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2023.05.28 07:22 Beautiful_Gift_7513 should i buy this pc?

recently saw one. (not irl but from a trusted seller)
he was sellling a bunch of parts. heres what i want: MSI rx 580 8gb , intel i5 3570 , gigabyte h61m third gen this totals up to 45k.
i can get 8gb ram for 4-5k and storage idk.
this totals up to 55k nearly. this seems like a good pc and so am thinking of buying it.
teh other option is: rx 580 4gb DATALAND(2048sp) , intel i5 3570 , gigabyte h61m third gen this totals up to 32.5k and tehn the ram and storage make this to nearly 45k.
the main difference is the gpu. teh 8gb msi RX 580 costs 35k while the DATALAND RX 580 4GB (i think its 2048sp which means its like a rx 570) costs 22.5k
there is another option which is a RX 560 4GB DATALAND which costs 14.5k
in which gpu am i getting teh best price to performance ratio? i feel like the rx 580 4gb is the best since it is 12.5k cheaper. it also has decent performance.
also for my cpu choice alot of people say to go for a xeon proccessor as they are cheaper. for thsi specific shop. their was a intel i5 3570 and intel h61 motherboard for 10k together so tahts what i chose. i want to upgrade in the future but not near. would the second pc be enough for some okayish gaming? if you feel like these prices are too expensive then do tell me as it will help with negotiating.
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2023.05.28 06:42 Tubby94 Dead flower in quest talent in bloom

Hi all, I just started playing Dark Arisen due to the DD2 reveal trailer recently.
I wilted my beloved flower and discarded it, now I can't complete the associated quest.
Can someone please send me one? I play on xbox

EDIT: My GT is Tubby94
My pawn's name is Morgana
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2023.05.28 06:34 bimbo_wannabe_ [I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here

[I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here
Previous Part:
These last few parts have taken a lot longer for me to write than I thought. A lot of shit has gone down in the last two months, and a lot of it, frankly, is kind of a blur. But I figure, if you've stuck with me this long, then you deserve to know how it all ended up so I'm going to try my best to remember every detail of what happened.
Me? I've spent every free hour I've had, just lying in bed. I've got a lot of healed wounds that still hurt me pretty damned badly.
Blood loss from multiple gunshot wounds and then drowning in the East River, dying and then being brought back while still human, incidentally, takes a lot out of a guy.
But… I'm getting way ahead of myself.
Where were we, again?
Oh yeah, that's right. The funeral without caskets, inside of a Ukrainian restaurant just off the boardwalk in Brighton Beach. That's where I left off at.
Antoni's corpse and I had spoken together for a while longer, about Beccs and their baby, actually, sitting there in the floor in front of the three empty bathroom stalls. The next moment, as usual, he was… just gone.
It took a while to slow the bleeding, and it took even longer to try and clean myself up with just hand soap and paper towels and the water from the sink. Nobody came into the bathroom again, and as I left, I saw why. There was a sign on the door that read 'Out of Order' with something printed below it in Cyrillic that I imagined probably said the same thing as the English.
My new winter coat had been left on the floor in front of the door and the Emergency Exit at the end of the hall had its alarm disabled and had been left propped open with a brick.
I took that as a clear message that they didn't want me rejoining the party, so I exited into the alley and sat on a milk crate chain-smoking until 2 PM when the funeral ended.
The weather app on my phone said it was 10 degrees outside, but oddly enough the cold air felt soothing on my bruised face. My eyes were nearly swollen shut, and every now and again I had to pull some of the toilet paper out that I'd stuffed in my pocket to wipe another trickle of blood from my nose when I sniffed a little too hard and moved the clots loose.
At 1:57, I started to hear people exiting the restaurant, so I moved onto the sidewalk to wait for Becca. The people leaving the funeral only glanced at me for a second and then looked away with a bored expression, like I wasn't even there. Finally, only Becca and Toni's immediate family were still inside.
Tatiana gave Becca a hug, Igor, a gentle handshake, and Antoni Sr. bent down, cupped his hands around Becca's face and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. I could see that his right hand was bandaged and he was holding it straighter than his left. Good. I hoped the fucker had broken it when he'd punched me in the jaw.
As Becca exited, I could tell she was angry even before she stomped over to me and shoved me three times in quick succession. Like Jimmy, Becca was a lot stronger than she looked, but now I knew why. I couldn't do much but ball up and take the hits.
"Where the fuck did you go? You just took off and left me there by myself. 'He wouldn't have left without saying goodbye if he had a choice.' You knew, you cocksucker, you knew, you knew he was dead!"
"Yeah, I knew! Antoni was in the news. But we gotta get the fuck out of here, Beccs, you're making a scene, another one, and I gotta get outta this neighborhood before something worse happens to me."
The high color of anger in her cheeks dropped away immediately into a pallid white. She'd been so pissed she'd never once registered the state of my face.
"Jesus Christ, Tony, what the fuck happened to you?"
"Your little Polish sausage's Daddy Dearest just beat the fuck out of me in the men's bathroom, that's what the fuck happened."
"Why would he do that?" Becca asked, but I didn't answer. She looked back to Skovorodka, following my gaze. Antoni Sr. was still standing there, just inside the front door, watching me with narrowed eyes, his hands folded neatly behind his back like a soldier at ease. It reminded me a lot of how Antoni used to stand while we were waiting for the train together.
"Fuck," she muttered, then "Shit," and grabbed me by the arm. "Come on."
"Why would he do that?" She asked me again as we climbed the stairs to the train platform.
"Antoni was Mob, Becca, Bratva. His whole goddamned family is. Him and his brothers and his father and his fucking Russian uncle, and I'd say your Mama Tatiana probably isn't in the dark about what her brother and her hubby and his sons do to make a living, either. I don't know why the Zabrowskas were on the Avenue, but suffice to say it was probably for nefarious reasons, and Jimmy found out about it and took care of business.
"Only I don't think he realized exactly who he was taking out at the time he did it, or else he never would have put the body in the River for somebody to find. And then the other three showed up to avenge their brother, only two of 'em never made it past Bianchi any farther than Antoni did."
"The fuck are you trying to say?" Her tone says she already understands just fine and doesn't want to.
"I'm saying your dear sweet Mamma killed your boyfriend, Becca. She removed all the identifying marks from his body, ate what she wanted, then pulled all his teeth out and chewed off his hands and his feet. They dumped the body in the East River and they found him about 5 days ago, floating off of Battery Park."
"Oh God. That's why. I asked Tatiana where Antoni was going to be buried and she told me in the public cemetery on Hart Island. They're not claiming the body because they don't wanna go to the cops. For the last week I been cussing him for everything he was worth, and he's been laying in the fucking morgue." She pressed her hand to her mouth, and I saw her bloodshot eyes filling with tears again.
"Please don't cry, Becca, cause I'm gonna start crying again and I've cried enough for today."
She sniffed back her tears and swallowed hard.
"But I don't understand, Tony, what the fuck does that have to do with you?"
"They knew, Beccs, they knew how the Zabrowskas died, who killed them, and they knew I helped Moretti get rid of the bodies afterwards. That's why Antoni's father went after me. The uh… the fucking Pakhan thought Jimmy sent me there to rub it in their faces that they weren't going to be able to bury any of their boys."
"How the fuck would they know that?" She barked at me.
"Somebody's feeding them information and not some asshole on the street, somebody from inside the Camorra."
"Who would do that?"
I saw her eyes darting about wildly as she tried to think of the answer to her own question.
"I don't know, uh, the driver that brought Moretti, he didn't look like he was too fond of Bianchi, maybe he's a fucking option."
"Frankie? I mean, him and Ma have never gotten along. He's never liked her and the feeling's mutual but… that doesn't make any sense, Frankie's always been loyal to the Camorra. Rossi always said he practically muttered the Omerta in his fucking sleep, that he was a soldato down to the bones."
"I have no idea, Becca, but it gets worse," I said quietly. If it didn't hurt so goddamned bad, I would've squeezed my eyes shut.
"How the fuck could it possibly get worse, Tony?"
"First you gotta promise you're not gonna hit me again."
Her hand balled into a fist, and I couldn't help but flinch.
"I'm gonna knock you the fuck out right now if you don't stop wasting my time, Cipriani."
"I sold her out, Becca. Bianchi. I told them where she lives and how to find her tonight."
"You what!?"
"I had to! He was gonna cut my fucking fingers off, and I don't know if he was going to take all four or just three but I wasn't about to fucking find out. I kind of need those fingers seeing as I'm a fucking southpaw!"
I held my left hand out to her, curled my fingers inward, but the third finger just… stayed straight. "Ah, fuck, I didn't even notice that."
"Jesus Christ, the tendon's been cut," she whispered, and when she pressed her hand to her mouth again she looked less like she was swallowing back tears and more like she was trying to swallow back vomit. I couldn't really blame her. I felt pretty nauseous myself.
"You know, I'm, I'm not worried about Ma," she said, finally. "It wouldn't be the first time somebody's tried to take her out. She's harder to kill than they think."
"Would, uh, would cutting her head off work? Cause if so I think they're already pretty aware of how to get the job done. They… they know Bianchi's not human, Becca."
Her face got paler, if that was even possible, and her eyes were the size of saucers.
"This is a goddamn nuclear disaster. Jesus fuck."
We stood the last few minutes waiting for the train in silence. As the doors slid shut and we sat down, Becca began laughing wildly.
"So you're in hysterics for real, huh?" I asked.
"You're gonna have to forgive me, I'm a little slow on the uptake today, but I just got it, Polish sausage… only, he wasn't little, you know, he was hung like a fucking horse, and it's a goddamn tragedy for women everywhere that the man isn't on this earth anymore. And he knew how to use it, too. Best sex I ever had in my life… only sex I ever had in my life, but that's not the fucking point." A short, barking sob tore out of her.
I groaned. "You know, that is way, way more information than I ever wanted to know about you and Antoni's sex life. You couldn't, uh, you couldn't let that one pass by, huh?"
"I never pass up the opportunity to make a good dick joke. And he had Good Dick."
I laughed and regretted it as it tightened muscles in my stomach that were still a little angry about being used as Antoni Sr's personal punching bag.
"Touché, Miss Rebecca, touché."
"The two-faced bastard, I gotta give the motherfucker that much, you know, it's a uniquely personal way to say Fuck You to the Underboss, getting his teenaged daughter pregnant. I am so, so goddamned tired of being a pawn in other people's games. He's lucky he's already dead or I'd kill the bitch myself," she whispered.
"It wasn't a game, Becca, what happened between you and Antoni," I whispered back. I knew because Antoni's corpse had told me as much. "Don't ask me how I know, cause I don't wanna talk about it, but it wasn't a game. You didn't know about him and he didn't know about you and it was a big, fucked up coincidence. You loved him, and he really, truly loved you... he worshiped the ground you walked on." Actually, he had said he worshiped the boots she walked in, but I figured it was a translation issue. "It was a regular old Romeo and Juliet: Brooklyn Edition."
She squeezed her eyes shut, snorted and at the same time choked on another sob.
"Yeah, but Romeo and Juliet ended in a double suicide, not a murder and a single mother." Her tiny hand went to her mouth again, and she wasn't able to hold back the tears this time. "I miss him, Tony, I miss him so fucking much."
"You know, Beccs, I miss him, too." I miss him when he was alive, not looking like a walking nightmare, and talking my goddamned ear off half the time, but I wasn't about to tell her that. "He was the first friend I made down here."
"It's fucking stupid. I still remember every single thing he said to me those first few times I met him."
"Odd as it is, I do too, Beccs. He was that kind of guy, I guess, he didn't have to work hard to make an impression on people. It was, uh, three days after I moved in, I think. I was in the basement, getting ready to do my laundry that morning, fighting with the stuck knob on that machine down at the end? And he walks in with his clothes basket balanced on his hip and reaches past me and just… turned the fucking thing, like it wasn't even stuck to begin with. 'It has an attitude, but it likes me,' he says, and I say, 'I can see that.'
"And he, he told me his name. 'Zabrowska,' he says, 'Antoni.' And I laughed and said, 'Nice to meet you, Toni, I'm Tony.' 'Really?' he says, and I say 'Yeah. Really. Antonio Alessio Gioele Cipriani, the third, if you please.'"
"Goddamn, that name is painfully Italian. No wonder you tell everybody 'Just call me Tony,'" Becca snorted.
"Thank you, Miss Rebecca, I can assure you I didn't pick it myself. But, 'Ah,' Toni says and kind of taps his hand in the center of his chest, 'Junior.' And I laughed again and said 'Our parents were goddamned creative when it came to the baby naming, right?' And he laughed, too, and shook my hand.
"And uh, a few days after that he showed up outside of my apartment and asked me if I wanted to go watch a game with him and his brothers at the sports bar down the street. It was Poland vs Korea. I still don't know shit about soccer, I've always been more of an American football kind of guy, but I did learn quite a few Polish swear words that day. Apparently they'd all bet money on the home team winning that game."
"I bet you did. Poland kept catching red cards that whole game. I bet on Korea, of course, and altogether I won 8 grand from four extremely pissed off Polish dudes when we stomped their ass all over the pitch. I had no idea how seriously the four of them took soccer. Antoni wouldn't even talk to me for three days. Probably didn't help I made an ass of myself laughing at all of them. Course, I woulda bet more if I'd known they were good for it. Dry cleaners, my ass," Becca spat.
"Well, in Antoni's defense, he probably did work at a dry cleaners like he told us, just like you work at a bodega, and Jimmy and me work at a restaurant, and Pops works at a hardware store. We all got day jobs. You know, I hate to bust your balls, Becca, but did it… never occur to you to ask Antoni if the tattoos meant something?"
"No," she said weakly. "I mean, I knew they were prison tats but Jesus Christ, half the people I know have been to prison. You've been to prison, half of my cousins have been to prison, hell, Pops has been to prison. You weren't here then, but all of 2016 to 2020 I was wearing a 'Free Rossi' t-shirt everyday, a lot of people in this neighborhood did. Ma got him off on the Murder 1 charges but numbers are numbers, and she couldn't get him out of the Tax Evasion. But I figured, if Antoni didn't wanna talk about it, then it was none of my business what had happened before we met each other."
She'd minded her own business a little too hard this time.
"What did you and Antoni talk about, Becca?"
"Everything! And anything, and nothing, all at the same time. He'd complain about living with his brothers, about Misiu always leaving hair all over the bathroom, and how Ciech always left sugar all over the kitchen counter after he made his coffee. And I'd complain about having to pick up all the empty bottles of makgeolli after my Dad in the morning. I'd help him wash all the dishes his dirty ass brothers would leave piled in the sink, and fold everybody's clothes.
"We got along well, me and Antoni, we were actually very compatible, we were both neat freaks when it came to our housekeeping. We even folded our towels the same way. And he'd bitch about how Igor could never balance the register correctly at the end of the day, and I'd bitch about how my Dad never checked our invoices correctly, and I was always having to cuss out the distribution reps for shorting us on our deliveries myself.
"And we'd watch TV together. He always made fun of me for the lame ass old Chuck Lorre sitcoms I loved to watch, and I'd make fun of him for all the stupid cop dramas he watched, every Law and Order known to man, and Blue Bloods and shit. We just… talked to each other, like we were two regular people, just living our lives. It was simple and it was easy, and it was enough, it was goddamned enough for me. Our relationship was the one normal thing I had going in my fucked up life."
She cracked at the end, sobbing brokenly. She turned her head to the side, pressed her face into my bicep as she wrapped both arms around mine. Tears filled my eyes, as well, and now I was wiping snot out of my nose as well as blood. I felt goddamned sorry for the kid, and I felt like she had a right to cry, but I had to distract her, for my own sake.
"So tell me, when was the first time you talked to Antoni? Was that the same day he asked you out?"
"No, there was some time between the two. He'd been there about a week, I guess, after they moved in. They got there back in like April. I'd fucked with him the first day, you know, asked him where the hell the accent came from, and he said Poland, and I told him welcome to America cause I felt like being a dick. And he said that he'd already been in country five years and I laughed at him and told him, goddamn, I couldn't tell cause he still sounded like he was fresh off the boat. And he got this look on his face, like he was trying to decide if he needed to be offended or not, so I told him I was just fucking with him, that he was doing better than my Mom, God rest her, cause it was seven years after she got here from Seoul before she even learned a word of English and my Dad was the one that had to teach her."
"Makes sense. I moved in in June, Toni mentioned he'd only been in the building about two months hisself."
She nodded, I could feel the movement in the sleeve of my coat where her cheek was pressed to my arm.
"Him and his brothers started coming in every day after that and you know, I kind of had my eye on him from the first time I talked to him. He was goddamn gorgeous, quite literally the walking definition of 'tall, dark, and handsome.' He had those incredibly blue eyes, and that fucking accent, man, shit put me in knots everytime he came in. I learned them all pretty quick, and Antoni was easy. He got the same thing everyday, box of Newport 100s and a pack of Russian Cream Backwoods with a large slushy. You know I gotta keep the cups behind the counter because motherfuckers'll fill it up and walk out when I get busy. I saw him when he came in, and went over to the ATM, so I had his shit sitting on the counter waiting for him."
Becca had a talent for memorizing all of the regular's orders, it wasn't unusual to see a long line of cigarettes, blunts, medicine, sometimes even crack pipes and Chore Boys, and anything else she kept behind the counter, set up neatly next to the register. She also had a talent for running both registers at the same time when the line got overly long and she was there alone. Sometimes I had no idea how she kept up with it all, but that was just Becca.
"And this drunk asshole came in, right after, he didn't even belong in the neighborhood, he stayed in Bed-Stuy, but he was with his cousin, and his cousin I knew and he was shooting me apologetic looks so I was already on guard. I was in a bad goddamn mood that day, anyway. And the drunk bitch, he walked over to the bathroom and tried to open it."
"Key's behind the counter," I said, and she nodded.
"And the key costs five dollars cause people make a fucking mess in the bathroom and I ain't cleaning that shit everyday for free. Well, drunk fuck got pissed and started talking a bunch of shit and threw his five dollars down on the counter, and you know, I can't stand that. You don't throw money at me, I ain't a goddamned stripper, you can put that shit in my hand or you can get the fuck out my store. And, I said 'Naw, son, for you it's gonna cost ten, five dollar Drunk Dick surcharge for being an asshole and cutting my line.' And the motherfucker… he called me a fucking stupid little bitch, and he told me people like me needed to be sent back to my own country."
I made a sound of disapproval, already seeing where this was headed.
"I hate that stupid shit. Where the fuck am I getting sent back to? The fucking hospital in Manhattan where I was born? Everybody in the store just kind of stopped and stood there, and dude's cousin? He just shook his head at me and walked right out the store and left him there."
"He wasn't gonna get involved, huh?" I asked.
"Fuck no. He wasn't stupid. I… uh, I was seeing red by that point so I balled up his money and I threw it across the store and told him to get the fuck out. I don't even remember half the shit I said to him, but I was yelling and he was yelling back and all of a sudden Antoni was… just there. I never even noticed him walking up. He was a big motherfucker, but goddamn he was quick and quiet when he wanted to be."
Becca laced her fingers through the fingers of my right hand and I gave them a squeeze as she readjusted her head against my shoulder. I turned mine to press a kiss to her hair. She was short enough that I didn't have to worry about bumping my nose. As I turned back, I noticed that there was a puddle of water on the seat across from us, and a pit formed in my stomach immediately. My face felt cold as the blood drained from it. The puddle of water made me more than just a little nervous to see it.
I had new enemies stacking up quick, and the last thing I needed was a pissed off, jealous ghost because his grieving fiancée was getting a little handsy with me. But… Antoni never showed himself, so I could only assume he approved of my offering her comfort in her time of need. Either that or he was waiting till I was alone to express his displeasure.
"'Is there a problem here?' was all he asked and the drunk bitch turned around and he got even more pissed. He goes 'Man, fuck you, white boy. Mind your own goddamned business.' And Antoni kind of got in his face, and goes, 'I have made it my business. She told you to leave. Either remove yourself or I will remove you.'
"And the liquor must've given him a bigger set of balls than he actually had, cause he took a swing at him. And Antoni, he just kind of… leaned back a little to avoid the swing and then leaned back in and… he knocked that bitch out cold with one punch. And then he picked him up, literally picked him up, and threw his ass out on the sidewalk, and kind of dusted his hands off afterwards."
"Well, if he's anything like his father then he could throw a hell of a right cross."
Becca laughed weakly.
"Yeah, his Dad boxes, they all did, you know, from when they were young. Antoni told me he got in his Dad's face once when he was about 16, and Old Papa Zabrowska coldcocked him in the kitchen, and when he woke up on the couch, his Dad dragged him out back in the alley and beat him bloody. Told him if his little grown ass thought he was a man, then he was grown enough to get his ass stomped like a man."
That made me feel a little better, to be honest. At least I wasn't the only one I knew who had caught an ass kicking from Antoni Sr.
"I bet he didn't talk shit to his Pops again after that, huh?"
"I asked him that exact question, he said 'Oh no, no, never again. I learned my lesson.' Toni and his brothers, though, were always getting in fights, even when I knew them. He told me it was hard on their Mama, back in Kraków, having four hormonal, teenaged boys with just shy of a year between each of them, you know cause… us fucking Roman Catholics ain't too fond of any method of contraception."
"I didn't know you was Catholic, too, B."
"Of course. Rossi is a devout Catholic, and that's how he raised me, and Nia, she's an Angel, you know, a Fallen One, that's what they call themselves, but she's even got real wings. A little more leathery and less feathery, but… same thing. She goes to Mass daily, turns out demons are actually very religious. Both of my parents were atheists, and that's how they raised me, but after some of the shit I've seen, you know, it ain't too unbelievable that there's a Big Guy upstairs."
She sniffed again, wiped at her nose and I offered her a bit of toilet paper from my pocket.
"That's how it all got started, the War in Heaven. God created Adam, the first living human body, and he told all the spirits in Heaven to kneel to him. And at least half of them weren't too fond of that idea, and the Morning Star stepped up as representative and said they wouldn't kneel to anyone but God. And they, uh, they lost the War, and He banished them all to Earth, to wander without bodies of their own while the other side got to come to Earth one at a time, to live their lives.
"But… then there was the first murder, Abel. Cain beat him to death with a rock, and the blood on the ground, the first human blood ever shed in violence, it called to God, but He wasn't the only one it called to. The blood, it gave him a way inside of a body. Lucifer. He was the First One. He's still here, you know, I've met him. He has a particular fondness for Nia, he calls her Young One, cause according to him 1607 wasn't all that long ago."
"I guess it isn't when you're that old."
"But, back to what I was saying about Toni, all of them were packed into one place together like fucking sardines, the four boys sharing one bedroom in a two bedroom apartment, and all having vastly different personalities. Tatiana is little, like me, and I don't imagine she could do much to break them up when they got to fighting about everything from who ate all the leftovers to who got the top bunks on the beds."
"Probably not," I answered.
"I mean, I could practically smell the testosterone in their fucking apartment whenever I walked in, and it was probably even worse back then. And apparently, that had been their Dad's method of keeping them from tearing up his wife's house all the time. Whenever a problem inevitably developed, he'd just take them down to the gym and throw them in the ring without any gloves and tell them to fucking handle it, and whoever was still standing at the end was the one that won the argument.
"Uh, but, uh, when Toni hit the guy, all, all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open like a fucking fish. I mean, I was in love, right that fucking second, standing there. The hormones were running on overdrive, my head was practically spinning with how fast all the blood rushed south, you know? Everybody was still standing there and Antoni tried to get back in line and I said, 'Uh-uh. Take your shit and go on.' And he goes," Beccs began laughing again, laughed so hard there were tears in her eyes once more.
"He goes, 'Am I in trouble?'''
I had to wrap my left arm tight around my stomach because I couldn't stop myself from laughing either. The makeshift bandage on my left hand that I'd wound out of paper towel had soaked through, I was going to have to change it soon.
"He didn't say that, Becca."
"Yes the fuck, he did. And I went, 'No, you dumbass, it's on the house, and in case I gotta translate, that means it's free. Small price to pay for a security detail.' And he just kind of blinked at me for a second, before he nodded his head and grabbed his things off the counter, went and filled his slushy up."
"You probably scared the piss out of him for that second, he probably thought he'd been found out. That's what they call it, what he was, Obshchak, Security Group."
"He stopped before he left, and told me thank you. And I said 'No, dziękuję', thank you. And then I winked at him and said 'Miłej nocy, piękna.'" She straightened up as the train began to slow for our stop.
"And what did that mean?"
"Have a good night, gorgeous." She said with a watery grin.
"Smooth, B, real smooth. Nothing quite like hitting on a man in his native language. "
"I mean, you know us, Tony, we got Southern Hospitality down here. As long as you're not an asshole, I do everything I can to make sure everyone feels welcome when they come inside. That's why there's a sign on the door that says 'DMZ.' They might have beef on the streets but don't nobody take that shit inside my store. And that means asking the Mexicans down the street if they need a bolsa, and making sure I ordered Farid's miswaks so he didn't have to walk all the way down to the Pakistani store, and sometimes it means learning a little bit of Polish so I could flirt with the new guy downstairs the next time he came in."
We exited the train, made the switch, and stood on the platform waiting for the next to take us back to Avenue U. As I glanced to the side, I could see a puddle forming on the platform next to me, drip by drip. It was already freezing around the edges. As it turned out, I wasn't the only nosy fuck around here.
"And apparently the flirting was well received by our dearly departed half-Russian friend."
"Apparently, cause about a week later I was having a busy fucking Friday night and my Dad had already gone home, and I was trying to shut her down but motherfuckers kept coming inside right up until 11. I made DeAndre from downstairs stand at the door and tell people we were closed and that he was the last customer for the night and after I rung him up I told him to flip the sign on the door and I'd lock it when I finished my cigarette count… only, I forgot to ever lock it, and DeDe's traitorous ass, he fucking set me up. He knew I had a thing for Antoni, and when he saw him coming down off the platform and rushing down the sidewalk, he let him in and told him he was the last customer for the night and to flip the sign on the door."
She closed her eyes for a moment.
"It took me… exactly 16 minutes to notice he was there. I know, cause after I was done pissing myself when I figured out I wasn't alone, the Polish smart-ass showed me his watch. He'd set a timer when he realized I wasn't paying any attention to him, and then just stood there, waiting to see how long it would take. I had my earphones in, and it took four songs," she held up her hand and ticked them off with her fingers. "'Savage Like', 'Money, Sex, Drugs', 'Proud' and 'Only.'
"I turned around and screamed like a little bitch when I saw him. And then I got pissed, cause I was embarrassed, I'd been singing along to all the songs cause I thought I was alone in the store. I started screaming at him. 'What the fuck, you can't read? The sign says Closed.' And he goes 'No, it didn't. It still said Open. I turned it myself.' I hadn't counted down my register yet, so I just went ahead and grabbed his shit and rung him up, cussing DeDe the whole time and I asked him how long he'd been standing there, and he showed me his watch. And he says, 'You shouldn't wear those, it's dangerous,' talking about my headphones, and I said, 'What are you, my fucking father?' And he got kind of a funny look on his face."
I released a weak snicker, holding my stomach tight again. I couldn't resist fucking with them both a little bit.
"He kinda had a point, Becca. Although, I can tell you he was probably less concerned about being your father and more concerned about becoming your Daddy."
"Oh, so now you got the dirty jokes," Becca said flatly.
"What can I say, B, you're a bad influence on me."
"Eh," she said after a moment, "You wouldn't be the first. You know, months later he told me that he'd stood there that long because he didn't think he'd have the nerve to ask what he wanted to ask the next time if he left, which, you know, what the fuck? What am I, scary?"
I couldn't help but laugh again.
"Yes, Becca, you are, you're fucking terrifying half the time. You might be a short fuck but dynamite comes in small packages, you know? He was probably afraid you'd tell him to suck your dick and ban him from the store for a month like every other poor motherfucker I've seen ask you out, and he probably didn't want to go through your particular brand of ridicule in front of an audience, on top of that, with all the other customers laughing him out of the store."
"It ain't my fault I'm this size," she said after a moment, shooting me a perturbed look.
"No shit, Sherlock. It's genetics."
"It ain't even that. It's the blood. I mean, my parents were both tall, you know, for Koreans, anyway, my Mom was 5'6. I probably would've been too if I'd had the chance, but, you know, the blood it… stops things. Why do you think Jimmy looks the way he does? I mean, Pops believes in 'aging gracefully,' as he says, but old Giacomino is a vain fuck, and he's got more of a taste for 'the Stuff' than Rocco ever had. He turned 65 this year, he's only two years younger than Pops, he was already 34 years old when he met Nia for the first time. He tells people he's got a good plastic surgeon, when they ask. And the same thing happened to me. My body wanted to stay 8 years old, forever.
"Rossi had to get hormones, fucking estrogen and progesterone and HGH, off the black market to force my body to start puberty and to fucking grow. It's not like we could go to a doctor and explain why I needed the prescription. I mean, these tits aren't even mine. Ma bought 'em for my sixteenth birthday so I wouldn't feel so goddamned self-conscious. Nia's not exactly flat-chested, as you know, neither was my Mom, and it kind of gave me a fucking complex when I was growing up."
"I mean, is she? I haven't really noticed," I replied, evasively.
"Yes, you have, you lying fuck. There isn't a straight or bisexual man, or a lesbian or bisexual woman for that matter, that comes within fifty feet of Appolonia Bianchi that doesn't notice all of her unnatural charms. It made for some interesting 'family' trips during the summer when we'd leave the city, lemme tell you. I asked Pops once, you know, if he ever got jealous when she'd show up with some random dick she'd run across, cause I used to think it was pretty shitty of her.
"I said she could've at least kept things on the downlow and not throw it in Rocco's face every few days. But he told me no, he loved her, he understood her nature very well and he'd accepted what she was years before I was even born, and that she loved him too, and more importantly, respected him. She always introduced the men to him because that was what he'd asked of her. That it was the one aspect of control he had in the situation, giving his 'permission' for her little liaisons. That it made him feel better to let them know they might be getting a piece, but she'd be ending every night lying in his bed, regardless of what they did."
I nodded. "I guess I can kind of see his point."
"But, the blood, that's how I ended up pregnant. I mean, I'm not a dumbass, I know how babies are made, but I wasn't worried about using condoms with Antoni, neither of us wanted to. I told him if he gave me anything I'd cut his dick off, and he knew I was serious, too, and he considered it a proportional response. I didn't even think I could get pregnant.
"I stopped the birth control when I was 16 because it was making me gain weight and my cheer coach bitched me out in front of fucking everybody, and Rossi's guy said I needed to keep taking it to keep my hormone levels even. So I told Antoni I didnt want to get into my medical history, but suffice to say I was probably fucking sterile anyway, so he didn't have to worry about it, and he told me he wasn't worried about it at all. But apparently my fucking parts work better than I thought."
"Or maybe he had some damned determined swimmers, who knows."
"I don't know why I was even concerned about not using condoms anyway. Technically we were all excommunicated as of 2014. Pope said the mafiosi lifestyle isn't compatible with the Catholic one. You know, I wonder how Antoni would feel about all this, I wonder if he'd be pissed, think I lied to him about not being able to get pregnant."
"You're just gonna have to take my word for it, B, but he's not angry in the least, he's pretty fucking proud of hisself." I'd say his chest was stuck out but he didn't have much of a chest left these days, so I just kept that part to myself. "Pretty sure he said he wasn't worried about it because he was hoping you were wrong about being sterile."
Beccs gave me a strange look but the train arrived at just that moment. The people exiting did quite a bit of staring, unlike the people leaving the funeral, but I just tucked my arm around Becca and shouldered my way past them and found us a seat. The drops of water followed us into the train.
"What's with the present tense, Tony? Is that some kind of cliche 'he's lookin' down on you' bullshit?"
I snorted and wiped the bubble of blood from my nose, staring at the puddle of water that was starting to form in the seat next to us. I could feel the cold emanating from Antoni all along my left side. Oddly enough, it was easing the intense ache in my nearly severed ring finger.
"He ain't looking down on us, B, I can tell you that much."
"So it's a Hell joke?"
"No, not really. But then again, I'm pretty sure we're all in Hell right this second, Miss Rebecca, so yes, yes it is."
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2023.05.28 06:30 No_Frame1604 racial discrimination at my h‑e‑b location part 1

I am a black woman at a predominately white/hispanic heb location, and i’ve had numerous occasions where i’ve felt like i’ve been discriminated against. However tonight i had an interaction that really made my blood boil and I am not sure what to do. I came into the store around 10:30 ish; keep in mind my location closes at 11 so there were not many shoppers present. I was craving lobster mac and cheese so I went to the seafood section and looked for a good amount of time. I was not able to find it, so i just settled on some lobster bisque. Keep in mind, any time i shop i’m kind of in my own world, and am not really paying attention to every intrinsic detail of what i’m doing. At one point while i was scanning the seafood for the lobster basket i had put my red basket down and was examining my hair in the mirror, and i was also on the phone. I am providing details of everything because I am not sure what caused this incident to happen, but maybe someone else can understand. After i grabbed the lobster bisque, I turned around and I saw my MIC in the corner coming from the beginning of the meat department. I saw him as I was walking sort of in that direction, but I subtly turned directions because I was not in the mood to socialize, and I was in the middle of a phone call anyways. (When i shop i do not want to talk to coworkers anyways btw). I ended up going around the next aisle, because I was also trying to get some gel, and when i shop i always try to avoid walking near the front end as much as possible because again i don’t want to socialize. Literally two aisles down I see one of my ASM’s at the end of the aisle, and he was speaking into his walkie. I am naturally an observant person, so i kept note of this even though I was on the phone. by the time I got to the cosmetic aisle, the same asm was also down that aisle too. I had kept running into him multiple times, and yet I was distracted partially on the phone I kept noting it mentally. I finally got the hair product I needed and proceeded to go to self checkout. After i finish scanning and paying for two items, I see the MIC look at me as he is walking right by towards self checkout towards floral which is right behind the self checkout. As i’m leaving, I see the ASM and the MIC both in floral talking. I hadn’t even seen the ASM in the back of floral because it was dark, so I know 100 percent I was being followed because that’s how they act when suspicious customers are present. I am so angry because I would never steal from anywhere, and have never done anything to even raise this kind of suspicion. Also what kind of idiot would I be to steal from my own job? I literally just had a late night craving and I didn’t want to talk to the managers that I had just spoken to earlier today so I avoided talking because i should be able to shop in peace. Is there anyone I can talk about this? I am angry, and this isn’t right.
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2023.05.28 06:16 SmartarseWaffle Scammed by pawn shop

Stupid me. Make fun of me I deserve it lol.
Anyway I’m spanking brand new to milsurp. Love ww1-ww2 era bolt actions. Saw a kar98 at a pawn shop and was immediately drawn to it. Did minimal research at the store and impulse bought it. Got home and remembered the kar98s are supposed to have blued bolts not polished steel. Then I saw the MMC. Got cucked and spent 1400 on a fucking Mitchell. Needless to say I’ll never buy without thorough research in the future. For now I am still a dunce.
Any advice on what I can do with it? Go back to the pawn shop? Resell? Just eat it? It’s still a beautiful rifle and I intend to shoot my milsurps rather than collect them for display. Just chaps my ass after reading what they’re really only worth.
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2023.05.28 05:30 B048 My mom would rather miss my wedding than get vaccinated or wear a mask

I posted this in a narcissistic parent group and someone tagged this group and honestly I just need to scream this whole issue somewhere bc I feel like I’m losing my mind
I (26f) went home to visit my parents this week to go wedding dress shopping. I was originally going to elope and turn the event into a wedding/honeymoon but my mom and my sister practically begged me to have a real wedding. Hey if the parents are paying for it I won’t say no. (And I would love to have my sister there) We found the perfect mother of the bride dress for my mom while we were shopping. I was really excited. Today (now yesterday) I found my dress. I was crying I was so happy!
Then while my dad was paying for the dress (they are fulfilling my grandma’s promise to buy my wedding dress since she passed of cancer and they got the inheritance) my mom was trying once again to convince me to have the wedding where they live. I’m across the country and am planning on having it near where I live. My mom is a pro at the guilt trip and mentioned if we do it where I live my grandparents and aunts and cousins (all her side since everyone on my dads side is dead now) won’t be able to come. Well after a week of this I basically told her (gently) that I really want my friends to be there, and for their safety I wouldn’t feel comfortable inviting my extended family in the first place. Especially my grandparents.
For context, my grandparents and mom are the textbook definition of Qanon trumpers. My grandma was talking all about how she supports book banning after one of my appointments and her and my mom are convinced the election was stolen. Now my friends are all very liberal people. Among the guests we have non-binary individuals, queer individuals, a drag Queen, and a polyamorous throuple. And I finally let my mom know this because it just came to the point where it couldn’t be avoided anymore. I wanted to make sure she knew to be polite around them. She looked like she would be sick. But the kicker came when I mentioned one of our guests is immunocompromised and we were going to ask people to be up to date on their shots.
Now this woman has gotten Covid and had to go to the emergency room. She had to have a respirator. She had long Covid afterwards and started losing her hair. She looked me in the eye and said “maybe I shouldn’t have gotten that dress then.”
She would rather not go to my wedding at all than get vaccinated to protect my friend from dying. She would rather not wear a mask than watch me walk down the aisle.
Luckily my dad is sane and vaccinated but he is so “don’t stir the pot” that I know he won’t do much. The whole thing killed the joy of finally finding my dress and I want to cry. My mom has disappointed me and crossed boundaries and just been a conspiracy theorist wack job my whole life but the little part of me that has been holding out hope and just wanting her mom is crushed. I wanted to cry.
This morning I told my dad that my partner and I would be willing to figure out some compromise with having her take Covid tests leading up to the wedding and he said he would bring it up, but with him and my sister being the only family basically coming that they would no longer pay for the wedding if my mom couldn’t come. Like I never said she couldn’t come I just wanted her to be aware and not potentially make my friends really sick. She’s the one choosing if she would come or not and putting it all on me. She keeps saying how much I’m upsetting her like it isn’t MY WEDDING that SHE is making all about HER! She’s the one who wants to die on this hill. She tried telling me not to invite my friends so she could go but I’m absolutely NOT going to do that bc they are close friends of ours and some are even responsible for my partner and I getting together in the first place. They are like family to us.
And my dad taking her side on the issue by basically threatening to stop funding it (the money would be up to him more than my mom so it’s really a him decision) is honestly the worst part. All these years I gave him more credit than he deserved. Up until now I always felt like he had my back when it came to my mom and that he was someone safe. I just can’t look at him the same after this.
She has begrudgingly agreed to the Covid tests (though she’s still upset bc somehow the government will track her through an at home test or some shit) and I’m guessing they are still funding the wedding now that we have come to that “compromise” but our relationship will never be the same after this. I’ve spent years trying to fix the relationship with my mom but she’s made it impossible. I honestly don’t want her to come anymore after cooling down, but I went through so much just to get a compromise out of her that I might as well just leave it so I can at least have a wedding before the relationship with my parents absolutely dissolves.
Fuck trump and fuck Qanon for making her so much worse than she was. I remember when she believed antivaxers were idiot hippies. At least that was one thing we could agree on. Now she tells me she “woke up” my friends and I are lucky our hearts haven’t exploded or some shit while my friend AND my fiancé have both lost people to Covid. And I know so much of it is fueled by extreme evangelical shit that she keeps spitting even now like there weren’t three raptures that were supposed to occur since I was in the third grade. Oddly enough I wish she was even a little like she was back when I was in the third grade. At least she wasn’t this bad.
What really sucks is IM the one who feels guilty. I feel like I did something wrong. I feel like I’m somehow the selfish one and a disappointment. I just want to go home to my fiancé and cry in bed. I feel like I mean so little to both of them right now. But like… it’s my wedding. Even if I am being selfish, isn’t it at least a little understandable? Am I somehow in the wrong here and just not seeing it?
And cutting them off completely would hurt my mental and physical health because due to a few mental illnesses I have trouble keeping a steady job and am therefor financially dependent on them, especially for things like dr and therapy appointments which I need to stay sane and get my medications.
Once I’m back with my fiancé I’m sure things will feel a little better but this pit in my stomach hurts. Sorry this turned into a big old trauma dump rant but this shit keeps weighing on me.
Sorry about format and all that shit. I’m on mobile.
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2023.05.28 05:03 SalamiMommie The Price We Pay

Me and my wife just watched this movie on Peacock. It’s a movie that I do indeed recommend watching, but it’s also one I wouldn’t watch more than once.
A brief summary followed by some mild spoilers of my likes and dislikes: a pawn shop robbery goes bad, causing a few people to show up at a farm where things go bad.
What I liked: the movie has a wholesome ending. The story has a great plot, they have some characters that you’ll care about and hate. It also is creative
What I didn’t like: one of the Villains (people on farm) made some cod zombie noises the whole time. There were some funky camera shots. One of the robbers just got on my nerves so much.
I say give it a watch
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I am $150 short of having enough money to pay rent for the upcoming month. If I don’t pay on the 1st, my landlord has threatened to kick me and my wife out. I have pawned as much as I can already, and both myself and my wife have been maxed out of overtime. I am begging for help
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2023.05.28 04:19 doggymom1234 Issue with flirting??

Hey! So I work at a small coffee shop, and nearly 50-60% of people I see are regulars. Since it’s small, I tend to chat a lot of them up, also since we have a bar, so I can easily do so while working behind the counter.
I’ve always prided myself on being super friendly, and have a great bond with customers. Sure, sometimes its translated to flirty, but I make sure not to ask too personal of questions. Flirting is kinda the job when it comes to baristaing, and It’s gotten me far in my career. Recently though, I’ve noticed a shift.
Lately a few customers have gone… over the line maybe? I have a few different regulars that say comments to me that make me extremely uncomfortable. I work alone most of the time, so I think that makes customers more confident in their comments. To clarify, I get asked out regularly, but normally it’s just a polite “no.” When I think some regulars are actually starting to hit on me, I normally stop chatting with them in that way.
One particular customer says something uncomfortable everyday when he comes in. Whether it’s asking me my age, calling me “an attractive women”, asking if I hooked up with men on a vacation. It’s just uncomfortable and each day I have to endure it whenever he comes in.
For one more example, another guy that’s a regular tells me things like “I’m a simp for you” “where do you live?” “You look so beautiful today” “I looked at your Instagram profile” (my Instagram is private, so not sure what that means)
Normally if it’s a one off comment I can handle it, but it’s been getting too much. I feel a little uncomfortable, even though I love 99.5% of all other regulars.
Is this something I am justified in telling my boss about, or any advice to get people off my back? Or am I just being dramatic?
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2023.05.28 04:16 Brain_Mac How to Sell art collection

Hi. I’m trying to sell a bunch of 1970s/80s Native artwork (pottery, paintings) that my mother left me. I know none of it is super rare. Will pawn shops buy stuff like this?
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2023.05.28 03:39 JxmjxmSA I almost stepped on a stingray

Basically, I went on a cruise to the Bahamas recently and we went to a little island owned by the cruise company. My family went to one of the 3 beaches near the ship and I saw a tiny shop with snorkeling gear. The water was pretty shallow so I could walk on the sand while at the same time being able to look underwater and breathe. A couple of minutes passed walking and I immediately saw the sand below me morph into a stingray. My foot was only under a meter away from its fin and it just sped off. Interestingly enough, there was a very big fish right next to it. I went back near the actual beach where there was no water afterwards and by complete coincidence, a guy approached me while his daughter was floating in the water and asked "Do you know who the Crocodile Hunter is?". At first I was scared, and then I was staggered. I almost got hurt by a stingray after being close to stepping on it and the first person I talk to speaks to me about the one iconic Australian that just so happens to have infamously died from one. I'd say that was the highlight of my cruise but I hope it never happens again.
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2023.05.28 03:28 fuzzbucket19 I’m trauma bonded to my substance abusing ex bf

My(35/f) ex bf (40/m) is a drug addict and narcissist. I want to be brutally honest here and please no hate about drug addicts. I met my ex, let’s call him Alan online right before the pandemic. He was a great texter and there for me when times were tough in the world. He seemed to get where I was coming from and wanted the same things in life. We met in the fall of 2019 and hung out a few times.
This was the start of my struggles with addiction. Then things started to get bad with Covid so I didn’t see him again until august of 2020. During that time we talked every day, and he even asked me to be his gf in May of 2020 despite us not seeing each other due to the pandemic. I thought I was in love and he was everything on paper that I had been looking for. Alan didn’t know, but I was on a leave of absence from work from Nov 2019 to Feb 2020 due to stress and my mental health problems. When we started hanging out in person in august when restrictions were lifted. He was let go at his job due to Covid and never had any money or any ideas of what to do when he hung out. Nothing was open and our living situations didn’t allow us to have the other person over. No one wanted the « germs » of a stranger in their house during Covid. All Alan wanted to do was use drugs. This was one of those things I overlooked, thinking he’s been hurt, like me, and was coping through tough times but wanted to quit. I thought we could get better together. As time went by the drugs because more important in our relationship. I had never used crack cocaine before, but one night I ended up using and my addiction soon became unmanageable. We were using every day after work. I’d miss days at work, I went into debt, defaulted on loans and robbed my family and pawned everything I could. I was off work for another 5 months due to my addiction. Alan never paid for anything. Ever. Not even the cigarettes he smoked. And I was always taken advantage of. He would steal from me and used my credit cards behind my back. He stole over $13,000 from my dad. He taught me how to commit cheque fraud. He would steal my car when I was sleeping and drive girls and drug dealers around for extra dope. He lied about everything and I just overlooked everything. I know I’m an idiot but I felt like I needed him. He was in my circle and it was safer because of the pandemic.
While Covid was horrible for my mental health and addiction it was quite good to me professionally. I didn’t want to lose these opportunities and I didn’t like the person I was becoming as a drug addict. I didn’t like my financial situation, I was around people who made me nervous and i never knew who I could trust. When I hit my rock bottom I felt Alan was there for me. It was really the only time he was there for me. We would go on benders and spend days in the car in freezing Canadian winters. Looking back I don’t know how I made it through.
I am also trauma bonded to Alan. During a week of partying, one of his friends allowed me to smoke down. I passed out and I woke up to him rubbing my chest. I guess I overdosed the first time I used down. I feel like I owe him for saving my life but he also treats me so poorly I wonder why he didn’t just let me die.
I also got myself into outpatient rehab programs and completed those, I even had an in patient program lined up. The better I got mentally was the more things improved in my career. I’m fact i have a full time permanent job and I’m making more money than I ever made. I also got my own apartment. It’s just myself on the lease and I take care of everything. And I feel incredibly grateful for the opportunity I’ve been given to turn my life around. I think Alan resents me for this. I know I’m very fortunate to have things turn around so quickly. Most people don’t get to see the benefits of being clean so quickly and it makes it harder to stay on track.
On June 1st I will be 1 year sober. Alan has been living with me on and off. I’ve been allowing this as long as he pays me his share of food, rent and utilities. I’m also sure he uses in my condo and it makes me uncomfortable. I can tell when he’s using and he of course denies everything. He’s also been caught trying to invite people to my house, guys and girls.
In all honestly, Alan actually disgusts me. He is into some kinky stuff and I used to support him. I admired him for knowing what he wanted and being open enough to share that with me. What I have the problem with is the secrecy and him saying one thing and then going out and hooking up with people and using drugs with them without my knowledge. It made me feel dirty and unsafe and gross.
However, despite all that I feel like I still need him. My therapist said the healthier I get is the less I will need him. It’s true but there’s still something that ties me to him. He’s currently giving me the silent treatment. I guess that’s one of the punishments of a narcissist. I should take his lack of response as the answer that he doesn’t care. But it’s been difficult to move on. I can’t move on. It’s the same cycle. I’m scared of him but I still want him around. Saying goodbye to him is almost harder than not using.
I’ve learned he’s a narcissist and I’m a bit of a narcissist myself I guess. I know I’ve stayed with him so long because my mother is a narcissist and it’s what I’m used to. It’s what I find normal.
I’d feel like I’d have an easier time moving on if I was pretty. He’s the good looking one and I’m fat and ugly. I have a lot of self esteem issues and I think that’s why I’ve put up with so much.
Anyways just thought I’d share. I want to know if it’s the drug use or maybe he’s just the worst person I’ve ever met. I’ve learned there are so many resources about narcissistic abuse and it’s helped me a lot; but I think the addiction makes it complicated. It’s hard to find things I relate to. I wonder if he would still be like this if he didn’t use. I feel like he has a lot to offer the world even if it’s not with me. But I also feel like I’m his only chance at a better life. He comes from a broken home and doesn’t have support or family or friends, or really good people in his life. I know that’s been the difference in my recovery and although sometimes I think he can’t be helped because he’s a product of his environment I know that I wouldn’t be where I am today if someone didn’t believe in me. So I want to believe in him.
Should I keep him around? Is there a chance he might change? Wondering if anyone else has an addiction component of narcissistic abuse and can provide some insight.
TLDR: My ex is a narcissist and addict. How does the substance use affect narcissism?
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2023.05.28 03:13 80bar80 26 [M4F] bgc sundayyy

I’m a Med Junior Intern here, and wanted to have fun and chill? if ur down to go then hmu, Im near bgc so if u wantyy to go shopping, drink booze or coffee talks or even movie, Also if u needed to vent ur frustrations or wanted to tell about hows ur week going just feel free to DM .. about me I’m slim/thin, fair skin, 173cm in length, wear specs .. feel free to chatt 👌..
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2023.05.28 02:59 autobuzzfeedbot 23 Useless Disney Facts That Are A Lot More Interesting Than These People Gave Them Credit For

  1. "Michelle Pfeiffer was one of the performers for Alice in the Main Street Electrical Parade in the 1970s."
  2. "How about the bullet hole in the glass above the ballroom scene in The Haunted Mansion?"
  3. "There are at least four (unsure of the number since 2018 when I last worked there) beagles that sniff the Disneyland hotels for bedbugs almost daily. They're amazing little sniffers and loved by all that work with them or have been honored to meet them. Disneyland makes good and sure no bedbugs come bugging ya!"
  4. "Doritos were invented at Disneyland."
  5. "The Jungle Cruise is behind the stores on Main Street. So all the trees you see over the tops of the building are jungle on the other side. It's most notable next to the fire station. Just a weird little tidbit that puts the size of the park in perspective."
  6. "Disney parks use a grayish green color nicknamed 'go away green' to camouflage things like show buildings and electrical boxes that they don't want you to notice in the park."
  7. "The letters that spelled out 'C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A' at California Adventure are now in Sacramento at Cal Expo. This is my favorite Disney fact. I grew up climbing on those letters and now I live close to Sacramento."
  8. "I’m Korean American, and I remember there was a 'Korean Day' at the parks in the ’80s! With a parade of Korean Celebrities! The park was packed with Korean People!"
  9. "A lot of people know about the Disneyland cats! They are an integral part of the Disneyland ecosystem. But what you might not know is that cats that are considered 'too friendly' are adopted out! Usually, Disney works with the local shelters and rescues to adopt out the super friendly kitties!"
  10. "You used to be able to buy bras on Main Street in Disneyland!"
  11. "Walt Disney designed the push-flap garbage can. He took it to manufacturers and everyone thought it was useless so he never filed for a patent."
  12. "New Orleans Square at Disneyland cost the same amount of money as the Louisiana Purchase."
  13. "There was a hostile Yippie takeover of Tom Sawyer's Island at Disneyland in 1970 that effectively shut the park down for one out of the only four times the park has been closed."
  14. "Back in 1999, they put a cast member in the haunted house dressed in a suit of armor. He prowled the area near the corridor of doors and his job was to sneak up on the doom buggies to scare passengers. It did not last because people would get scared and punch the knight or he would discover people doing intimate things in the buggies. I was on it with my dad, the knight scared the bejesus out of me and I screamed really loud and startled him too."
  15. "There are small offices in the castle. Source: Worked in one above Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique."
  16. "In 2004, Cary 'Jay' Sharp won a charity auction to become the Haunted Mansion’s 'official' 1,000th ghost. His honorary tombstone can be found near the Phantom Five at Disneyland with the text 'JAY, doctor lawyer legal clerk, forever buried in his work.'"
  17. "The singing bust on the haunted mansion that people think looks like Walt Disney is actually the guy who voiced Tony the Tiger (Thurl Ravenscroft). He did many other voices throughout Disneyland, too."
  18. "One of the more well-known ones, but it's still fun to drop on people who aren't park regulars or don't know about it. Haunted Mansion is mostly a facade building, with the stretching room (elevator) taking guests below ground, then they walk through a tunnel (double-image portrait gallery) that passes under the park's train tracks and into a whole other building for the majority of the Doom Buggy ride."
  19. "Bank of America was the sponsor of It's a Small World when it opened in 1966 at Disneyland. Louis B. Lundborg, the bank's board chairman, sat in the first boatload with Walt and some children."
  20. "On Main Street, on the right-hand side facing the castle, there's a little inlet roughly halfway through, by where the Starbucks is. There's usually some seating back there and that's where Disneyland's lockers are. Right next to the lockers, there's a brick wall with a water fountain. This wall was where they tested the look of various bricks while constructing Disneyland. One side has very smooth and regular bricks, the other has uneven and mismatched bricks, so they could see which style they preferred. When construction was finished, they either didn't have the money to replace the wall or left it there as a little nod to the construction efforts."
  21. "When I worked in the parking structure I found out there are way more plainclothes officers and security guards at the park than I previously thought."
  22. "Before popcorn was in the parks they used to sell peanuts but the shells were so messy so they switched to popcorn!!"
  23. Finally, "My 1992 season pass to Disneyland cost $250. It was a laminated card with my photo and was called a 'Disneyland Picture Passport.' It was good for the following 365 days, had no blackout days, and included parking."
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2023.05.28 02:57 Desperate-Car-Wife Cars, Rucks, Turbos... Oh My! Part 6

Desperate Car Wife: A Journey in the Making (part.6)
During those 10 years with the Mazda Protege, and since my hubby used it for work a lot after we had our son, he ended up buying a white '94 Nissan Maxima from the same friend that sold him the '72 Camaro back when we first met... It, of course, got the "JB Treatment"... but this time on a budget. This had a lot more horsepower than the Mazda! I actually enjoyed driving it too! Even though it didn't have the same rims or low profile tires or a 6 Disc-CD Changer... it did have some beats and I really liked the G-force when I stepped on it! I don't need a whole lot of hp to enjoy speed.. As I've said before, everything in moderation! I love love love watching others drive with crazy horsepower, but I don't think you'll ever see me drive anything over 300hp!
A couple years later, we would eventually sell the Maxima and got a '95 Dodge RAM 1500... We had this one for only a couple of years and then he eventually sold the RAM because he found a '93 Dodge Dakota Sport that needed to be brought back from the dead... This poor thing had been abandoned in a ditch and sat in a tow yard for 10 years! Needless to say, there were problems galore... literally almost lost a tire a half mile down the road from the tow yard we bought it from, just before I jumped on the freeway! Got the lug nuts tightened and back on the road... Headed straight to the nearest DMV for title and registration... Hour or so later, we walked out on 2 flat tires... Luckily we had a small jack in our other car, so he was able to pull the 2 flats off and drove to the nearest tire shop. 2 tires (balanced and mounted) later, we were back on the road again.. After a few days, we found some rusted out holes in the exhaust system and discovered that the catalytic converter had been removed.. So we got that fixed promptly. Replaced the spark plugs and wires, fixed the E-vap, practically replaced everything under the hood and then some... and still failed smog! Failed it 3 times to be exact! My hubby scratched his head and was mind boggled at the numbers from the failed tests.. Everything that had to do with the smog system was replaced with brand new parts, but it was still putting out high numbers for some reason!! So he googled his readings.... several forums like Cartalk /FBgroups/other auto forums outside of Reddit, and many many replies later, he was told that something had to be wrong with the exhaust system, either the wrong Cat or a hole in the welding... So #1 he found out that the catalytic converter model wasn't correct for the truck! We went back and got that fixed for free by the same place who installed it... #2 after they installed the Correct Cat, and failed to smog AGAIN, we found out there was a hole in the welding job from the NEW Cat!!! Dudes didn't believe my hubby at first, so he asked if he could show them with a mirror, and sure enough.. at the very top of the pipe connecting to the Cat, had a missed weld an inch long!!!
Not too long after that fiasco, maybe a couple of months... The driver's side door nearly fell off when I opened it, getting out! That was one heavy door too! Nearly pulled me out of my seat! PickNPull here we come!!!! Unfortunately, no luck there.. we checked out some from the smaller shops around town and got lucky that we found a red one (the truck was emerald green...). Now we just needed a DIY, cheapest, paint job was in store! He needed 6+ spray cans.... several trips to multiple stores and ordering online to get those dang cans of Emerald Green,, the door was done and looked fairly decent for a spray can job!
Then came the tires... Now I don't quite remember how he got this set, but what I do remember is they were way too big for this little truck! But he loved them and really wanted to make them work.. Still working on a budget, since we drained a lot into the entire exhaust system and everything SMOG related... he gets them on, they are so big and stick out like crazy and couldn't make normal turns without rubbing. I hated it!!! It was sooooooo embarrassing when they rubbed while pulling out of a tight parking lot! Everyone looked when it happened!!! Nothing to see here y'all!!! He then went on and installed an Alpine stereo system with Pioneer sub (Slimbox) and speakers... He then got the idea to spray paint the hood flat black. It wasn't bad.. but it wasn't great by any means either... his words... not mine!
Needless to say, I found my first Dodge truck that I didn't like LOL. I had been spoiled with power windows and auto transmissions for quite some time by then and really hated the tires, the big shifting stick, how far 5th gear was for me, no power windows, no nothing! I complained about that truck till the day he finally sold it! He turned down multiple cash offers for several years, and then he finally broke when he needed to make room for another truck he wanted... Another truck that I would end up hating for only one reason LOL; it was a biggy in my book! But that's for another post!!
Part. 7 coming soon
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2023.05.28 02:45 KakitaBanana Shoju, Togashi, and the Concept of Destiny

Hello friends! As someone who didn't pay much attention to the story of the game when I played it (Gold through Lotus) and only started to dig deeper in the past few years, I was hoping to get some clarification from those who had a deeper knowledge than I on something I find myself really stuck on.
To start, I should state that my reading of the clan war and second Day of Thunder comes from the WotC novels, which I understand are not canon. I've recently started reading Shiro no Kaze's archive in chronological order, but details from the early years tend to be sparse.
So here's my understanding of Shoju's role in setting up the second Day of Thunder: -Has spooky nightmares leading him to uncover the Prophecy of Ukikku (sp?) and Ambition. -He interprets the prophecy to mean that the 39th Hantei can't take the throne or Fu Leng returns. -For clarification, he goes to Togashi, who has been reincarnating himself as a mortal since his death. No one seems know this but the Scorpion because they know everybody's secrets. -Togashi answers with a vague riddle-like answer that, to Shoju, confirms his suspicions. He acts on the the assassination plot which, due to the Ambition's influence, becomes a straight-up coup. -Shoju kills the 38th Hantei but fails to kill his son. The coup goes sideways due to a hilarious series of miscalculations. Shoju gets put in the dirt by employee of the month Toturi, but not before having a David Byrne "My god, what have I done?" moment and shattering Ambition. -The coup triggers a series of events leading to the return of Fu Leng, allowing Togashi to hatch the plan he and Shinsei planned hundreds of years prior.
It's all pretty cool, but I've been wondering a few things recently: 1. All of this seems to be possible in part because Togashi can glimpse the future. Either his plan doesn't require the coup to set everything in motion or he uses Shoju as a pawn. Is it ever explained which is the case?
  1. Does Togashi see a set future or possible futures, and if it's the latter, how did he know that the plan with the Black Scrolls would work? Was there a plan B?
  2. Was Shoju's reputation ever cleared in the whole thing? Like, he's the catalyst of things happening on the timeline it did. If it ever came out that Togashi knew this and even facilitated this, shouldn't he have been venerated in some way outside of his own clan?
  3. Are events pre-destined in Rokugan? Like, cosmically? And is it possible for mortals to defy fate?
I'm curious to see how other people view this, where I'm off base, etc. I'm a big fan of Shoju's arc in general, but I'm wondering if using the novel as my primary source for these events has set me off track.
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2023.05.28 02:36 Tarantino_Sucks Just a few reasons why Pulp Fiction sucked. And I mean: suuuuuuuucked.

OK. We know it sucks. But that might be just our opinion, man. Why does it suck?

Let's start with the basics: the story.What is the story about? Besides a bunch of losers, I mean. Is it a "slice of life" story meant to depict accurately life in LA? No. Is it supposed to teach the viewers anything? No. Is it supposed to show them a world they otherwise couldn't experience? Not really. I mean, Tarantino is just using stock characters from throwaway dime-store novels. He expects that the audience is aware of the tropes: Mob Headpin, Hitmen, Down-on-his-Luck Boxer, Two-Bit Criminals, Struggling Actress. So he's gonna mix them up and tell a story made up of stories that have all been told before, and then somehow be heralded as the most unique voice in Tinseltown? I don't get it, either.

No, he didn't invent jumbled timelines. And, no, jumbling the timeline didn't serve any true narrative purpose. It was just a gimmick. Now, Momento's timeline inversions were a fun and interesting way of telling that story. And, as evidence that the chronologic manipulations added to the story: the DVD includes a version of the movie cut in chronologic order, and the story is still engaging.

Inverting the timeline includes setups and payoffs that work because the audience knows things that the protagonist doesn't. And, as every Film 101 student will tell you, that's the setup for dramatic tension.What purpose does the inverted timeline serve in Pulp Fiction? None. Other than to take three totally boring, irredeemably awful individual subplots and stitch them together to make them somehow slightly less boring than the sum of their parts. I mean: where did Jules and Vincent get those T-shirts, right? That question's gotta keep the audience on the edge of its seat.

Whose story is Tarantino telling? It's a serious question.It must be Butch's, right? Because he's the only character who comes close to accomplishing anything. And scenes about him are the earliest and the last, so it seems that maybe it's his story.

But it's not a very good story. Down on his luck fighter. Sure. Agrees to throw a fight. Yep, we know right where this is going. Then he doesn't throw the fight? Picachu shocked face! A little obvious, but sure, Tarantino warned us he was only going to deal with tropes when he titled his movie, so shame on us for expecting anything more. OK, but that's the inciting event, right: Butch's ordinary world got upended by his decision NOT to throw the fight, and now we are going to see him come to terms with the effects of that decision. Seen it a million times, but okay.What's that you say, he kills his opponent in the ring? Well, I hafta admit, that's going to change things. I thought that we would only have to worry about how he would escape the Mobster. But, sure, if the cops, the boxing commission, AND the mobster's goons are going to close in on him, that might be interesting. Especially if we see Butch grapple with having taken a human life. We haven't seen Butch's love interest, but I'm sure she could be written into the script if for no other reason than to humanize Butch, and how even a split-second miscalculation can have lifelong consequences.

Don't order any popcorn, you say, because Tarantino doesn't deliver on any of that? That's a shame. The cops don't get involved? Nor does the boxing commission, or even the fight promoter? Butch just waltzes out of there and grabs a cab, and that's the end of that?

So then what happens to Butch? Surely he doesn't just get out of town and live happily ever after? That'd be lame.

Oh, you say he goes back to fetch a family heirloom (stupid set up, sure, but I guess Tarantino had to figure out some reason for Butch to go back), and it just so happens that Vincent and Marcellus, having gone to Butch's apartment and found that he left in an awful hurry, figure that he's gonna come back, eventually. So they'll just sit here until he does. Seems a little improbable for a busy mafioso who is too busy even to take his ladyfriend out for the night.OK, these are idiot gangsters, so they aren't supposed to demonstrate good logic. But their actions need, at the very least, to be plausible. Why would Marcellus decide that he and only he can be trusted to get coffee and donuts? He trusts Vincent to take his wife out on his behalf, but he doesn't trust Vincent to get donuts? Puh-lease.

OK, OK. I'm nitpicking. Convoluted and implausible though it is, it allows Butch to return so that he can get the jump on Vincent and kill Vincent without any drama or tension whatsoever. Why? Because fuck you, that's why. Tarantino was obviously inspired by John McClane firing his last two bullets dramatically at the end of Die Hard, so I guess he thought he could just script the same actor grabbing a gun and firing all but willy-nilly and the drama would be the same. But he was wrong.

Shots fired. Now the cops will be involved, right? Wrong! Because now it's time for some depraved vigilante sadism. It's obvious that Tarantino is still in the anal stage of development. Yes, the gold watch hinted at it. But the pawnshop gimp buggery cinched it. That most pawn shops aren't open in the morning is entirely beside the point. That the pawn shop owner doesn't recognize Marcellus, who's a flashy mob boss, whose minions have probably fenced a lot of goods at every pawn shop on the strip is of no consequence, because this scene existed in Tarantino's brain long before anything else, and concocting a reason for Butch to go back to his apartment to unceremoneously dispose of Vincent, before "coincidentally" encountering Marcellus was all just bolted on, rough edges and all, to allow Tarantino his gimp rape scene.

And it's so stupid that the audience doesn't think Butch would be considering a version of the following: "Hold on, Marcellus thinks he's only mad at me for costing him money in the fight. Wait'll he finds out that I killed Vincent, too. Oooh, boy, is he gonna me mad about that. But, c'mon, even though I've already killed two people without a pang of regret, I'm now, under the immediate threat of buggery, with my adrenalin racing, I'm gonna slow down and consider that perhaps this is the time to play nicely with Marcellus. Gee, I sure hope he is a man of his word and not just agreeing to anything to save his skin, because when he finds out about Vincent, hoo boy."

So, yeah, for no reason whatsoever, Butch decides to save Marcellus. I don't know if the audience is supposed to believe that Butch's troubles are all over with Marcellus walking free, or not. But I guess they are, because he steals a motorcycle (excuse me, the nerd Tarantino figured out that a subset of motorcylces are called "choppers" and he's going to have Bruce Willis mumble it incoherently no fewer than three times so the audience knows that the video clerk nerd knows his way around tough guys), grabs his cardboard-copy of a love interest, and motors away, presumably happily ever after.

But fanboys use this to say that it is a movie about redemption. I guess they think Butch is now redeemed.

And maybe they also argue that Jules found redemption. But Jules was never more than a prop to allow Tarantino to spew N-words, so it's not like the audience really cares what happens to Jules. In the chronology of the tale, even the audience doesn't see him after he leaves the deli, so it's clear that Tarantino doesn't care about him, either.

Speaking of unnecessary characters: The Wolf. It's more believable that he'd be wearing a tuxedo early in the morning and yet have nothing better to do that get his fingerprints all over a murder, than it is that Tarantino thought anything to himself besides: I could squeeze in here an unnecessary scene with a down market Robert DeNiro to make sure the audience thinks this is a serious gangster movie, and not a spoof.

As superfluous as The Wolf was, he was more valuable (and slightly less annoying) that Tarantino's own cameo, when he prattles on about gourmet coffee beans. Good lord, that man is insufferable. And a terrible actor. And difficult to look at. And difficult to listen to.

And then there's Hunny Bunny and What's-His-Face. Needless. In some versions of the screenplay, of course, Hunny Bunny was going to help the audience appreciate the value of the MacGuffin. But, of course, Tarantino couldn't deliver the goods on what was so valuable, so he just ignored the question altogether. (The most satisfying fan theory is that the briefcase held the dog-eared shooting screenplay of City on Fire that Tarantino had used beat-for-beat (right down to the camera angles) when making Reservoir Dogs.)
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2023.05.28 02:21 viewtoathrill Wu guan (Martial Club aka Instructors of Death, 1981)

2023: Post #141 Watched May 22nd On the 88 Films Limited Slipcase Blu-ray release (88 Films US 010) Directed by: Chia-Liang Liu aka Kar-Leung Lau Written by: Kuang Ni TSPDT: 12,050
105 minutes. This is a very goofy premise for a movie but, just like the best choreographers turned directors, Lau Kar-Leung delivers some amazing fight scenes in the back half of the film and I left having a good time.
The basic idea is that two martial clubs are fighting each other and there is a “fighter from the North” who comes down to play tough guy and carry out the dirty work for them. The story takes an interesting turn by making the man from the North someone who is very principled and someone who doesn’t appreciate being used as a pawn in someone else’s game. It is a paper-thin plot, but that’s okay because the choreography in the action scenes is really amazing.
Actually, there are two elements I liked. The fight scenes and the lion dancing. There’s a lot of business with the lion dances and the meaning behind them. It’s pretty interesting because it’s almost like having a commentary track on while watching this sequence between two rival schools. So, the lion dancing is interesting, the film gets super goofy for a while, and then it ends with an amazing fighting sequence down a narrow alleyway. Two of the leads fight for a long time and use every inch of the alley, even up the wall, in creative and engaging ways.
I am hoping someone reading this may know about the character of Wong Fei-Hung? I understand it was a real person who got famous as a doctor and healer and then later as a martial arts master and … maybe a freedom fighter? I’ve seen the Once Upon a Time in China movies, but I was very intrigued that the character name showed up here. I need to watch the commentary to understand more, but it seems that the person has taken on a mythical status and gets used in movies whenever they need a character the audience can immediately relate with. Or it’s just a common name, that’s what I’m interested to learn about. He’s certainly not portrayed as a hero above reproach here, just an up-and-comer.
Either way, a mediocre movie from Lau Kar-Leung but enough amazing fight sequences to make it worth the watch for me.
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2023.05.28 02:08 Chevalier_desRoses I found what I needed for the night.

I found what I needed for the night.
He showed me another strange symbol last night. I nearly panicked when I woke up because how could I possibly find an object for this? We were able to find a logical conclusion for the pentagram one, but this?
But I decided to try to figure this out on my own first. So I went to the one place where you can find just about anything, the Mystery Shop.
I drew the symbol out for Sam, and he went into the back room to see what he had. He came out with this hat.
I know I wear hats a lot, but I don't think this one suits me that well... And besides, It's far too small me. But the symbol was a perfect match.
Sam said it was a replica of a hat some important guy used to wear... I wasn't paying too much attention. All that matters is that I got my hands on the next item.
I don't have to worry tonight. Everything is fine.
{ Rqob wkuhh pruh. }
[ OOC - bruh i edited the post and messed it up rip this is why i don’t use reddit on desktop haha ]
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2023.05.28 02:03 Junior_Cress2828 Wholesome bab moments from today:

So today I took Hope, my new rainbow axolotl, to Target and Walmart on the bus to look at the (laughably tiny) pride sections. Tbh I just wanted to see my local target's pride section before the company was able to pull back a bunch of the items because of people making threats. What a world we live in :') To be honest it was mostly shopped clean BUT they did have these tiny kids overalls that were black with a little rainbow that said "be kind" and they were SO CUTE and the smallest size was 3 months (meaning with some minor adjustments it probably would have fit a standard 16 inch build a bear. If I would've brought my rainbow frog instead of my axolotl I would've tried it on him to see if it fit but it was very near build a bear size and it was 12 bucks (the same price as like, actual build a bear clothes) and I thought I should mention that here.
The section was pretty picked clean which is fine but here's the part that made me really happy. I saw a woman, probably in her 40s, ditch her husband about 4 aisles away and run full-speed towards me because she saw my axolotl in my cart. "IS THAT AN AXOLOTL?!? THATS SO CUTE!" I made eye contact with her husband, who she literally just abandoned mid-conversation to see my build a bear, and I held up my axolotl and said "Yeah! Its from build a bear isnt it cute?" And she gave me the biggest smile and went "You put a carrying strap on it! That's so clever!" I nearly thought she was gonna TACKLE me with how fast she came at me out of nowhere.
And I of course went and browsed the books and toy section (because I'm a grown adult who can't resist the call of manga and squishmallows and manga was 20% off so I got my hero academia vol. 1 and 2 yesssss) and I rolled my cart past this woman with two small children and the little boy gasped and pointed and went "Mommy look at her stuffed animal she brought shopping!!" And the mother looked at me, and she had the judgmental sort of face that said "I'm not gonna say anything negative about you in front of my children because that's bad parenting but I don't agree with your personal choices" Which was EXTREMELY FUNNY TO ME because her kid looked starstruck as they rolled past me.
When I got on the bus on my way home, the only people on the bus was an elderly couple at the front of the bus. An old man and an old woman. And I got on the bus and the old lady nudged her husband and pointed at me. "Lookit that cute little purse she got on. I want a cute little teddy-bear purse like that." And her husband smiled and chuckled.
Long story short don't be afraid to bring your build a bear out in public you'll be surprised that the compliments outnumber the confused/judgmental looks.
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2023.05.28 01:57 Trash_O_Fish_Al Where are medical patients under 21 supposed to buy paraphernalia

Im 19 and a qualifying med patient. Ik smoking isn’t the greatest option for consuming, health-wise, but it works fast which is helpful and I find the process therapeutic especially when my mind is all over the place. My only problem is that most head shops only allow people 21+ to buy things for smoking and I don’t know how I’m supposed to get stuff. Most medical dispensaries near me offer like pipes and one-hitters and stuff like that but all the bongs they offer are like super small and I’m personally not a fan of small bongs. Do I just suck it up or does anyone know of any ways I can acquire some stuff
Im located in wastern mass if anyone else is in the area and could potentially provide some shops that would sell to me
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