lord, cringe, and a wide range of inane insults, that truly don't phase me, since I get a lot of these messages, I thought I'd give you my rebuttal; just so you know I sleep naked so that anyone that doesn't like me, can kiss my ass - feel free to visit anytime!
P.S.S: I now operate, function, and walk amongst the elite of the nation; I see my kind everywhere, this is what Rome must of felt like in it's heyday; Cicero you clever bastard... I bid you all adieu -- and depart with this:
{"Το σύμπαν είναι αλλαγή. η ζωή μας είναι αυτό που την κάνουν οι σκέψεις μας.";}
Sincerely,
<~sodomy>

Hello there!
It’s a rainy and gloomy day here today and I’d love to get to know someone and have a deep and intriguing conversation! It could range from tons of topics and can last preferably the weekend at the least and forever at the most?
I love horror movies, tattoos, reading tons of books on days like this and anything creepy, Halloween related or scary is my type of thing. I’m also a pretty big couch detective and I love my true crime documentaries and podcasts. I enjoy a nice nature walk in a wooded state park and maybe take some pictures and just enjoy the quiet of places like that. My favorite time of year is fall/winter too.
If anything I said resonates with you I’d love to hear from you. I’m around all night. ☺️

Hello there!
It’s a rainy and gloomy day here today and I’d love to get to know someone and have a deep and intriguing conversation! It could range from tons of topics and can last preferably the weekend at the least and forever at the most?
I love horror movies, tattoos, reading tons of books on days like this and anything creepy, Halloween related or scary is my type of thing. I’m also a pretty big couch detective and I love my true crime documentaries and podcasts. I enjoy a nice nature walk in a wooded state park and maybe take some pictures and just enjoy the quiet of places like that. My favorite time of year is fall/winter too.
If anything I said resonates with you I’d love to hear from you. I’m around all night. ☺️

Hello there!
It’s a rainy and gloomy day here today and I’d love to get to know someone and have a deep and intriguing conversation! It could range from tons of topics and can last preferably the weekend at the least and forever at the most?
I love horror movies, tattoos, reading tons of books on days like this and anything creepy, Halloween related or scary is my type of thing. I’m also a pretty big couch detective and I love my true crime documentaries and podcasts. I enjoy a nice nature walk in a wooded state park and maybe take some pictures and just enjoy the quiet of places like that. My favorite time of year is fall/winter too.
If anything I said resonates with you I’d love to hear from you. I’m around all night. ☺️

See chapter 1 part 1: https://www.reddit.com/exAdventist/comments/11wi81l/countryside_sabbath_fellowship_chapter_1/
WE HAVE THIS HOPE THAT BURNS WITHIN OUR HEARTS,
HOPE IN THE COMING OF THE LORD.
Curiously, we did not bother singing the second verse of the song. The second verse was about love and unity in Christ, and I should have found it telling that these ideas were not something we would sing about. After the song, we all got down on our knees for prayer. Albert prayed, wrestling with the holy spirit to bring a sermon filled with truth for these last days.
After the tithe and offering plates were passed around and the special music was sung, the sermon came. It was the traditional Seventh-day Adventist program. In fact, nothing was much different other than the sermon and the fact that we got on our knees for each prayer.
The sermon was packed with information. While at other churches, the pastor did a lot of talking, and few if any materials were displayed, this church seemed to display huge chunks of information on the screen up front. While the Bible got some air time, it was really the Spirit of Prophecy* that was front and center. There was no sugarcoating it: Ellen White was the soup du jour at this church, and the congregants lapped it up like heat-scorched desert camels. The book that Albert was most fond of was The Great Controversy, as it shed light on the coming end of the world. Chunks of her writings were displayed, with certain words and phrases being color-coded. Some words, such as apostasy, were underlined. For a good hour, we listened intently to how Ellen White saw various end times events progressing, and how we were at a very precarious part of earth’s history.
I had never been to a sermon that was so loaded with information. There was a lot to take in. The congregation of predominantly old men seemed to come alive. Unlike some of the other churches I had been in, there was not a single closed eye. Not one was asleep. Backs were erect. Eyes were intently focused on the front of the room. Every once in a while someone would let out a militant “amen.”
Albert did not leave his perch at the podium in the front. He was the kind of pastor that was like a tree. Settled in place, hands firmly wrapped around the projector remote. As he preached, he would say “friends” a lot when trying to get his point across. “Friends, do you really want to be asleep at this point in earth’s history?” “Friends, it's time to wake up, because the rest of the world is asleep.” “Friends, we need to watch, because nobody else is going to watch for you.” “Friends now is the time to pray with trembling. The end is right around the corner.”
After over an hour, tummies were rumbling. After the final prayer and closing music, basic human wants took over. It was time to eat. We all quietly and reverently made our way out of the sanctuary to either the restrooms or the kitchen and dining area. The atmosphere was a little more lively. Some would talk about the sermon while others were discussing the pamphlets and upcoming events. Others were preparing lunch and just talking about the previous week’s events. One thing that was missing was the presence of children. Other than our daughter, who was two years old, there was not a single child present. Nor were there any teenagers or anyone in their twenties. Honestly, I think that we were the youngest in the group.
A few of the congregants were related. There were two brothers and their father who were said to be regulars. I recognized one of the brothers as the man who pounded that piano into submission for the “We Have This Hope” song. He was lanky and jovial. He laughed a lot. His brother appeared more sulky and quiet. He almost appeared to be brooding. The father was sitting at the table, hunched over. He didn’t look too well. He was very stoic and almost silent.
The younger man, who we shall call Eric, was preparing a salad and cutting fresh avocado. He took his time doing it, making sure to create a culinary masterpiece that would be worthy of the Sabbath day. I could start to smell the food at this point. All sorts of scents mingled as the food was warmed up in the oven. Things were getting hot now and our stomaches were screaming for sustenance.
Every Adventist potluck is different, but you can tell a lot about a church by the food they eat. The more traditional a church is, the less you will see dairy or meat. I have only seen meat at potluck when traveling internationally. It’s not something you see a lot of in the United States. Cheese is the great equalizer. The more cheese you find at a potluck, the less sway Ellen White has over the congregation. If cheese and other dairy are absent from the potluck spread, you can rest assured that the Spirit of Prophecy is abiding.
Looking over the potluck spread, I saw that some dairy had made a happy appearance. Little signs proclaimed whether or not a plate was vegan. The more traditional members ignored the cheese as if it didn’t exist. As for me, I reached for the lasagna. It would possibly be something I would have to answer for in the final judgment—but I was hungry. Real hungry.
Being that we were guests and had a child in tow, we were allowed to go up first. To have the first pickins off the buffet table is an honor that brings with it a solemn responsibility. Behind me was a small army of hungry seniors. To fill my plate with one tantalizing dish could mean that a more seasoned soldier of the Lord behind me would lack. I had to muster my self-control and make my way forward. Tongs danced across salads and strange casseroles as I lifted the contents onto my plate. I made my way along the table, seeing a variety of concoctions that would bedazzle an outsider. Many of these dishes looked like something you would find in a cookbook that had gone out of print decades ago.
It can not be denied that much of the food was good. Some of it was bland, but given that the optimal Adventist diet shuns the use of pepper, spicy condiments, and vinegar, what can you expect? There was salt for those who desired it. I also found that strategically mixing certain foods could give them an added flavor that almost seemed exotic—maybe even sinful. Later on, I would read that much of the spice-abstaining diet ideas that Ellen White saw as optimal were gleaned from a health craze that had taken over during her time. While this craze had become obscure and disappeared from life in our modern era, some Adventist groups still follow this outdated form of healthful eating advice.
Potluck is the perfect time to get a real feel for the individual beliefs of church members. While most churches have a mix of more conservative and liberal members, observing the banter that happens during potluck is a great way to gauge the overall feel of a church. It was during the potluck time that I began to understand that there was more to this church than originally met my eye.
As I slurped up a vegetable broth, my ears were taking in all sorts of discussions that were happening from various areas of the table. I heard something about chemtrails and something about Jesuits. I had heard some discussion of Jesuits in the past but had always kind of ignored it. Being that I went to a Jesuit university, I found it somewhat relevant. I had heard my father-in-law discuss chemtrails in the past, and always thought it was a strange, and even a stupid thing to waste your time thinking about. It never made any sense to me. Yet, strangely, here it was, popping up at potluck. Talk of increased spraying and airplanes flying low over the area filled my ears.
Now was a good time to step outside and get some fresh air. It was a lovely Spring day, and nobody wants to spend their whole day in a musty old church. Therefore, I gathered my wife and daughter and we made our way outside to play on a small playground area that had been built outside. Even though there were no children at this church, the other church that still owned the building must have had children in the congregation.
As I watched my daughter play on the wooden playground, I looked up at the steeple. I thought back to our time in Eastern European Country, of this place, and the Deer Park church. I did not understand it. Yet, I didn’t see any reason to not come back and visit again. Everyone was super friendly and welcoming. That is one way they get you in.