DISCLAIMER: As someone in their late teenage years, many of these mistakes have been made, and most of them have been learned from experience. This guide has been created to help educate anyone involved with drugs on how to best protect themselves against law enforcement, and to do this for a very, long time. However, despite this probably being the quickest and easiest method to generate money, the risk far outweighs the reward. You can put your family, friendships and personal life in jeopardy, and you will have to rely on too many stupid people not to get caught. If you or your friends don't mind that, then read this before you do:

General statements

-Keep business and personal life separate. This will depend on the anonymity of your business life. For example, keep your family separate by fabricating an alternate persona for your business life.
-Don't get high off your own supply. Consuming your own product may reduce any profits you make. For example, you buy a bag of product but inject it all in one day, now you don't have enough money to buy more needles and expand your business.
-Frequently test your product. Failure to do so in an unregulated business may eventually result in overdose, arrest and death. For example, you decide to sell a new batch of product your supplier has cut without reagent testing, and you are later arrested because your customer died of a fatal substance interaction.
-Invest and sell in bulk. Only invest in large quantities of product that have the highest profit margins and rate of purchase, while reducing the customer base to bulk buyers. For example, products bought in bulk such as benzodiazepines, cannabis, opiates and amphetamines will generate the most income.
-Trust no one. Don't engage in activities that require trust such as fronting people anything like money, or product. For example, if a junkie can't afford his addiction, don't fuel his debt.
-Loose lips sink ships. Unnecessary disclosure of sensitive information can be used as evidence against you. For example, your customers think it is okay to short change you because you've boasted to them about how many gucci belts you own and how much money you earn.
-Don't shit where you eat. Everything relating to your business should be dumped off your property or destroyed. For example, you should never be vulnerable if you get raided.
-Better safe than sorry. Never get comfortable, always analyse and improve your security. For example, imagine you are the prosecutor looking for holes in your defence in court.
-The aim of the game is to have no name. Make it known to your associates that you will not do business with anyone who discloses your name or any sensitive information. Cut everyone off who does, as this presents a major security issue for you. For example, if you have any unknown contacts for your business, then that is an indication you need to cut off one of your associates.
-Ignorance is bliss. The less you pretend to know about anything related to your business, the better. For example, intent to possess or sell product is usually required for law enforcement to charge you with an offence.

Transactions

-Only do business with virtually untraceable currency, such as cash or bitcoin. This will prevent law enforcement from using money as evidence for any purchase or sale of illicit products. For example, any cash that is seized by law enforcement requires evidence to determine if it is illegal money.
-Never let anyone know your property. This is because your property will link back to your personal life and compromise your anonymity. For example, no one should know where you live, what car you drive or firearm you possess.
-Never handover product first, without the handover of money. Customer could receive product without releasing funds. For example, you give a crack-head a bag of product and he runs away with it.
-Don't do business with anyone you don't know. A verification system must be used to qualify people as associates such as customers, suppliers or employees, where a person requires at least one successful transaction to be able to make direct purchases or sales, and people without verification should not be able to contact you. For example, you can be relatively certain that a potential customer is legitimate if they have made a successful transaction.
-Use third parties and dead-drops for high risk transactions. These techniques make it difficult for law enforcement to create links because they separate you from any transaction. For example, your middleman was able to retrieve your product because law enforcement did not have the resources to constantly surveil the dead-drop.
-Never come under control by other people's property. Doing so reduces the chance of you being able to escape a robbery or arrest. This includes things such as cars and houses. For example, you give money to a person inside his car in exchange for product, then he hands you a bag of dog biscuits and drives away.
-Dictate the location/time of every transaction. This reduces the chances of being robbed or arrested. For example, choosing a time closer to a transaction, and a location further away from a station would give less time for law enforcement to act.
-Keep all transactions public and discrete. This reduces your chances of getting robbed. For example, think of creative ways to make a transaction in public more appropriate and efficient.
-Don't use your vehicles for business. Vehicles have number plates which can be traced back to you through registration. For example, you can get pulled over and charged by law enforcement should there have been reasonable suspicion to search it.

Communication

Don't use unencrypted or any particularly insecure methods of communication. This includes anything that can be used to identify you with your business, such as mobile phone numbers, email services and social media. For example, you were arrested because your phone was tapped by law enforcement while under investigation, or you were caught selling product online when Facebook granted law enforcement access to your account.
-Force any encryption onto electronic communication between yourself and anyone related to your business. This includes customers, suppliers and employees. For example, you can use encrypted anonymity tools for communication such as Tor and Wickr to conduct business.
-It is best only with verified associates to discuss sensitive information in person. Using electronic communication in this case is more vulnerable than communicating face-to-face, given that you can't be certain of who is on the other side. For example, it is important to treat personal communication as a layer of security if you have reason to believe your electronic methods of communication have been compromised.
-Never leave any electronic device to hibernate while you are accessing sensitive information related to your business. Other people can retrieve your sensitive information from devices such as computers, phones, hardrives or tablets while you are not present. For example, a house mate gains access to your sensitive information because you left your laptop to hibernate while you went to the toilet.
-Use a logless VPN to change your IP address (physical location) to hide from your ISP (internet service provider) from your electronic devices when in use. This is so that your communications and browsing history cannot be linked with any of your business online. For example, accessing the same website through both business and personal ISP accounts without a VPN may link your personal internet traffic history to your business activity elsewhere, making you a potential suspect for law enforcement.

Evidence

-Don't store your entire stash on your property. Even if the stealth was so impeccable that you could not find its location yourself, drug dogs in a search warrant will.
-Keep all things related to packaging hidden and separate from product when not in use. This is so that they cannot be identified by law enforcement and linked with the sale of product. For example, written documents, clip seal bags, scales, mail, cutting agents, heat sealing devices and drug paraphernalia.
-Ensure product during processing is disposable at all times. You should be able to dispose of product in the process of packaging before law enforcement can get to it. For example, you flushed the product down a toilet or sink before police could seize it during a raid.
-Move stash frequently. Repeated visits to your stash creates a pattern which can be traced if you are under investigation by law enforcement. For example, the police followed you to your stash from home, planted cameras near your stash and acquired evidence for the stash being in your possession.
-Don't let anyone else apart from yourself know where your stash is located. Doing so will most likely result in a robbery, and it can also result in your arrest if that person became a police informant. For example, your stash goes missing, your employee gets arrested or robbed, unable to return funds or product, and snitched on you after having informed him where your stash was located.
-Wear gloves, hairnets and long cloths when handling business. Biometric evidence such as fingerprints, hair follicles and skin can be used to gather evidence for possession of product. For example, your fingerprints on that bag of product is evidence of you possessing it.
Destroy (wipe) all digital evidence after use. You can wipe hardrives clean with programs such as DBAN, and wipe any digital documents and photo metadata with software like Tails, and learn how to factory reset your mobile devices. Ideally, all digital information must be temporary, amnesic and self-destructing.
-Destroy (burn) all physical evidence after use. Do not dispose of evidence inside your property's garbage bins, as it is routine for law enforcement to search them. For example, if you dispose of evidence such as clip seal plastic bags and documents in your bins, it could be used against you as evidence after law enforcement have collected it during a search warrant.
-Regularly wipe electronic devices that may contain information related to your business. This is so that law enforcement can't use that evidence against you if they have a search warrant to seize and analyze your digital belongings.
-Build a team that live in the same property. Living with other people that work for you increases business availability, and ambiguity for the prosecution after a search warrant. For example, any product found requires evidence such as fingerprints to discover who exactly is in possession of it.
-Remove all physical and digital evidence from property if you believe you are under law enforcement investigation. You must take every precaution necessary so that law enforcement cannot find a shred of evidence of your illegal activity if they execute a search warrant. For example, the prosecutor couldn't press charges on you because they found no evidence to support their case.

Game over

-Don't talk to police. Anything you say can and will be used as evidence against you. Suppose you said everything right, talking to law enforcement is still a no win situation. For example, you could have said everything right in the police interrogation, but the prosecution can still claim that you weren't cooperative since you had essentially denied everything.
-Know your rights. State nothing except for your name, date of birth, and right to silence and an attorney when being interrogated by law enforcement. You will most likely incriminate yourself if you fail to do so. For example, police stopped questioning you when you exercised your right to silence and an attorney.
-You know nothing. Do not admit to knowing or remembering anything. For example, if law enforcement ask you if you remember anything about a package they found in your property during a search warrant, your defence can be a complete lack of knowledge and intent for such a claim.
-Play dumb. You don't know or understand anything about the law, the morality in breaking it or the likely risk of engaging in activities that do. The less culpable (guilty), and the more naive you are about the law, the better chance you have of winning in court. For example, defences such as mental insanity and impairment are successful when the defendant demonstrates that he does not understand the morality of the charges.
-Don't appear guilty. Become void of all body language as not to raise suspicion of your guilt. For example, defensive postures, eyes that stray left and right and feet that point toward the door are all signs of guilt that law enforcement will detect. Leave all emotions out of the process, especially guilt. For example, you confessed in an investigation room because you broke down after being told how many years in jail you're apparently going to serve, and that all further charges would be dropped if you confessed. Don't be that guy.

You're in trouble

-Don't talk to federal agents. Say nothing of substance; anything you do say can be falsified, editoralized or misinterpreted. Believe it or not, at this level law enforcement are willing to lie in order to convict you. For example, a federal agent tells you that you won't hear from them again if you cooperate with police, then you get a call later from a prosecutor detailing your court date.
-You are guilty until proven innocent. The investigation process is no longer about guilt or innocence. For example, federal agents at this level care more about catching you out on a lie than determining your innocence.
-Don't deny anything or behave surreptitiously. Anything you say is now open to further investigation. For example, federal agents opened up an investigation on your associates because you avoided sharing information about them.
-Always divert federal agents to your lawyer. Whether they are dropping their business cards on your car window, turning up to your front door, or in an interview with you, always have a lawyer to engage them on your behalf. For example, a federal agent threatens you with a grand jury-subpoena if you do not talk, you tell them to address your lawyer about it.
-Record any encounters you have with federal agents. The only advantage you have over them is relying on their ability to lie or make errors, since they are not legally allowed to record you, other than in their peer reviewed notes.
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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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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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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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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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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. 

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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.
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TURN UP!!!
2.28.2020
9:15PM EST - 9:45PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER SEVEN AND EIGHT)

7:47PM EST - 8:25PM EST
2.24.2020
MONDAY FEBRUARY 24TH, 2020
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DEAR VANESSA HONEY MALONE,

WHAT DO I SAY NOW? SOME CONCEPTS, IDEAS, THOUGHTS, ARE EASIER TO GRASP. EASIER TO GRASP THAN OTHERS. HONEY, I MISS YOU. YOU WANTED TO BE AN ACTRESS. HERE IS YOUR VERY OWN PEN NAME. THE LITERATURE BRAND. THE DEBUT IN YOUR PEN NAME'S CREATIVE PORTFOLIO. "THE FATALIST DREAM". THE FIRST WRITING OF YOU SINCE 2015 AND "CFK". "THE FILM LIFE FILM THEORY". I THINK ABOUT WHAT IF. TO JUST TALK TO YOU FACE TO FACE. IF I HAD ONE MEMORY OF US TALKING ABOUT THIS SCENARIO, BUT I DON'T. IF I COULD JUST TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS. I CAN'T. HONEY, I WROTE BOOKS ABOUT BEING YOUR FRIEND. ABOUT HOW MUCH IT FELT CRAPPY TO LOSE YOU FROM EARTH. IT'S ALWAYS HARD TO NOT SQUIRM WHEN I THINK OF MY DEAD HOMIES. PARDOM THE BLANKNESS. I CAN WRITE STORIES ABOUT FANTASY AND SCI FI AND ECONOMICS. YET WRITING ABOUT HONEY, LETTERS, WRITING TO YOU, LETTERS. DO I TAKE THE GLASSES OFF? ALL I CAN DO IS THIS, TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU AS A PERSON. A FRIEND. YOU WERE THIS 15 YEAR OLD, LISTENING TO PHILOSOPHY. WITH US. WE ALL WERE. BRENDAN, TROY, PUDGE, SISSY, ISAIAH. SAINT. I DID WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU BECAME. WHO YOU BECAME. IT ALWAYS BOTHERED ME. IT'S DONE SO MANY THINGS TO ME. THE WAY I THINK WHEN I THINK ON YOU. WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME. ANYONE WE LOSE, WE WOULD END UP, WISHING WE COULD SPEAK TO THEM. WE WOULD WANT TO HEAR THEIR VOICE. JUST ONE TIME. PRETTY MUCH WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT NOW. BUT FOR THIS TO BE A LETTER TO YOU, I MUST SEND IT. YOU ARE NOT ON EARTH ANYMORE. HOW DO I SEND IT? I SELF PUBLISH IT. THERE'S A FEELING I CAN NOT FULLY DESCRIBE, WHEN IT COMES TO THIS BOOK I AM CRAFTING OUT NOW HONEY. I HAD A WRITING SESSION YESTERDAY. MOST LIKELY IT WAS AUDIO FILED. THE ON TAPE WRITING SESSION. YESTERDAY WAS SUNDAY. THEN I'M SURE I WAS IN THE KITCHEN RECORDING AND WRITING THRU OUT TWELVE HOURS. I DID NOT LEAVE THE KITCHEN OR APARTMENT. THEN THE FEELING GREW STRONGER. THERE'S A VOICE INSIDE, VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS PROJECT. PEACE OF MIND EXCITED. THE VOICE IS TELLING ME HOW IMPORTANT THIS PROJECT IS. SO I WON'T GO INTO DETAIL. I DID HAVE A VIVID DREAM LAST YEAR. I WAS IN A CLASS AND THE TEACHER CHALLENGED US ALL. WRITE A BOOK. CREATE SOMETHING. FOR THE MIDDLE SCHOOLERS. I LOVE YOU HONEY. 

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8:35PM EST - 8:53PM EST
2.10.2020
MONDAY FEBRUARY 10TH, 2020
HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY SHAKEVIA KANAIJAH HARRIS
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A PERSON OF NUMBERS THE INTRODUCTION:

WE JUST PUBLISHED VOLUME ONE OF "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS" RIGHT AFTER MIDNIGHT TODAY. WE ENGAGED IN A TWELVE HOUR STUDIO SESSION TO EDIT AND PROOFREAD THE MATERIAL WHILE AUDIO RECORDING. BY MIDNIGHT, THE PROJECT WAS READY FOR PUBLICATION. I AM REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS PROJECT. THESE INTRODUCTORY PAGES WILL BE SOME OF THE ONLY PROSE YOU READ IN THIS VOLUME. I AIM TO CREATE EACH VOLUME IN THIS SERIES, UNDER A DIFFERENT WRITING GENRE. THE CONCEPTUAL GENRE IS OF BUSINESS AND ECONOMICS. FINANCIAL LITERACY. INVESTMENT STRATEGY. IN THE FORM OF A DIARY AS WELL. WE MAY ADD A FICTIONAL DIARY AS IT'S OWN VOLUME. WE MAY ADD A NON FICTIONAL DIARY AS IT'S OWN VOLUME AS WELL. WE ARE GOING TO DRIVE THE CONCEPT HOME, USING AS MANY DIFFERENT VARITIES OF CREATIVE EXPRESSION, UNDER THE PRE TENSE OF THE WRITTEN WORD. ANY OTHER FORMATS WE USE, WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO BE READ IN THIS WRITTEN FORMAT. THE ONLY BOUNDARY THIS PROJECT HAS, IS SUCH. I CAN ONLY WRITE THIS PROJECT, SO HOW CREATIVELY INDUCED CAN THE LABOR OF LOVE BE? MY CREATIVE DECLARATION IS TO DECLARE CREATIVE WARFARE ON THIS PARTICULAR SUBJECT OF DISCUSSION. WE ARE DISCUSSING YOUR LIVELIHOOD PEOPLE. WE ARE DISCUSSING MY LIVELIHOOD. WE ARE DISCUSSING OUR LIVELIHOOD. I JUST WANTED TO BE TAKEN SERIOUS AS AN ARTIST. ONLY AN ARTIST COULD HAVE DONE THIS, THE WAY IT'S GETTING DONE NOW. THE CONCEPT DISCUSSED WOULD SHOW, I MAY BE MORE THAN AN ARTIST. I AIM TO THROW ALL OF MY CREATIVE GAUNLET TO THIS PROJECT. I WANT TO DISPLAY THE CREATIVITY I HAVE TAPPED INTO BEFORE, AS WELL THE CREATIVITY I HAVE YET TO TAP INTO. I HAVE FELT LIKE MY DESTINY WAS LIT ON FIRE, SINCE THE YEAR'S BEGINNING. SINCE THE NEW YEAR, I HAVE FELT LIKE SOMETHING GREAT WAS ON IT'S WAY. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS. I WAS TERRIFIED BY THE FEELING. I FEEL NOW, AFTER ACTIVELY PURSUING DESTINY FOR MY FIRST ADULT DECADE, MY DESTINY IS NOW PURSUING ME. I JUST GOT RE ASSIGNED TO ANOTHER POSITION AT ANOTHER SITE, UNDER THE TEMP SERVICE I WORK FOR. I WAS JUST AT THE LAST ASSIGNMENT, SATURDAY UNTIL MIDNIGHT. I PUBLISH VOLUME ONE THE NEXT MIDNIGHT. I GET A CALL AT 6AM. THE ASSIGNMENT HAD ENDED. SO FOR VOLUME TWO, WE WILL GO IN THE DIRECTION OF SHORT STORIES, SHORT FILM SCRIPTS, FEATURE FILM SCRIPTS, AND GO FROM THERE. WE ARE JUST GOING TO HAVE AS MUCH FUN INVESTING HOURS INTO THIS FULL PROJECT AS WE POSSIBLY CAN. THE FULL 500-1000 PAGE PROJECT IS GOING TO BE MY MASTERPIECE. I LOOK FORWARD TO THIS. AS SOON AS I PUBLISHED THIS BOOK, BOOM, A NEW WORK ASSIGNMENT. MY DESTINY IS ON FIRE. I AM PURSUING DESTINY. THE DESTINY IS RESPONDING ACCORDINGLY BY MOVING ME AROUND TO WHERE I NEED TO BE TO WITNESS THE SYNCHRONICITY AND THE SEREDENPITY OF THE WHOLE AFFAIR. I AM ABOUT TO EAT FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY. TODAY WAS A WEIRD DAY. MY LIFE IS WEIRD THOUGH. THE NEXT SESSION WILL BE WHATEVER GENRE WE CHOOSE FIRST. I HAVE AN IDEA FOR ALL OF THEM SO I JUST HAVE TO FIGURE WHICH LENGTH TO START WITH THEN WHICH OPTION OF THE LENGTH CHOICES TO ULTIMATELY CHOOSE. I MAY SWIVEL BACK AND FORTH SO THERE'S NO PRESSURE FROM ANY DIRECTION. 

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10:40PM EST - 11:11PM EST
2.10.2020
MONDAY FEBRUARY 10TH, 2020
HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY SHAKEVIA KANAIJAH HARRIS
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SHORT STORY NUMBER ONE: TTLC: THE INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER: THE THREE LITTLE SNACKS
THE THREE LITTLE PIGS. WE HAVE ALL HEARD OF THIS STORY. MOST OF US. IN THE FINANCIAL WORLD OF ECONOMIC INVESTMENTS, HOW WOULD THE STORY BE TRANSLATED? THE THREE LITTLE PIGS, INSIDE OF THE FINANCIAL WORLD OF ECONOMIC INVESTMENTS. HOW DOES ONE TRANSLATE THIS? LET US LOOK AT THE THREE LITTLE PIGGIES AS THREE PEOPLE SETTING UP THEIR FOUNDATIONS FOR THEIR LIVES. YOU HAVE THREE CONTEMPORARIES. FOR THE STORY'S SAKE, THEY ARE NOT BROTHERS. MAYBE IN ANOTHER SHORT STORY. WE WANT TO HIT HOME HERE BEFORE WE HIT HOME THERE. THREE DIFFERENT 18 YEAR OLDS. THREE DIFFERENT HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES. THREE DIFFERENT COLLEGE AGED YOUNG ADULTS. THREE DIFFERENT COLLEGE STUDENTS. THESE ARE ALL DIFFERENT UNIVERSES WE MAY EXPLORE. THIS IS ONLY THE INTRODUCTION. THIS IS JUST A MERE WARNING. YOU ARE IN THE MIND RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE IN MY MIND RIGHT NOW. THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES. THIS STORY WILL ALLOW US TO DETAIL THE PITFALLS OF THE SUPER SOCIAL LIFE, IN THE SUPER SOCIAL SOCIETY. I AM GRATEFUL TO GOD I MADE IT TO THIS POINT IN THIS SERIES AND IN LIFE AS A WHOLE. I HAVE TOTAL FAITH IN GOD AND I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF THE BLESSINGS HE HAS SHOWN ME. I LOVE GOD SO MUCH. I LOVE MYSELF AS WELL. I JUST HAD TO GIVE GOD ALL OF THE GLORY.

THIS IS MY LAST CREATIVE SESSION. MY CREATIVE SESSIONS CONSIST OF AUDIO RECORDING THE WRITING AND PROOFREADING OF WRITING. I PLAN ON INTRODUCING FILM EDITING BACK INTO THE DAILY SCHEDULE. ONCE THE SONY VEGAS PRO EDITING SYSTEM IS ON THE LAPTOP AGAIN, I WILL BE ABLE TO EDIT ARCHIVE RAW FOOTAGE. I LOOK FORWARD TO EDITING THE FOOTAGE INTO ONE HOUR CHAD FILMS. I REALLY LOOK FORWARD TO THIS. ME LETTING YOU INSIDE OF MY CREATIVE SCHEDULE. I REALLY WANT TO KEEP MY LIFE AS LONG AS I CAN. THIS STATEMENT IS GROWTH FOR ME, FOR I REMEMBER YEARS WISHING AGAINST MY LIFE. SO FOR ME TO SAY I REALLY AM GRATEFUL TO BE HERE AND WANT TO STAY LONGER TO KEEP UP WITH DESTINY, IT'S GREAT TO OBSERVE ME FEELING THAT. SYRACUSE HAS A FILM FESTIVAL. I AIM TO SUBMIT A ONE HOUR CHAD FILM INTO THE FESTIVAL. 2020 SYRACUSE INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL. 10 YEARS AFTER THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL DEBUTS OF KEVITV AND SEEXZAVIERFILMS. THIS DRIVE FOR LIFE IS DRIVEN BY THE DESIRE TO LEAVE AN INHERITANCE FOR MY FAMILY, POSSIBLY CREATE A CHILD OF MY OWN, AND RELEASE ALL OF MY DIVERSIFIED CREATIVE PORTFOLIO. I SPENT MY TWENTIES CREATING MY DIVERSIFIED CREATIVE PORTFOLIO. NOW I SPEND THE THIRTIES DOING MORE. CREATING THE DIVERSIFIED ECONOMIC INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. RELEASING THE DIVERSIFIED CREATIVE PORTFOLIO. CREATING ANOTHER DIVERSIFIED CREATIVE PORTFOLIO. FULL OF STRATEGY ON CREATING DIVERSIFIED ECONOMIC INVESTMENT PORTFOLIOS. ISN'T THAT JUST LOVELY? 

IT'S JUST LOVELY. THE THREE LITTLE PIGGIES. THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES. WHEN I CALL MY MOM RIGHT AFTER I AM DONE WITH THIS PARAGRAPH, I AM GOING TO TELL HER ABOUT THIS STORY. I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS VOLUME. EVERY VOLUME OF THIS PROJECT EXCITES. I KNOW EACH ONE WILL TEACH ONE. I KNOW EACH ONE WILL REACH ONE. I KNOW EACH ONE WILL BE DIFFERENT IN GENRE. CAN YOU IMAGINE A FINANCIAL HORROR STORY? I COULD WRITE YOU A FINANCIAL STORY SO HORRIFYING, YOU WOULD RUN FOR SAFETY DIRECTLY INTO THE ARMS OF THE BOGEY MAN OF HADDONFIELD ILLINOIS. THIS IS WHY I DEDICATE MY LIFE TO BUILDING MY CRAFTS AND THE EMPIRES THEY CREATE. I CREATED A CREATIVE EMPIRE. THE GOAL OF THE TWENTIES. THE GOAL FOR THE THIRTIES? CREATE THE ECONOMIC EMPIRE OF INVESTMENTS TO FINANCE THE CREATIVE PORTFOLIO. I LOVE MY LIFE. I LOVE MY GOD. I LOVE MY MOM. I LOVE MY DAD. I LOVE MY THREE BROTHERS. DAVID, QUENTIN, JUSTIN. ATIYANNA, MALIAH, QUAN, QQ, KEVI, DANTE, SHYANNE. ALL OF DAVID'S KIDS. THIS IS THE INTRODUCTION, I AM GETTING THIS OUT OF THE WAY. I HAVE TO CALL MY MOM. I HAVE TO END THIS NIGHT AS THE NEXT DAY USHERS ITSELF IN. TOMORROW I GET REASSIGNED TO A NEW WORK SITE. NEW YEAR, NEW ASSIGNMENT. NEW WEEK. NEW TRADES. I LOVE YOU ALL TOO. HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO KEVI. THE LAST WRITING SESSION ON HER 19TH BIRTHDAY. I MAY COME BACK AND DO ONE MORE. I MAY NOT. I HAVE TO GET UP IN LESS THAN SEVEN HOURS SO I MAKE IT TO THE OFFICE ONE HOUR AFTER THEY OPEN. WHEN THE SUN RISES I WANT TO BE THERE WITH FOOD, CHILLING AND I WILL WRITE FROM THERE IF I CAN.
6:38PM EST - 7:08PM EST
2.11.2020
TUESDAY FEBRUARY 11TH, 2020
HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY TO EUSTACHE ROMULUS
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STOSH
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER ONE: THE DISTRACT

THERE'S A WOLF IN TOWN. THE WOLF IS BIG. THE WOLF IS BAD. THE WOLF IS HUNGRY. THE WOLF IS LOOKING. THE WOLF IS LOOKING FOR FOOD. THE WOLF IS LOOKING FOR YOU. ARE YOU WOLF FOOD? THE BIG BAD WOLF, IN REALITY, IS ECONOMIC SLAVERY AND THE DEBT COLLECTION AGE. IT'S A DEBT COLLECTION REVOLUTION GOING ON OUT HERE MAN. EVERYBODY OWES SOMEBODY MONEY. AND THAT'S THE BIG BAD WOLF. THE BIG BAD WOLF IS THE ECONOMIC SYSTEM IN WHICH WE ALL RESIDE. IN THIS ECONOMIC SYSTEM, ANYONE WHO BUILDS THEIR HOUSES OF STICK AND STRAW ARE DOOMED. ANYONE OUT THERE BUILDING HOUSES OF STRAW AND STICK ARE DOOMED. ECONOMICALLY SPEAKING. WHO IS THE BEST NARRATOR FOR THIS STORY? MAYBE UNCLE SAM. THE POLITICIAN. HOW YOU PLAY THE GAME DETERMINES HOW BIG YOU WIN. HOW YOU PLAY THE GAME DETERMINES IF YOU WIN AT ALL. THE WOLF HAS NO PITY. HAVE NO PITY ON THE WOLF. PLAY THE GAME TO WIN. LET US SAY, FOR THE SAKE OF THIS PROJECT, WE ARE LITTLE ECONOMIC PIGGIES. SOME PIGGIES WILL GET EATEN. SOME PIGGIES MAY MAKE IT TO THE MARKET PLACE. SOME PIGGIES WILL GET ATE AT THE MARKET PLACE. YOU MUST ECONOMICALLY SURVIVE. INCIDENTALLY, YOU MUST LEARN TO ECONOMICALLY SURVIVE WITHIN THE JUNGLE. THERE IS A CIRCUS WITHIN THE JUNGLE. IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE, STAY AWAY FROM THE WOLF. STAY AWAY FROM THE WOLF, UNTIL YOU HAVE HIS MONEY. IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE WOLF'S MONEY, HE WILL EAT YOU WHEN HE FINDS YOU. IT'S ACTUALLY HIS MONEY. HE MAKES THE MONEY. YOU ARE BORROWING THE MONEY FROM HIM. HE LOANED YOU EVERY DOLLAR. HIS COMMISSION IS CALLED TAXES. DURING TAX SEASON, THE WOLF CAME TO COLLECT. THE WOLF COLLECTS DEBT, OR CHITLINS. THE WOLF IS EVERYTHING ABOUT THE ECONOMIC SLAVERY SYSTEM. EVERY LITTLE PIGGIE IS AN ECONOMIC SLAVE. ONE DAY THE BIG BAD WOLF WILL COME TO TEST THE ECONOMIC FOUNDATION EVERY LITTLE PIGGIE HAS BUILT FOR THEMSELVES. YOU MUST BUILD AN ECONOMIC FOUNDATION FOR YOURSELF AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THE OTHER LITTLE PIGGIES AROUND ALL ARE POTENTIAL MEALS FOR THE BIG BAD WOLF. ONLY THE SMARTEST AND THE BRIGHTEST OF THE LITTLE PIGGIES WILL SEE OLD MAJOR'S AGE. DON'T WORRY ABOUT HAVING FRIENDS. YOU BETTER MAKE SURE YOU KNOW HOW TO PAY YOUR BILLS ON TIME. YOU HAD BETTER MAKE SURE, YOU KNOW HOW TO PAY YOUR BILLS IN ADVANCE. YOU BETTER MAKE SURE YOU KNOW HOW TO BUILD YOUR CREDIT. THOSE FRIENDS YOU'RE RUNNING AROUND WITH, THEY OWE THE WOLF THE SAME DEBT YOU DO. EVERYONE STARTS OFF EQUALLY IN DEBT. THE ECONOMIC DECISIONS YOU MAKE ON THE FARM WILL DETERMINE THE ECONOMIC HARM YOU BRING YOURSELF. WITH OR WITHOUT CHARM. THE DECISIONS OF THIS TIME PERIOD YOU LIVE IN WILL DECIDE YOUR FATE. THE DECISIONS OF YOUR CONTEMPORARIES WILL DECIDE THEIR FATE AS WELL. ALLOW EVERYONE TO DECIDE THEIR OWN FATE. MAYBE YOU DON'T WANT TO GET CAUGHT UP IN SOME ONE ELSE'S FATE. DON'T YOU WANT YOUR OWN FATE? FATE IS FATE. FATE IS FATE BUT EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN DESTINY TO PURSUE. WHY NOT JUST PURSUE YOUR OWN DESTINY? IF YOU DON'T, THEN THE CONVERSE STATEMENT IS YOU DID NOT PURUSE YOUR DESTINY. MAYBE YOU WON'T END UP ACQUIRING DESTINY. THEN THAT'S WHERE FATE COMES IN. FATE WILL COME IN REGARDLESS OF WHETHER OR NOT YOUR DESTINY WAS ACTIVATED. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE, THOSE WOULD BE TWO DIFFERENT FATES. WHICH FATE DO YOU WANT THEN? THE FATE OF VICTORY IN DESTINY OR THE FATE OF NEVER SEEING YOUR DESTINY. THE BIG BAD WOLF IS COMING FOR YOU ALL. HIGH SCHOOL DESTROYS THE LITTLE PIGGIES. IN KINDERGARTEN AND FIRST GRADE, IT IS GOOD TO BE SOCIAL. AT 18, WHEN ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE LOCKED UP IN PUBLIC SCHOOLING INSTITUTIONS FOR 13 CONSECUTIVE BIRTHDAYS, ARE OF LEGAL AGE, STAY AWAY FROM THEM. THEY ARE GOING TO DESTROY THEMSELVES. THEY MAY FALL VICTIM TO THE STRATEGIC ATTACKS AGAINST OUR GENERATION. THE GOAL OF THE PAST ELITE IS TO TAKE OUT OUR LEADERSHIP ABILITIES BEFORE WE EVER SEE LEADERSHIP AGE. OUR CAPACITY TO LEAD IS AT AN ALL TIME LOW. THIS COMES FROM BEING SOCIAL. I RESPECT YOU ALL AS PEOPLE. WITH THAT SAID, THE GAME IS TO DREAM BIG. ANY SMALL DREAMERS MUST STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME. I AM NOT SO NEEDY FOR ANOTHER'S COMPANY THAT I DON'T DISCERN WHO I SHARE COMPANY WITH. WE ALL CAN DO VERY BAD ALL ALONE AND BY OURSELVES. WE DO NOT NEED ANY HELP MAKING ILL INFORMED DECISIONS. IF AS A GROUP, WE ARE MAKING ILL INFORMED DECISIONS, WE ARE AN ILL INFORMED GROUP. THE BIG BAD WOLF WILL EAT YOU ALL. HE WILL TEAR THE ECONOMIC FLESH FROM YOUR LIFE SAVINGS. NOT TOO MANY PIGGIES EVEN HAVE LIFE SAVINGS. JUST NOW, IN YOUR QUEST TO BE COOL AND POPULAR, YOU MAY JUST END UP GIVING UP EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED. UNLESS YOU ONLY EVER WANTED COOL POPULARITY. WHEN YOU HIT THIRTY, THINK ABOUT WHAT IS COOL THEN. IT'LL BE LATE THEN BUT MAYBE YOU COULD THINK ABOUT WHAT THIRTY YEAR OLDS FIND COOL. WHAT DOES THE FORTY YEAR OLD FIND COOL? EVERYONE WON'T HAVE THE SAME PERCEPTION. THAT'S THE POINT. THAT'S WHY YOU STAY TO YOURSELF. OTHERWISE YOU FIND YOURSELF SURROUNDED BY THOSE WITH DIFFERENT PERCEPTIONS. NOW IT BOILS DOWN TO THREE DIFFERENT FACTORS. YOUR PERCEPTION, THEIR PERCEPTION, AND THE PERCEPTION CLOSEST TO ECONOMIC FREEDOM. THE PERCEPTION CLOSES TO ECONOMIC FREEDOM WINS. OTHER PEOPLE WILL PUT YOU IN DANGER, IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME WE WON'T MEET AGAIN. I DON'T KNOW WHERE ANYONE ELSE WILL END UP. I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING TO END UP. I ONLY KNOW WE WON'T END UP IN THE SAME PLACE. I WILL BE IN A CLASS OF MY OWN. IT WAS MY RIGHT TO DO SO. I AM HERE NOW HELPING YOU GET INTO A CLASS OF YOUR OWN. I WILL HAVE THE FATE OF THE GUY WHO NEVER GAVE UP HIS CHILDHOOD AMBITION AND DEDICATED HIS LIFE TO IT. THAT'S ALL I MEAN WHEN I SAY I WILL END UP IN A DIFFERENT CATEGORY THAN MOST. I NEVER COMPROMISED. IT'S HARD TO SUM UP MY ARTISTRY. I CAN WRITE. I COULD'VE WRITTEN ANYTHING THEN WITHIN LIMITATIONS. I CHOSE TO WRITE THIS. NOW THE POSSIBILITIES ARE LIMITLESS TO HOW FAR OTHERS CAN GO FROM THIS. I DON'T WANT THE BIG BAD WOLF TO GET YOU. GET OUT OF THE FOREST OF ECONOMIC DEBT COLLECTION. EVERYTHING IN THE FOREST IS SET UP TO KEEP YOU IN DEBT. IF YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY OTHERS IN DEBT, AND THEY ARE NOT FINANCIALLY LITERATE OR EVEN TRYING, YOU MAY FIND YOUR SELF AS A MARK, EXPLOITED OR ROBBED FOR CASH OR CREDIT. THINK ABOUT IT. THINK ABOUT, THINK ABOUT IT, THINK ABOUT IT. IF I CAN'T READ AND THERE IS A BOOK REPORT DUE. RIGHT? HE WHO HAS IT GET ROBBED BY THOSE THAT DON'T MAN IS WHAT I'M SAYING. WHEN YOU MEET SOMEONE, ASK YOURSELF HOW LIKELY IT IS THEY ARE AROUND TWO DECADES FROM THEN. OTHERWISE YOU'RE LETTING THEM WASTE YOUR TIME. MOST PEOPLE DO NOT GET WHAT THEY WANT FROM LIFE. THEY WERE TOO DISTRACTED. MOST PEOPLE ARE DISTRACTIONS. MOST PEOPLE ARE DISTRACTED. MOST PEOPLE ARE DISTRACTING. DISTRACTING AND DISTRACTED DISTRACTIONS. 

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9:27PM EST - 10:12PM EST
2.11.2020
TUESDAY FEBRUARY 11TH, 2020
STOSH'S 30TH BIRTHDAY
HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY STOSH
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER TWO: STRANGE FOR CHANGE YOU GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL AND THEN THEY DROP YOU OFF INTO THE FOREST. IN THE FOREST, YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN DAWG. IT'S A SAD SIGHT TO SEE, FINANCIAL ILLITERACY. YOU DON'T WANT TO BE, THE WALKING EPITOME, FINANCIAL ILLITERACY. MOST PEOPLE CAN READ. THE ONLY REASON MOST PEOPLE CAN READ, IS SHEEP NEED TO READ. SHEEP NEED TO READ, SO THEY KNOW WHAT INSTRUCTIONS TO FOLLOW. I'M YOUR FRIEND, I WANT YOU TO BE A LEADER. IT'S GOING TO BE HARD TO LEAD, IF YOUR WALLET IS BROKEN. IF YOUR EARNING POWER, IS AT AN ALL TIME LOW, RECONSIDER YOUR FOCUS, PLEASE. I'M BEGGING YOU, PLEASE! IN THIS FOREST, IT IS A SURVIVAL QUEST. IT IS A RACE OUT OF THE FOREST. THE FOREST OF ECONOMIC SERVITUDE. SERVING THE DOLLAR. WHEN SERVING THE DOLLAR, JUST KNOW, THE WOLF WILL EVENTUALLY EAT YOUR HEART OUT. THE DOLLAR MUST SERVE YOU. ONCE THE DOLLAR SERVES YOU, THE WOLF CAN BE PAID OFF. IF THE WOLF IS HUNGRY, HE NEEDS ONE OF TWO THINGS. MONEY FROM THOSE WHO OWE HIM, OR FLESH FROM THOSE SAME SHEEP. OR PIGGIES. WHICH EVER ONE YOU WANT TO BE, YOU CAN BE. YOU CAN BE WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE. WITH THAT SAID, I HAVE FAITH IN THE FUTURE AND YOU. FOR YOU ARE A PART OF THE FUTURE. I HAVE FAITH IN THE FUTURE YOU. SO GET THERE NOW. I AM HELPING YOU THE BEST I CAN. EVERYONE WILL NOT MAKE IT OUT OF THE FOREST. WHY IS IT SO LONELY AT THE TOP? IT IS LONELY AT THE TOP BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS TO BE LONELY. IF EVERYONE IS FINANCIALLY ILLITERATE, WHOEVER ISN'T WAS MIGHTY LONELY. SIMPLE MATH. EVERYONE DOESN'T MAKE A MILLION DOLLARS. EVERYONE DOESN'T CREATE A MILLION DOLLAR EARNING POWER. EVERYONE DOESN'T ATTEND COLLEGE UNIVERSITIES. I HAVEN'T YET. EVERYONE IS BORN EQUAL. EVERYONE DIES EQUAL. EVERYONE DOESN'T LIVE EQUALLY. IT'S THE LIFE ITSELF CONTAINING UNFAIRNESS. NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING THE BIRTHING OR DYING PROCESS, EVERYONE EVER ALIVE, WAS BORN AND THEN DIED, SOMEHOW. UNFAIRNESS BREEDS EMOTIONS. THESE EMOTIONS ARE CONTRAST. THE EMOTIONS CONTRAST HOW YOU WOULD LIKE TO FEEL. SO IN ESSENCE, SAID BY ESTER HICKS, THIS IS A POSITIVE SCENARIO. I WANT YOU TO GET EVERYTHING OUT OF THIS WORLD YOU POSSIBLY CAN. I WOULD LIKE THAT FOR MYSELF AND MY BIRTH FAMILY AS WELL. NOW I AM HELPING MYSELF GET THERE, BY USING MY GOD GIVEN GIFTS, TO HELP YOU ACHIEVE YOUR GREATNESS. IN THE FOREST OF ECONOMIC SLAVERY, EVERYONE WILL NOT MAKE IT OUT. YOU HAVE TO DECIDE, RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE? DON'T LET GO. JUST PICK ONE CHOICE CONSCIOUSLY THEN IT'LL BE EASIER TO RECONCILE WITHIN YOURSELF IN THE UPCOMING FUTURE. HOW GREAT DO YOU WANT YOUR FUTURE TO BE? IF YOUR FUTURE MEANS NOTHING TO YOU, BURN THIS BOOK. THROW IT IN THE AIRPLANE TOILET. RIP EVERY PAGE OUT AND EAT IT. LET YOUR DOG EAT IT. GIVE THIS BOOK TO YOUR DOG, AS A PLAYTOY. THEN TEACH YOUR DOG TO READ. THEN WHEN YOUR DOG READS IT, AT LEAST ONE OF YOU ALL WILL BE FINANCIALLY LITERATE. IF I SAID, "LISTEN, JACK FROST IS OUT THERE, PUT A THICK JACKET ON", THIS MEANS I CARE. SO WHEN I SAY UNCLE SAM IS THE BIG BAD WOLF AND HE WILL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN, I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS HAPPEN. THE BRITISH ARE COMING! THE BRITISH ARE COMING! REVERE YOUR OWN YOUTH, PAUL, YOU GET IT ONLY ONCE. LIVE YOUR YOUTH UP TO THE MAX. THIS MEANS, STILL HAVING YOUTH TO SHARE AT 40. THOSE WHOM SQUANDERED THEIR MOST ILLUSTRIOUS YEARS WITH HYPER SOCIALIZING, IT IS WHAT IT IS. I AM ASKING YOU, ANYONE YOUNGER, TO ASK YOURSELF, IF YOU WANT THAT FOR YOURSELF? YOU EVER WORK A JOB AND YOU REALIZE MANY OF THE OLDER WORKERS ARE BITTER PEOPLE? MAYBE THEY ARE JUST PEOPLE EXPERIENCING A BITTER REALITY. THEY WERE DISPLAYING THEIR GREATNESS AT ONE TIME, THEY HAD TO BE. EVEN IF IT WERE WHEN THEY WERE TEN YEARS OF AGE. THEY PROJECT THIS BITTERNESS FOR ONE FACT. THEY SQUANDERED THEIR YOUTH CHASING HOES. MAYBE IT WAS A LIFE OF CRIME THAT NEVER PAID OFF. IF YOU'RE GOING TO ROB A BANK, YOU BETTER BE THE GREATEST AND SAFEST BANK ROBBER WITH NO CITIZEN OR POLICE CASUALTIES EVER. OR YOU'RE A DEAD MAN. I'M STILL YOUR FRIEND, I'M JUST NOT HERE TO KISS ASS. I'M HERE TO GET YOU PAID. IN ORDER FOR US TO IN FACT GET PAID, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO GET OUT OF YOUR OWN WAY BUDDY. YOUR FEAR WILL HOLD YOU BACK FOREVER, IF YOU LET IT MY GOOD SIR. MY FEAR WOULD DEFINITELY DO THE SAME EXACT THING, TO ME, DO NOT EVER GET THIS FACT TWISTED. AMERICA WILL BE GREAT AGAIN, ONCE THE AVERAGE AMERICAN IS FINANCIALLY LITERATE. FINANCIAL LITERACY AMONGST THE COMMON FOLK, IS NOT WANTED BY THE ESTABLISHED, ESTABLISHMENT. THE ESTABLISHING AND ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT. WHY WOULD THEY TEACH US TO READ LETTERS? THEN ASK WHY WOULD THEY TEACH US TO READ NUMBERS? WHY WOULD THEY TEACH US TO READ WORDS AND NOT PERCENTAGES? STATISTICS? THEY DON'T TEACH US TO READ THE DOLLAR. WHEN I SAY STATS I MEAN ECONOMIC STATISTICS. WHEN I SAY PERCENTAGES, I'M TALKING FINANCIAL LEVERAGING USING FINANCIAL INSTRUMENTS AND FINANCIAL SECURITIES. ASSETS, DIGITAL ASSETS. READING THE DOLLAR. SOUNDS JUST FANTASTICAL DOESN'T IT? HOW DO YOU READ THE DOLLAR? BY DOUBLING YOUR EARNING POWER. BY LEARNING TO READ THE DOLLAR, YOU CAN DOUBLE YOUR EARNING POWER. IT IS NOT ABOUT SALARY, IT IS ABOUT EARNING POWER. IF A HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE OR EVEN A DROP OUT, OR THE COLLEGE DROP OUT IS MORE FINANCIALLY LITERATE THAN THE COLLEGE GRADUATE WITH EVERY DEGREE YOU CAN HAVE, GOOD LUCK TO THE GRADUATE. THEY PLAY THE GAME WELL, THE GAME OF HIGH PRICED TIME SLAVE. THERE ARE SLAVES WITH TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS IN EARNINGS YEARLY. IF YOU ARE GOING TO SLAVE YOURSELF, SLAVE YOURSELF IN YOUR MOST PASSIONATE FIELD. THE FOREST IS FULL OF DISTRACTIONS. NEVER DENY THAT. THE FOREST WILL NEVER DENY ITSELF AN OPPORTUNITY TO UTILIZE YOUR ECONOMIC FLESH AS THE MEAL OF THE NIGHT. ALL I AM SAYING IS "LEARN TO READ THE DOLLAR". THIS WILL GET AMERICA TO WHERE SHE WANTS TO BE IN DESTINY'S EYES. AMERICANS MUST BE FINANCIALLY LITERATE. IF NOT, WE MUST STAY ON COURSE INDIVIDUALLY. WE ARE SURROUNDED BY THE FINANCIALLY ILLITERATE. WE WERE ONCE OF THE SAME CALIBER. SOME THINGS CHANGE, SOME THINGS DON'T CHANGE. THEY STILL DO STRANGE FOR CHANGE. 

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11:08PM EST - 12:03AM EST
2.11.2020 - 2.12.2020
TUESDAY FEBRUARY 11TH, 2020 -
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 12TH, 2020
STOSH'S 30TH BIRTHDAY
HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY STOSH!!!
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER THREE: ON PREVIOUS STOPS THE WOLF WILL COME ONE DAY TO ALL, FOR DEBT COLLECTION. THE ULTIMATE DEBT COLLECTION. THE WOLF WILL WANT IT'S MONEY WITH INTEREST. IT IS IN YOUR BEST INTEREST, TO HAND OVER THE WOLF'S FUNDS. TO THE WOLF, YOU MUST SURRENDER YOUR FUNDS YOU OWE TO THE WOLF. OR YOU CAN JUST SURRENDER YOUR BUNS. THE WOLF IS GOING TO GET PAID. EVEN IF YOU'RE BANKRUPT AT THE END OF THE DAY. ALWAYS REMEMBER, ONCE UPON A TIME, YOU HAD YOUTH. YOU SQUANDERED IT. WHAT THE F'S YOUR PROBLEM? THAT'S WHY SOME OF THE OLDER WORKERS AT OUR JOBS ARE SO BITTER. THEY SQUANDERED THEIR YOUTH. IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. YOU WEREN'T THERE. THEY WERE THERE. THEY WERE IN CHARGE OF ACTIVELY PURSUING THEIR OWN DESTINY MAN. THIS HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. THEY WERE BITTER BEFORE YOU MET THEM. THIS IS WHY THEY WERE BITTER WHEN YOU MET THEM. GET THIS THRU YOUR HEAD. IF YOU WERE A FISH, WOULD YOU WANT TO BE ANYWHERE NEAR, WHAT IS COMMONLY REFERRED TO AS, THE HOOK? I DIDN'T THINK SO. WE'VE ALL SEEN THE SPONGE BOY EPISODE. I PUT "SPONGE BOY" ON PURPOSE. C.I. DEFLECTED. IT IS A CIRCUS AND A JUNGLE OUT THERE MAN. THE CIRCUS IS WITHIN THE JUNGLE. MEANING, THERE ARE NOTHING BUT TRAPS SET ALL THRU OUT THE JUNGLE. TRAPS. MEANT TO CONTAIN YOU. MEANT TO ENSLAVE YOU. TRAPS TO HOLD YOU DOWN. UNTIL THE HUNTER RETURNS TO KIDNAP THE CATCH. FINANCIAL FALSE IMPRISONMENT, IS WHEN YOU KEEP YOUR MONEY IN A BANK. ECONOMIC KIDNAPPING IS WHEN YOU ARE INVESTING YOUR FUNDS. SO LOOK HERE, INVEST YOUR FUNDS. KIDNAP YOUR CHECK. 

THE RANSOM IS THE RETURN ON INVESTMENT. THE DOUBLE IS THE RANSOM. FANDOM. CULT CLASSIC. DO YOU WANT OUT OF THE FOREST OF ECONOMIC SERVITUDE NOT? IF SO, FOLLOW JARFAR. HARDY HARD HAR. YOU HAVE TO DECIDE ON WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU WILL LEAD. THE LIFE OF PERSONAL ACCOMPLISH OR THE LIFE OF HYPER SOCIALITY. IF THERE IS A WOLF PURSUING EVERYONE AROUND YOU, MAYBE THEN THE WOLF IS ALSO PURSUING YOU AS WELL.

IF THE WOLF IS IN FACT PURSUING YOU AS WELL, GET OUT OF THE FOREST. THE CIRCUS WITHIN THE JUNGLE, IS MEANT TO KEEP THOSE IN THE JUNGLE. THE CIRCUS WITHIN THE JUNGLE, IS MEANT TO KEEP ENTERTAINED, THOSE INSIDE OF THE JUNGLE. IN ORDER TO MAKE IT OUT OF THE JUNGLE, ONE MUST STAY FROM OUT OF THE CIRCUS WITHIN THE JUNGLE. A CIRCUS IS SAFE. A JUNGLE IS NOT. A CIRCUS WITHIN A JUNGLE, COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE SAFE. STAY OUT OF IT PEOPLE. THIS IS COMING FROM THE WOLF HIMSELF. WHAT IF THE WOLF WERE THE NARRATOR? WHAT IF I WERE THE WOLF RIGHT NOW? WHAT IF THE WOLF LIKED FAIR GAME? WHAT IF THE WOLF WANTED TO PLAY FAIR? WOULD THE WOLF WARN YOU OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU AT THE PAWS OF THE WOLF? WOULD THE WOLF GIVE YOU A FAIR WARNING, HE IS OUT TO GET YOU? IF YOU DO NOT CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU, I'M DISGUSTED. WE WILL DISCUSS ARCHITECTURE SOON. STRAWS, STICKS, AND BRICKS. REMEMBER, ANYONE YOU EVER MEET, YOU CAN'T PROVE THEY WILL BE AROUND ONE OR TWO DECADES LATER. LET ALONE THREE TO FOUR DECADES. SO JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR THIRD AND FOURTH DECADES TO MAKE FRIENDS. MAKE FRIENDS WHEN YOU'RE OLD AND SHRIVELED. MAKE MONEY FOR WHEN YOU'RE OLD AND SHRIVELED, WITH YOUR YOUTH. EVERY OTHER HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE, IS FACING THE SAME ECONOMIC OBSTACLES YOU ARE. SO LEAVE THEM ALONE. LET THEM FIGURE IT OUT ON THEIR OWN OR GET DISTRACTED. IF YOU CAN MANAGE TO ATTRACT ANOTHER PERSON TO HELP FOCUS ON IT, THEN YES, NAPOLEON HILL'S MASTERMIND PRINCIPLE. UNTIL THE MASTERMIND IN YOUR LATER YEARS, STAY DILIGENTLY GLUED TO SELF RELIANCE, CHIEF DEFINITE AIM AND IMAGINATION. NOT TO MENTION PERSISTENCE. I LOVE THAT BOOK. MAYBE THE WOLF REALLY DOESN'T EVEN WANT TO EAT YOU. MAYBE YOU JUST GOT EATEN OFF OF DEFAULT. LIKE A LOAN? EXACTLY. A LOAN. WOULDN'T WANT TO DEFAULT ON A PAYMENT AGREEMENT WITH NIAGRA MOHAWK NOW WOULD YA? AKA NATIONAL GRID. ALL OF YOUR CONTEMPORARIES ARE DECISION MAKERS FOR THEIR OWN LIFE. IF THEY ALWAYS HAVE TIME TO HANG OUT, THAT'S A BAD SIGN. THEY SHOULD BE BUSY THE MAJORITY OF THEIR TIME. THEIR SPARE TIME WOULD BE BEST APPLIED TOWARDS THEIR DESIRED PURSUIT. THEREFORE, WHATEVER SOMEONE IS DOING WITH THEIR TIME, THEY CHOOSE TO. WHATEVER SOMEONE DOES WITH THEIR MONEY, IS WHAT THEY CHOOSE TO. THE SAME APPLIES TO ANYTHING INCLUDING ENERGY AND FOCUS, INTENTION. EVEN FOOD. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU. DO NOT GET EATEN OFF OF DEFAULT. EVERYONE FACES A POTENTIAL FINANCIAL CRISIS, WAY BEFORE THEIR MIDLIFE CRISIS. WAY BEFORE YOUR FORTIES, YOU COULD EXPERIENCE FINANCIAL TRAGEDY. THE NAOV NANO VIBRONIX COMPANY RESIDES IN THE NANO TECHNOLOGY INDUSTRY VALLEY. SEAMY VALLEY BABY. IF YOU DON'T ACCELERATE YOUR FOCUS, AFTER DIRECTING YOUR FOCUS ON YOUR HEART'S DESIRES, WHO THE EFF WILL? THEN IT MAY NEVER GET DONE. TRUST ME, YOU DON'T WANT TO BE THAT GUY. DUDE. GET IT MAN? I'M HERE FOR YOU. I AM ONLY HERE FOR A LIMITED TIME. THIS HOWEVER WILL LAST FOREVER. IT IS YOUR ECONOMICAL FOUNDATION YOU BUILD, ALLOWING YOU TO REALIZE THE DREAMS YOU HAVE, MONEY CAN ACTUALLY ATTAIN FOR YOU. YOU ARE WORTH EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED. YOU ARE WORTH IT. YOU ARE WORTH EVERY DREAM YOU HAVE. YOU CAN BEGIN TO TOUCH EACH DREAM YOU HAVE. YOU HAVE TO BE SINCERELY HONEST ABOUT THE ENTIRE AFFAIR HOWEVER. IF GOD AND THE UNIVERSE, THE COSMOS, SEE TO IT YOUR DREAMS ACTUALLY HAPPEN, WHAT WOULD YOU IMAGINE WERE THE PRE REQ? THE PRELIMINARY STEPS ONE MUST TAKE IN ORDER TO ATTAIN THEIR ULTIMATE DESIRE, IN SOME CASES, IS THE UTTER DISSOLUTION OF THE SUPER SOCIAL LIFE. 

HOW CAN ONE EVER WRITE A BOOK, IF THEY ARE ALWAYS SURROUNDED BY OTHER PEOPLE WHO CRAVE THEIR ATTENTION? FOR WHATEVER REASON. THERE ARE MANY REASONS OTHER PEOPLE WOULD WANT TO BE AROUND YOU. ZEY CALL IT, ULTERIOR MOTIVES. IN THE PERFECT WORLD, EVERYONE YOU EVER LET IN YOUR LIFE, WILL BE THE GREATEST FRIEND EVER TO YOU. HOPEFULLY YOU REALIZE, MAYBE THEN WE ARE NOT ACTUALLY IN A PERFECT WORLD AFTER ALL. EH? EVERYONE FACES THE WOLF. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WHEN HE IS AT YOUR DOOR, HUFFING AND PUFFING? FOR THE RECORD. SILVER BULLETS MAKE THIS BIG BAD WEREWOLF STRONGER AND HUNGRIER. FOR ANYONE WHO SAID THEY WOULD GRAB A GUN WHEN THE WOLF COMES. THE WOLF HAS GOONS. WATCHING FROM THE HILLSIDE THE WOLF'S GOONS ARE. IN CONJUNCTION WITH HOWLING AND FEASTIN ON PREVIOUS STOPS.

I'd like to design an underwater box but can't understand how to choose the correct o-ring size for an IPx8 design. Is it just a case of me picking whatever sized o-ring I want and then calculating the goove size around that? Or is it that I design the goove size and then pick the o-ring.
I'd like my design to be something like this
( https://gopro.com/en/au/shop/mounts-accessories/protective-housing-plus-waterproof-case/ADDIV-001.html )
where i can open a door on a latch but want to make sure I get the fundiments of the o-ring correct.
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Im just lost on how to start selecting the correct oring for my idea

Not even trying to be a hater, but how do these small, niche places keep their doors open? We have around 10 bookstores close by, and of course some are more popular but what about Revolution Books where the selection is super niche? The other day I passed by a rubber stamp store on university and a typewriter store. Genuinely curious. I know East Wind books is actually closing, but it's been around for ages.

good lord there seems to be something wrong with this particular dungeon, everytime I go in I get all the way to just past the door and get desynced from the server and have to close the game and log back in.
doesn't seem to happen in normal open world play.

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.”
​
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.
​
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.
​
On the other side of the Rosewater Tunnel, the light blinded me.
The sun of late June promised me that I was finally safe.
​
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.
​
I’ve since left it all behind. The town, the people, the past.
And whatever future I have left, I will cherish.

Okay I don't know if im just retarded or what but I have looked everywhere (appearntly not) to try and find a way around or how to open the doors but I just cant. I need help.

i'm in a game where there are 2 separate units in a storage facility with one ghoul trapped inside each. i know you can bust down the door with any weapon, but i don't want to risk the shut in zombies catching my character whiffing a swing halfway through breaking into their garages.
how long will i have to wait for them to break their way out?

How to delivery to a third-floor apartment complex. Found a parking spot which was difficult let the person know that I arrived took the elevator up to the third-floor, and as the elevator door opens, the man was waiting for me in his underwear. I was happy he was there, so I didn’t have to navigate the big building and I didn’t care that he was in his underwear. Made my life a lot easier. He got a thumbs up for the underwear and for meeting me ha.

I have a 2016 C300 and I am looking for the garage opener function. I looked under my rear view mirror and there’s no buttons. Does this meaning I don’t have this option?

I have a 34x80 door with a 6 9/16" jamb that needs to be replaced. The issue is that it has an old transom above it. The existing jamb is beyond gone and is so old that it was used as the jack stud for the opening.
Questions

1: Am i going to have to replace the header to replace the jack stud and frame? Or is there some way around this?

2: what is the best way to close the transom opening on the outside of the house?

I would like to use a prehung door for this but am open to any suggestion.

Title: "The Arrival of Jack Welker"
Fade in:
INT. S' CUZ CAFE - DAY
Jimmy and Kim are sitting in a booth, discussing their latest case.
Kim: "So, we have to prove that Mr. Smith did not commit fraud. I think we can do it."
Jimmy: "We'll need to find some evidence. Maybe we should talk to some of his colleagues?"
Suddenly, the front door of the cafe swings open, and a tall, imposing man walks in. It's Jack Welker, the ruthless drug lord from Breaking Bad.
Jimmy's eyes widen in surprise.
Jimmy: "What the hell?"
Kim: "Who is that?"
Jimmy: "That's Jack Welker. He's bad news."
Jack walks over to their booth, takes a seat, and places a briefcase on the table.
Jack: "Hello, Jimmy. Long time no see."
Jimmy: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jack: "Oh, come on. We did business together back in the day. Remember that little pharmaceutical scam we ran?"
Jimmy: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jack: "Cut the crap. I need your help. My nephew, Todd, is in trouble. He's been arrested on some bogus charges. I want you to represent him."
Jimmy: "I don't represent drug dealers."
Jack: "Come on, Jimmy. You owe me one."
Jimmy: "I don't owe you anything."
Jack opens the briefcase, revealing stacks of cash.
Jack: "I think you'll find this payment more than fair."
Jimmy hesitates for a moment, then looks over at Kim.
Kim: "Jimmy, we can't take this case. It goes against everything we stand for."
Jimmy: "I know. But what choice do we have? If we don't take it, Jack will just find someone else."
Kim nods in agreement, and they reluctantly agree to take the case.
Later, in the courthouse:
Jimmy and Kim are in a meeting with Todd and his lawyer.
Jimmy: "So, what's the deal? What are they charging you with?"
Todd: "They're saying I killed some guy. But I didn't do it. It's all a misunderstanding."
Jimmy: "Okay, we'll get to the bottom of this. But first, we need to know everything. Who's the victim? What's the evidence?"
Todd's lawyer: "We don't have all the details yet. The prosecution is still building their case."
Just then, Jack walks in.
Jack: "I've got some news. The victim was a rival drug dealer. He was a nobody, but apparently, he had some friends in high places. The prosecution is going after Todd hard. They're not messing around."
Jimmy: "Okay, thanks for the heads up. We'll be in touch."
As Jack leaves, Jimmy turns to Kim.
Jimmy: "We have to be careful. Jack is not someone to mess with."
Kim: "I know. But we have to do our job. We can't let Todd go down for something he didn't do."
Jimmy: "I know. But this case is going to get messy. I can feel it."
Fade to

Sailesh sat listlessly watching the rain drops just lazily slapping the window pane he was next to. He'd just arrived from a flight not long ago. Not only could he still feel the strain the long flight had on his knees, he was yearning to perhaps, stretch them out. But an Asar in Kathmandu doesn't relent. The downpour was vicious, often making it difficult to have any fun time. Forget hiking, he'd be lucky to even get past the hotel without getting soaking wet. As he took another long swig of his cigarette, he contemplated the life choice that led him to the place he was currently. Surely, it'd mark a closure, perhaps seal the old wound. He'd relish this.
As his breath clashed with the pane, and fog slightly formed, he was interrupted by the host,"So brother, what will you be having today?". He impatiently waved him off, angry that the waiter had interrupted his train of thoughts. The waiter, rather meekly said,"So will you have anything else, sir? This is your 6th peg, Mother was wondering if you'd like anything else". Sailesh softly chuckled before replying "I'm waiting". As the waiter gave him a knowing nod, and gently faded away, he took another swig of the whiskey he was drinking. Cheap shit will always be cheap, in this shithole, he thought to himself. Still, anything to get that familiar burn down your throat, with the slight buzzy sensation in your temple. For the money he was tossing at it, he couldn't possibly complain. It would be that he dearly missed his scotch - his favorite poison. He rapped at the table impatiently, she hasn't changed a bit, had she? Always taking her sweet time. As he could make out the silhouette of a woman with a child through the foggy glass, he grew excited: "She came, she finally did!". Not only that realization made him jerk back from him day dreaming, he proceeded to straighten up, and pull his hair back. After taking a few moments to compose himself, he hailed the waiter silently to take away the glass and empty his ash tray. As the entrance door slowly opened, he could make out his once love of his life, slowly approaching him with a kid, his, presumably. Aakanshya was a woman of sophistication, and absolute grace. The moment she walked towards you, you'd feel a gentle breeze on your forehead, whilst the back of your throat dried out, and you just wanted to steal a gaze from her, as long as time allowed. Her full lips often made you aware that even despite not smiling, she had a soft, gentle curve that made her face anything but hard. Suffice to say, Sailesh felt a cocktail of emotions within him growling, as he looked at a woman he once loved over anything else.
As she sat down with the kid, Sailesh gently motioned towards her. After a brief eye contact, he felt as if they were pulled down, away from it. Perhaps he still had feelings for her. Perhaps he was here to find out why things happened, the way they did. Still, he could feel the pangs of that same constricting pain in his heart, as if someone, or something, held it. It took an effort breathing in. And thus, he started, "So Aaku...". Aaku gently smiled back, that same smile he now knew he yearned for more than 5 years. As she waved, the kid chimed in, "Is he the uncle you were talking about, mummy?". Aakanshya slowly nodded, then proceeded to speak, "Yes, Sailesh uncle here is my best childhood friend. We practically grew up together, just like you and Saakshi". "Eww, Momma grew up with a boy? That's so funny hahaha". "No Arya, uncle here was very good at tying my ribbons! Firstly, say hi to uncle, will you, dear?" Arya suddenly shouted, "Namastey Sailesh uncle!" in a manner that could only be described as being contagious. It was impossible not to have your heart melt right there and there, this some five odd years old brat, speaking in the cutest manner possible. Sailesh extended his hand "I'm Sailesh, how old are you?". Arya looked puzzled at the hand offered to her, promptly looking towards her mother for clues on what to do. As Aakanshya motioned Arya to shake his hand, Arya followed suit. Sailesh hasn't shook a hand that was more tender, warm in a while. As he dismissed her hand, he directed his gaze towards Aakanshya. "How long has it been, again?" he said, words slightly slurred. Perhaps the whiskey finally hit. As Aakanshya drew a long breath, Sailesh leaned back, reaching for his zippo. That's when he noticed her hard gazed, the same stone cold, disappointed pair of the most beautiful doe eyes one could imagine, staring through him. As he followed her gaze to Arya, it hit him that perhaps lighting a cigarette in front of a child, wasn't the best of decisions. Arya chortled,"Look momma, uncle smokes too, just like Daddy!". As Aakanshya frowned,"Momma are you about to shout at uncle?", with the most innocent of eyes. Sailesh bit his lips in a mixture of embarrassment, and restlessless. Yeah, fucking A man, fucking A, light a cig right in front of the kid.
"So how have you been?" Sailesh said, huffing after his own silliness. Aakanshya answered,"I'm doing great, Sailu, how are you doing?". "Doing fine. Company offered me a vacation plan, I rejected, caught the very first plane from Cali straight here so I could perhaps go visit old friends. But with this weather...", Sailesh chuckled. Aaku sighed, "Well, that's a nice change I suppose. You always were the overworker". As Sailesh motioned the waiter yet again, he asked Arya, bored, "So what will you have, Arya?" Arya took the menu, and immediately pointed at what she wanted : An icecream. Well, she was certainly her mother's child, this girl. Once the orders were placed, Sailesh spoke "So what are you doing these days?" Aakanshya slowly turned her head towards Arya, and said "Well, mostly taking care of Arya. Housework was much more difficult than I imagined", she smiled softly. "How long are you staying?" Sailesh sighed,"Hard to tell. I can return anytime, but I was looking to meet old faces here. Suffice to say that's nigh impossible at this weather. So I'm probably going to get holed up in a hotel till I get back home". "And how are your parents, how's Aunty doing?" "You know they're dead, Aaku. Why must you ask?" Aakashya's eyes widened,"When?". Sailesh bitterly replied,"It's been what, 2-3 years?" "I'm sorry, Sailesh, I didn't know that". Sailesh's lips curved ironically, as he smiled and retorted,"Well, it's none of your business anyway, so there". Before those words were barely out, he regretted saying it. "But I do care. And I'm sorry." Sailesh could see hints of tear well up in her eyes. "Sorry I wasn't there for Aunty and Uncle". Sailesh whipped back, "Well they'd not count on it, after all, you abandoned me". Aakanshya look at Sailesh, with a look of surprise, speechless. Arya, startled, looked at Aakanshya, "Mommy, are you crying? Are you about to have a fight with uncle, just like daddy?" Sailesh asked, opportunistically, "Do mommy and daddy get in fights often?" "Yes, daddy shouts at mommy, and mommy shuts the door and cries. It's really sad, you know -" Aakanshya interrupted Arya's monologue, and quietly motioned her to hush. So Sailesh went into brooding, before letting out his next question, "You're happy with him, aren't you?" He could feel Aakanshya visibly disturbed, silent. Perhaps blaming her from the get go wasn't the best of ideas. At the same moment, the orders were served, and that was the end of that. As mere small talked, veiled in pain were exchanged on both sides, Sailendra couldn't help but walk down back the memory lane.
It was that night, that had been their last. They had sneaked out of their friend's wedding together, got to his apartment, then started making love. Intimacy with her was a special time, he'd only been vulnerable with so many women. As they rolled over the bed, he had gotten up to look at the moon-lit fields across the window. He had sat down in the arm chair, contemplating the difficulties ahead in life. He was but merely deep in thought, when she had rolled over, glistening in sweat beads, whilst gently being caressed by the moonlight. That's when she'd said, "Sailu, we should get married, na?" He had but merely scoffed, looking at her saying, "Babe, I'm hitting the states next week, I won't be back for at least 4 years, you seriously think I'd be able to take care of myself, let alone you?!" Whilst running his fingers on her playfully, he'd find her smiling slightly, then turning over, pulling the blankets. And that was the exchange they had, before she abruptly called Sailesh a week after he landed on states, stating she was getting married soon. And him, in a foreign land, feeling utterly dejected, and betrayed. Why did she choose this banker, over him? What possibly could that bald jerk give her, that he couldn't?
As Sailesh was wading through the free fall of his thoughts, reality struck when Arya tugged at his jacket. "Uncle, will you come home? I'll show you my doll". Sailesh, frowning, shook his head. Suppose it was time to part ways. The visit had been extempore, after all. He had called her on messenger right as he landed, perhaps to make peace with himself. Though how exactly this meeting ended up making him any less disturbed than he already was: He wouldn't know. All he knew was the ship had sailed, and he was left out in the rain. As the bills were paid, and they stood in front of the restaurant under umbrellas, Sailesh said "Well, guess this is it then. Take care, alright?" As Aakanshya turned after nodding, he could have sworn he saw her back shake.
As he stood there, questioning himself, all the while lighting his cigarette, he couldn't help but kick himself for being an ass. Perhaps he went too hard on her. After all, she did come, didn't she? And yet, he was right there, in the same spot she left her, 6 years back. As the gentle pitter patters of droplets onto the puddle singed but meekly, he looked at the mother-daughter slowly walking away from her. He was but just there, looking at her, then her daughter, a spitting image of her, going away, engrossed in conversation. As he scratched his nape, he couldn't help but spot a familiar birthmark on little Arya. Something he had grown accustomed to, often bemoaned about for being unsightly. Then it dawned him, that perhaps, this would be the last time he'd see her, as he couldn't possibly face himself after today's charades.
Not after what just happened, not after what he said to her.

I never thought any harm could happen to me. Not because I feel superior to others, but in my town, Brookwood, nothing bad ever happened. You rarely heard of accidents, and homicides or robbery were unheard of. But now, I’ve received PTSD and therapy from an incident in my very own hometown.
Four years ago, I was 23. I played baseball every Saturday, and my life was good. I had bought a dog about eight months prior, a Doberman, her name being Athena. I lived in a house that my late grandparents had left to me. As a child, I never liked staying with my grandparents for even one night, as wildlife seemed to be very active at night.
Eventually I grew out of my fear, assuming that nocturnal animals approached the lake a few hundred meters from our house. Suddenly, one night the noise stopped. Not even a cricket could be heard. Out of nowhere, my eardrums shattered. Hundreds of animal noises could be heard all at once.
I went to investigate the noise after it stopped, but there was nothing. No animals, no sounds. I couldn’t see any rustling in the grass, or any animals chirping in trees. Athena was all that remained, trying to comfort my uneasiness.
Athena has separation anxiety, and appears depressed on any cameras after I leave for work. One day, I beckoned her inside from the backyard. She ran in, and ran upstairs. I paid no attention and left for work.
I checked my home cameras to see how Athena was holding up, but I noticed her laying down next to the door in my room. Eventually, the door closed, locking her in my room. I sighed and reminded myself to open my room door when I arrived home. However, when I came back from my uneventful day at work, I was greeted by my dog.
I was confused. Very confused. I greeted Athena with a skeptical tone in my voice. She seemed to notice this. I checked my phone to see if she was still in my room. She was. Athena seemed to notice this.
I baby-talked her and went upstairs to see if possibly the camera was delayed, and Athena somehow managed to open the door herself. She did not. I opened my door, and Athena greeted me.
I walked to my bedside and grabbed a baseball bat from my equipment bad. I looked downstairs. Athena was not there. I stayed as quiet as possible, discarding my shoes to make less noise. Upon hearing a scuttling, I looked towards the noise. The dog was climbing up a wall. I rushed into my room, and locked the door.
I rushed to my phone to call the police. Upon dialing 9-1-1, I heard a bashing against my door. I heard more, and started hearing splintering. The dog was breaking down my door.
I dialed the number and talked to the operator. I was told to stay calm, and that they would call animal control. My door kept splintering. Eventually, I could see through the door. This thing was no dog. It wasn’t human, it wasn’t animal, it was just a thing.
The thing had long limbs, and a deformed face. It had huge chunks of flesh missing where its ears used to be, and a completely removed nose. It looked pale, as if there was no longer any blood in it. All of its fur was shedding off instantaneously, as if it was shedding on command. No baseball bat could take the thing down.
I rushed to my bedside drawer. 3 months ago, I got a license to carry firearms. I bought myself a Mark XIX Desert Eagle to use in shooting ranges, just for fun. I thought this would save my life. I was wrong.
The thing broke through the door, and stared me down for a few second. It started moving towards me, and I fired. I had used one magazine. It was still standing. Two magazines. It still stood. Three magazines. It stayed strong.
The thing leaped at me, and I realized my inevitable death. Until my dog came in. My dog jumped at the creature, tearing into its flesh. The creature was dead in a matter of seconds.
Animal control arrived, finding me stunned on the ground, my dog comforting me, and an alien corpse in the middle of the room. They took the corpse back, informing me that they would get back to me with what the thing was.
When they reached out to me, they informed me that it had no signs of life. It had no cells, nor DNA. It was as if it had turned into a hyper-realistic, flexible statue. I didn’t care for the information though. What I did care for was seeking therapy.
I ended up with PTSD from the event, and a large dependence on my dog. Even four years after the event, I still have nightmares about it sometimes. Sometimes I hear the hissing sounds the creature made right behind me. However, whenever these happen, I always have my dog to rely on.

Hi, can anyone please give me advice on my four year old chi?
Two days ago she was bugging me to be let out, I opened the door and it was a little rainy out. She took one look and wouldn't go out. I thought maybe I misinterpreted what she wanted and thought maybe she was hungry or wanted to play instead. About a half hour later I walk into the kitchen and she has peed on the floor.
Since then she has twice pooped on the floor too. After the first time I was kind of worried she would now think that was her potty place but was unsure how to proceed.
She used to always go on pee pads, and I'll be honest, she pretty much toilet trained herself to go outside. For the last two years she bugs me, then hangs around the door and I take her out to toilet.
It seemed to be the weather she balked at. But why now all of a sudden? It has certainly rained previous to this and she has still gone outside.
This morning I wake up and she has pooped on the kitchen floor again. It's still there as I wanted advice first. How do I let her know this isn't ok? How do I get her back into the habit of letting me know to let her out?
She's 4 years old, desexed, has a lot of food and environmental sensitivities and can get quite yeasty. That seems to have become a little worse in recent days. I thought maybe I'd stuffed up and put something in her food that didn't agree with her because she has been extra itchy and I've had to give her medicted baths. Not sure if thats relevant or not. Any help appreciated.