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Cake day: June 26th, 2023

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  • My 2 year old walked 9 miles uphill in a shitstorm to buy me a pack of Lucky Strikes and a 40 of Hurricane. Little bastard is such a problem solver. He took a garbage can lid and used it to sled the shit back home. He earned his slimjim and chocolate milk that day.

    I expect him to be a cage fighter when he grows up but it wouldn’t surprise me if he becomes an assanot. He swears one day he’s gonna send me a selfie where he moons me from the moon.

    He’s a single father himself though so he knows what I go through.








  • Holy shit, this.

    I’m constantly worried that what I’m seeing/hearing is fake. It’s going to get harder and harder to find older information on the internet too.

    Shit, it’s crept outside of the internet actually. Family buys my kids books for Christmas and birthdays and I’m checking to make sure they aren’t AI garbage before I ever let them look at it because someone bought them an AI book already without realizing it.

    I don’t really understand what we hope to get from all of this. I mean, not really. Maybe if it gets to a point where it can truly be trusted, I just don’t see how.



  • I have had many dangerous interactions with homeless people and I carried on doing it anyway for a long time. At this point, I’m careful. I need to be here for my kids.

    I’ve had two strangers shoot up in the back of my car while I was taking them somewhere (separate occasions). I had one ask me to pull over only so they could yell to a crowd of fellow homeless people, “y’all tell fatback that if I don’t get my shoes back, y’all ain’t gonna get fatback back!!” Guns were drawn. I was threatened. Very scary. I could never forget that either haha. I still reenact it regularly to make people laugh, wasn’t funny in the moment though.

    The scariest one though. My ex and I were very young. Our daughter was about 4 months old. Dude was camping outside of my house and he wouldn’t respond to anything I said to him. I had to go to work and I didn’t want to leave the wife and kid there with him just outside. I called my work, told them I might not be coming if dude didn’t leave.

    I asked him how he was doing. Nothing. I asked him where he was from. Nothing. I finally said, “Look, I’m going 30 miles that way. If you want a ride, go get in my car. It’s unlocked.” He stood up immediately and went and sat in the passenger seat.

    He said nothing the whole way. He pulled out a large hunting knife and picked his fingers with it. I just talked and talked about my kids and my life to him so he might see me as a person and not kill me. He just grunted and growled the whole ride.

    I pulled into a McDonald’s and I told him that that was as far as I was willing to go. He looked at me, nodded his head, got out of the car and walked away. That was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I still have nightmares about to this day. I was sure he was going to cut me up and take my car.

    It would be nice if we could heal people in his situation. I really hope that we make it there someday as a species.


  • Pay them more? So they can lose their benefits? Are you crazy?

    I’m kidding, of course. I know that what you mean is, “pay them so that they can afford to live without requiring benefits.”

    You get into some of the poorer places in the country though, that truly would be nearly impossible for most businesses. There are some places in West Virginia that would immediately have no access to gasoline, groceries, etc.

    It is crazy to think that Bobby McBusinessman gets to ride around in a giant RV all summer because the government pays his employees. They don’t see it that way though, as they collect their HUD payments and accept food stamps while all of their employees receive food stamps and medical benefits.

    All while the rest of the community lives on nothing and experiences very little joy in this life.

    What do I know though? I’m just a pissed off hillbilly who helped make someone who isn’t me very rich.



  • Worked on me. Been a lifelong problem and by the time I was old enough to realize it wasn’t cool I was hooked. I collected camel dollars as a child.

    I thought I looked so rad at 11 marching down the road with a cigarette. I see that now and it just looks so wrong. It’s still like that where I’m from too. Little kids with cigarettes are a common sight.


  • I would have been more than happy to drink tap water and have my kids drink tap water.

    We’ve had a couple lead warnings though and I don’t want to fuck with it. They’re going to have a hard enough time with the misfortune of getting my genes. I don’t want to make it even harder for them.


  • Man. It took about 3 years with my ex from the point she told me that she didn’t love me anymore for it to die off completely. That took me meeting someone else. She lost her mind when that happened. It was like she just wanted to go wild for a while and she expected me to just be there and forgive her when she was done. She spent some time in the hospital, ended up settling down with the last dude she cheated with.

    Life is a fucked up, evil bitch too. My ex spent over a decade with me. We were best friends for years before we ended up together. We split, she gets diagnosed with cancer a year later and dies a miserable death.

    Life is too short to spend your time where you know you shouldn’t be, but we should also consider every decision we make as though we could die tomorrow, because we could.

    I don’t know. I’ve been having a hard time today thinking about everything that happened to her. Sometimes it’s for me, sometimes it’s for her, some days it’s for both of us.

    I love my wife, the woman I’m with now. She and I are so great together and I’m very lucky to have found her. I’m not saying I regret anything. Still, trauma is trauma and what has happened has happened and it’s going to affect me for however long I’m on this planet.

    Good luck to you. I hope you end up in a happy place some day.