Police in Texas have released a sketch of a suspected robber, but unless they are looking for Morph, they might struggle to locate him. The e-fit was sent out by Lamar County Sheriff’s Department
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Location: Paris, Texas, United States | Leaked: Feb-6-2014 in Regional News, WTF
The world’s 85 wealthiest people have as much money as the 3.5 billion poorest people on the planet – half the Earth’s population. That’s according to Oxfam’s latest report on the risks of t
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Leaked: Jan-20-2014 in Other News
Michigan says ‘WAR SUX’ license plate is too offensive for state roads Published time: January 02, 2014 20:57 Get short URL Tags Court , Crime , Law , USA , Vehicles After re
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Location: Michigan, United States | Leaked: Jan-2-2014 in Regional News, Politics
A US federal judge has reaffirmed an Obama administration policy granting officials the authority to search Americans' laptops, citing a controversial premise that makes citizens within 100 miles of t
My contributions on this site tend to be snide remarks, black humor, and political rants. I do that here so I can be pleasant around the women I shoot. Since some of you have been sharing some of your
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Leaked: Sep-24-2013 in Creative, Other Entertainment, Other Items from Liveleakers, Other
Added: Aug-23-2013 By: Saros
So yeah I suffer from depression. Have had it on and off all my life but full swing for the last couple years. I used to be big into chicks which is where I got the pic for my background as well as a few others. But the last couple years have gone badly enough that I think I kinda burned that out. I don't have a passion for that anymore which is the last one I had.
Now I have passion and motivation for NOTHING. So yeah... I find just living to be kind of a challenge even though I should be grateful I'm not living in fucking Syria or some other middle eastern shit hole. We have the NSA and this shit ass government but at least body parts are not getting blown off on a daily basis so I suppose I shouldn't complain.
Stranger things have happened...Entry Added: Jan-24-2014 By: Saros
I had my young adult kids over for the holidays. Because I'm not very "homey", we decided to go to the coast and spend Christmas there. They have never seen the Pacific coast so we spent time walking the beach and watching the sunset. On the way back, I came to the unfortunate realization that I'd lost my keys to the car. Actually ALL my keys. It was already past sunset, it was cold and misty, the tide was coming up, and there was no one left but us at the parking lot. We walked back to the beach, the three of us searching part of its length lighting the way with our cellphones but no dice.
I stood there thinking HOW am I going to get us back. It was Christmas Day evening. The closest cab was 90 minutes away. I called the cops - 911 - and got voicemail LOL! I called the cabin lodge we were staying at and of course no one answered.
There were three things that had to happen for us to get back to my place and get the kids back on their plane home in a couple days - we hoped for a ride back to the cabin... on a very lonely dark barren road. We had to have someone somehow revive the car (it was alarmed and refused to start when tripped) so we could drive it the 5 hours back to my place. And this being the holidays, we had to hope someone at the apartment was available to let us in.
In hindsight, I calculate the rough odds of all three things happening at slightly over 1%, give or take. And somehow, all three things happened. We were thrilled to make it back into the apartment the very next day and that everything went right when hardly anything ever does. It was, I hate to say, near miraculous.
I have had a pessimistic view of my chances of success at business here -- having come here to this state because I simply chose it, with no friends or family here, never having been here before, not knowing the culture and the vibe -- I again, roughly estimated my chance of success, at least sustainability, at 40%. That is, 60% likely to fail. Its as high as 40% because I feel I have a good portfolio of work, you can see some of it in the video above of the pretty girls.
As I've gone day by day, I've had to work through my feelings of impending doom to have the energy to press on, do the work that needs to be done, spend the money that needs to be spent, draw that money, painfully, out of my IRA retirement funds. My feelings tell me this is hopeless; I'm purely spinning my wheels and I will surely fail.
But just today, I calculated those holiday incident odds of success. I guessed about 1% chance of success that EVERYTHING would go right, and yet... it did. I was way way off. Perhaps we were lucky, very lucky. Perhaps I was very wrong.
So I look at my 40% chance of business success looking into this year... and I think... I've succeeded with far worse odds than this.
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Most terrifying experience everEntry Added: Dec-16-2013 By: Saros
I'm pretty square and at age 49 I have never done an illegal drug in my life. A person I met a few weeks ago offered me half a pot cookie last night. And at this age I hardly give a fuck about anything so I figured why not. See what all the shit is about. And here's my experience --
At first nothing happened; I started off with a quarter. Figuring she'd gotten ripped off on the stale $10 cookie, I had another quarter. I was starting to laugh but I figured I was psyching myself into laughing and I was just being a dick, so I sobered up. But then I did notice that I was having trouble finishing sentences. And I thought that was pretty funny. I was trying to describe what was going on but I got lost half way through my thought. I asked my friend to write down what I was trying to say. To her credit, she was able to write my thoughts while under the influence when I could neither finish my thoughts nor even see the paper. We were both laughing very hard by then.
I have a bad memory in general, and it felt like it was shortening even more, to the distance between me starting a sentence to about half way through the sentence at which point I'd forget what I was saying.
That time kept getting shorter and shorter and then I started to get scared because I was losing the ability to think at all. I started to suspect something was very wrong and I remember turning to my friend in horror and asking very accusingly WHAT DID YOU GIVE ME?! Roughly about as I said that a flurry of images happened about the same time -- she became two people, both with a very chilling, sinister grin, and my thoughts, my mind, my psyche, as my mind's thinking time kept getting shorter and shorter collapsed down what I can only describe as a "white" black hole, and then my consciousness was basically a small pale orange square taking up 1/4 of a white quadrant. It felt like for a brief moment I was 1/4 conscious. All this happened roughly at the same time and I was totally terrified so I got up and I have a vague memory that I screamed in terror, which she later confirmed.
And then the most chilling moment of all -- I was absolutely convinced that she had drugged me with the intent to steal from me or murder me. I saw the room waving as if I was dizzy, just tilting back and forth and I saw her get up from her seat smiling like she was going to kill me. I was utterly sure that she was going to do it and that I would be murdered brutally and hidden somewhere, perhaps under floorboards. I think I might have cried knowing that I was truly going to die, helplessly and vulnerable.
When my mind came back she was standing on the far end of the room. I was scared to look at her; when I did dare to, she was a double image -- a blurry shadow, and a sinister woman scrutinizing me as if to decide if and when to kill me. She offered me water and I said I didn't want it -- I didn't want to be further poisoned. But she said I would want it so I tried to watch the shadow walk around and slowly put the glass of water on the table and retreat again.
She said I was safe, that I was in a safe place and that made me feel better. I was at this point standing trembling uncontrollably, supporting myself against two chairs. I had wanted to run away but I wasnt sure how to leave, how to call the cops, or if I would be assaulted trying to leave by some unseen assailants. So I just stood there and when she asked if she could come closer I begged her to stay away. I was terrified of her and of being attacked. I stood there trembling for what seemed a very long time. She stayed standing on her end of the room and asked me things... asked me about photography, and about other things. Her questions allowed me some distraction to pull myself slightly away from full on panic and concentrate on sort of answering her questions. I knew she was trying to help at the same time I knew I needed to try to answer her questions because it helped me stay sort of "grounded" from completely losing my mind, or feeling like I was. My heart was racing very badly, and I felt if I didn't die from being attacked, or from sheer terror, it could possibly be from heart failure.
After some time she said she needed to go to the bathroom in the basement. Oh man, I was terrified. I thought she might be going to get something horrible to kill me with. But she asked my permission to go because she had to use the bathroom. So I said ok, go. And she left. And I was alone in the room. And I remained terrified but an additional rising panic now was -- what if she didn't come back? What if she was waiting for me to fall asleep in order to kill me? What if she came back with others. And she seemed to be taking a VERY long time to come back.
She told me later she almost decided to go to sleep. Holy fuck that would made me go utterly insane. I would have probably run out of the house and ended up under a bush somewhere, exposed to the elements. Thankfully she almost startled me as she suddenly appeared, alone. She went back to her corner and we stood like that for a long time. My mouth had gotten insanely dry and that gave me a little bit of trust that maybe she wasn't trying to kill me, maybe she was trying to help which was why she gave me the water. I drank it but it didn't help. And every time I looked at the glass its water level was at a completely random point -- sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes in the middle, with no discernible sequence.
Time was playing odd tricks, and frankly she wasn't helping, probably because she was pretty baked herself. I asked her a number of times what she gave me; she insisted it was only pot. I asked her if I would come back to normal because I couldn't live if this state of mind was permanent, she said yes, I was just over-reacting. I asked how long it takes and she said 5 minutes. I asked that a number of times and every time she said 5 minutes. I was getting panicked that my reality was starting to repeat itself. But she had lost track of time too. Even my thoughts and time were becoming discretized rather than continuous -- like my reality was expressing itself in 1/4 second chunks, like stop motion photography. Too short a time to think; before you could process what you saw, you were onto the next frame, constantly off balance trying to connect and make sense of reality but being hopelessly behind. Moreover they weren't even chronologically correct -- reality itself, and my thoughts, were streaming by in stop motion OUT OF SEQUENCE. Words and thoughts were chopped up like in a food processor and delivered randomly and out of sync.
I was feeling very disturbed, very anxious, but was starting to trust that maybe she wasn't going to kill me. Before I knew it she was standing next to me holding my hand and apologizing. She kept asking if I wanted to go lie down and I MOST CERTAINLY NOT ready for that. I was afraid of what that might be, or of throwing up because I felt queasy. After awhile I had calmed down enough that I agreed. I was tired enough that I fell asleep pretty quickly, deciding that if they killed me now, I was pacified enough that I didn't care as much.
And today I woke up, still woozy, but well past the absolute mortal terror I felt. She apologized profusely saying she didn't know how strong it was and not accounting for my never having tried it before. I was still questioning my reality this morning because it had gotten so badly fucked with last night that I still wasn't fully sure what was real and what was a hallucination.
So when someone says you can't OD from pot, oh fuck yes you can. That was a horrific experience that evidently is not all that uncommon. I don't ever want to experience that shit AGAIN FFS.You need to be registered in order to add comments!
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