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My bet is on the nessie, since he is only holding that thing by one hand and is clearly not serious about hitting for the back fence.

That guy's fucked.

If you look back through the stories, most of them were.

P3NT, can we see some halberd action?

This is fucking amazing and why don't we have a proper prayer book like those other fuckers?

For what it's worth, the more I've paid attention, the more there are subtle early warning signs that I'm on a going down. I can avoid sliding all the way down the spiral if I notice and nip the shit in the bud before it's gotten a hold.

So, what, you jump in a kayak and tell the Atlantic WHAT until you feel better?

For what it's worth, the more I've paid attention, the more there are subtle early warning signs that I'm on a going down. I can avoid sliding all the way down the spiral if I notice and nip the shit in the bud before it's gotten a hold. Mindfulness - turns out it's not just some dumbass hippy bullshit after all.

And, yeah, weed is as likely to make shit worse as it is to help. Unpredictable molecule THC but alcohol is a clean billion times worse. I'd advise laying off the booze uber alles.

Yeah I don't drink much as is. I'm aware of a certain irony should I work at a brewery in that I'll be making poison while abstaining myself because it's unhealthy.
I work on mindfulness daily, but it's the prevention I ignored for an idealized image of my previous employer for years that dragged me down so low. That and the aforementioned pride. Cheers P3nT! Hope that your own struggles are light.

If your head isn't right, the right amount of any intoxicant is "zero".

And working in a Colt factory doesn't mean you have to own firearms.  Just saying.

I finally found one.

I was getting lunch the other day, and an old white guy bellies up to the bar, sees the TV above him talking about Puerto Rico, and says, "Why we spending so much time on this?  I don't want to see hard-earned American taxes go to helping out Those People" (he definitely spoke that with capital letters).

To the bartenders credit, he did attempt to explain to this guy that PR is part of America, and the people there pay federal and Medicare taxes.  This really stymied Racist McRacisthead.  He blustered about "first I've heard" or something, then proceeded to address the server as "hey, stupid." 

I do not want to know what sorts of fresh bodily fluids made it into his lunch.

In Bastard City, the other patrons would have explained his error in terms he could understand.

It's really the only good thing about this place.

I'm on a regimen of pillz for life now. It's not worth trying to deal with my head by myself and also I have hypertension without some correction.

On a personal note I'm soon moving in about mid October if all works out. I won't have 24/7 Internet access anymore so I may be spotty about comms for a while until I find decent employment. New place is subsidized housing and WAY nicer than my current rat hole squat. It's 30% of my income or $50 whichever is more. Caps at $650 all utilities included.

I'm really hoping to get work at the local brewery. Pay starts at $14 and goes up to $18/hr pretty quickly based on number of hours worked. If I get that job and can handle it I'm not waiting on the disability appeal. I'm starting to recover from the depression and the appeal is a long shot. Downside of the brewery is it smells like a beer-fart and there's potentially broken glass to deal with. The new place is downtown so finding other work is easy if I don't get in at the brewery. Much up in the air right now, but things are looking up!

Good luck.  A job at a brewery is something you can eventually retire from.

Thanks! I figure 30 years should set me up pretty good if I just stick to it. I've also decided to entirely quit smoking grass for at least 20 years. I'll reassess when I'm 55, but it's not been doing my life any good I realized. It's bad for my emotional stability as well as my occupational well being and gives little real benefit in return. I'm not even sad about it. It's almost like I'm angry and NEED to change things. I don't know if that's healthy but it's a damn sight better than despair and depression.

There isn't much that is worse than depression.

I spent 15 years trying to be something I'm not, and that led only to despair.  Intoxicants by definition make you something you're not.

I'm on a regimen of pillz for life now. It's not worth trying to deal with my head by myself and also I have hypertension without some correction.

On a personal note I'm soon moving in about mid October if all works out. I won't have 24/7 Internet access anymore so I may be spotty about comms for a while until I find decent employment. New place is subsidized housing and WAY nicer than my current rat hole squat. It's 30% of my income or $50 whichever is more. Caps at $650 all utilities included.

I'm really hoping to get work at the local brewery. Pay starts at $14 and goes up to $18/hr pretty quickly based on number of hours worked. If I get that job and can handle it I'm not waiting on the disability appeal. I'm starting to recover from the depression and the appeal is a long shot. Downside of the brewery is it smells like a beer-fart and there's potentially broken glass to deal with. The new place is downtown so finding other work is easy if I don't get in at the brewery. Much up in the air right now, but things are looking up!

Good luck.  A job at a brewery is something you can eventually retire from.

Hope your mom kicks cancer in the nads.

I've officially joined "pillz here"

I told you, eventually everyone will.

Also, Hugh Hefner died.

Exactly what I was thinking of.  Well done, that maniac.

Thanks, folks.

How hard would it be to add some spines to the back of that?

Sorry they disrespected your hero.

I'm really sorry to hear that Roger. Fuck cancer.

Thank you.  She just told me and I think I'm taking it worse than she is.  She has never been afraid of anything.

My mother has cancer.