Left eye car crash

Round 1, Pick 26 - Graham Barton, C, Duke:
NFL: The Buccaneers fortify the offensive line with an experienced player who offers position flexibility. His elite presence on the interior should help elevate the run game and keep Baker Mayfield upright.
CBS Sports: A. This is a great pick. They have major issues at center and a question at left guard and he can play both. I love this pick. Barton will move inside from tackle, but he can play there in a pinch too.
ESPN: The Bucs got their top pick of an interior offensive lineman in Barton, who can immediately step in to fill the void left by center Ryan Jensen's retirement. While all but four of Barton's offensive snaps over the last three seasons have come at left tackle -- where he allowed just one sack in 2023 and two in 2022 -- he played 446 snaps at center as a freshman, which is his most natural fit and what caught the Bucs' eye. He plays with a great base, a good anchor and a "nasty temperament" that the Bucs' front office covets.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: Likes his coffee hot and water cold which is actually reasonable.
Round 2, Pick 57 - Chris Braswell, DE, Alabama:
NFL: It's not often that a player with two college starts lands inside the top 60 picks, but Braswell did emerge last season as a jack of all trades for the Crimson Tide. At the very least, he could be a terrific special-teamer, but the Bucs likely hope to develop Braswell's pass-rush arsenal and squeeze even more out of his terrific athletic profile.
CBS Sports: A+. Had early RD2 grade on this outside rusher. Length, methodical pass-rush moves, deceptive power. Very productive generating pressure at Alabama. Sets a sturdy edge. A need in the post Shaq Barrett era.
ESPN: While the Bucs did sign Randy Gregory in free agency, he'll likely wind up being more of a rotational player opposite second-year edge YaYa Diaby. What they've needed is a replacement for Shaquil Barrett, who departed for the Miami Dolphins in free agency. Braswell's three forced fumbles in 2023 were tied for the most in the SEC, while his 42 pressures were the third most in the SEC. His eight sacks were tied for the fifth most in the SEC after having 2.5 sacks from 2020 to 2022. He also had 53 coverage snaps in 2023, which Todd Bowles does ask of his edge rushers. Braswell played 41 games with Crimson Tide but only made two starts, both of which came last season.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: He only likes the yellow part of the gummy worm.
Round 3, Pick 89 - Tykee Smith, S, Georgia:
NFL: Smith has a Mike Edwards-like projection, so it's easy to see why the Bucs took Smith here, in the same range they drafted Edwards in 2019. Although Smith is undersized and not an elite athlete, he has the nose for the ball and enough special-teams value to be a contributor in Year 1.
CBS Sports: B-. Slot defender / safety hybrid closer to slot CB size but doesn’t have those quicks. Surprisingly powerful hitter at his size and plays with a lot of conviction when tracking the football. Super-smart in coverage. Reads QB’s in a flash which helps him play faster than his timed speed.
ESPN: The Bucs see Smith as a nickel, and he played 80% of snaps in the slot with Bowles keeping a close watch on the UGA program, where his son, Troy, plays. They started undrafted free agent rookie Christian Izien last year and signed Tavierre Thomas in free agency, but their secondary as a whole needs more takeaways, which is where Smith comes in. His four interceptions in 2023 were tied for the third most in the SEC. He was also one of three FBS players with four or more interceptions and two or more sacks in 2023 alongside Michigan's Mike Sainristil and UNLV's Cameron Oliver.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: Ribs. This man loves ribs. Cannot get enough ribs!
Round 3, Pick 92 - Jalen McMillan, WR, Washington:
NFL: A smooth-moving slot or outside receiver, McMillan returned from injury to help the Huskies make it all the way to the national title game. He has big mitts, good hands and more juice than he's sometimes given credit for. This is a really nice weapon to add to the Bucs' WR room.
CBS Sports: B+. Crafty, complete wideout with a trademark trait. Runs quality routes. Adequate separation. Not a burner. Not slow. Tracks it with good concentrations. Not a huge YAC type nor someone who thrives when leaping for the football in traffic. Robert Woods type with a bit more juice.
ESPN: The Bucs declined No. 3 wide receiver Russell Gage's option this year, and he was released. Mike Evans will also be 31 and Chris Godwin enters the third and final year of his contract, worth $20 million per year. McMillan can line up inside or outside but 33 of his 45 receptions came out of the slot in 2023, and he caught six passes out of the backfield. He's also a master of the post route. His six touchdown catches on post routes since 2022 are tied for the most in the FBS, while his 253 receiving yards on post route concepts since 2022 are the 10th most in the FBS.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: Still willing to try and get the band back together.
Round 4, Pick 125 - Bucky Irving, RB, Oregon:
NFL: Bucky to the Bucs keeps the run on Ducks going. He's not terribly fast but can get up to max speed quickly and might end up as a decent complement to Rachaad White, even if they do similar things well.
CBS Sports: A. Bad testing figures - - despite reasonable speed - - but one of the most elusive, hard-to-corral RBs over the last few drafts. Smaller stature. Decent contact balance too. Weapon in the receiving game, and of course, out in space. Fun addition.
ESPN: The Bucs have had the league's worst rushing attack over the last two seasons (82.9 yards per game) and wanted to bolster competition. Irving is 5-9 and 192 pounds and ran a 4.55 40-yard dash at the NFL combine -- 14th among 20 running backs. While his testing was not great, the tape shows production. He topped 1,000 rushing yards in each of his two seasons at Oregon, including 1,180 with 11 touchdowns in 2023. He broke or evaded an FBS-high 144 tackles since 2022, and he had 896 rushing yards between the tackles in 2023, averaging 7.1 yards per rush. His 56 receptions last season led all FBS running backs.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: He once ate an 8 layer peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Round 6, Pick 220 - Elijah Klein, OG, UTEP:
NFL: With 55 college starts and good length, Klein has a chance to make it in Tampa. He's stiff and might be an inside-only blocker, however.
CBS Sports: C. Smooth operator at guard. Quality run-blocking abilities. Opens the gate too soon in pass pro and not ultra experienced there. Not many true sets in college.
ESPN: The Bucs didn't re-sign Matt Feiler or Aaron Stinnie, who both started at left guard last season. Along with Cody Mauch, they finished with a combined 70.2% run blocking win rate among guards -- 16th in the league last year. None of them finished in the top 50 in pass block win rate either. The Bucs did sign free agent Sua Opeta from the Philadelphia Eagles, and Klein will compete with those two. Klein allowed 1.3% pressures at UTEP and in 45 games, he allowed four sacks with a 1.6% blown run block rate. In 2023, he allowed one sack all season.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: Always wondered how Raymans hands worked if he doesn’t have arms.
Round 7, Pick 246 - Devin Culp, TE, Washington:
NFL: Culp shocked a few people when he ran a 4.47-second 40-yard dash, but his 230-pound frame figures to limit his role quite a bit. Even so, Culp improved each college season and has some unrealized potential as an H-back.
CBS Sports: B+. Smaller, speedster H-back TE type. Was very underutilized at Washington but flashed when given the opportunity. Made some impressive snags in traffic. Not much YAC-wise but can run away from second-level defenders if given space.
ESPN: The Bucs' 502 combined yards from tight ends last year was third worst, and they needed to bolster competition at the position. At 6-3 and 231 pounds, Culp ran a 4.47s 40-yard dash at the scouting combine, which was the fastest among tight ends this year. But he'll need to improve as an in-line blocker, which is where his size is a concern. He's also had some drops with six (8.8% drop rate) in 28 games.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: Has soft hands… both ON and OFF the field.

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for all your feedback on the last version. I haven’t changed too much except for the last blurb paragraph which I think is hookier now and I hope solves the problem of not explaining how the story could have sexual prose. I also removed a paragraph from my first three hundred. I hope this version works better now, but please let me know if not.
Dear [AGENT],
Because you like [personalization], I hope you’ll be interested in PHOEBE, my 85,000 word upmarket women’s novel that explores cultural identity and a complicated friendship between two Vietnamese-Americans as they navigate their first years of womanhood.
When twenty-eight year old Phoebe drops out of grad school and gets arrested for assaulting a police officer, the only person she has left to call is her adoptive sister, Gigi.
Phoebe doesn’t have any other family left. After her father killed himself the morning of her high school graduation, her mother drove her across the country to stay with a family friend in Southern California and disappeared. For years, Phoebe was content following Gigi around, even attending college just to stay near her. But when Gigi decided to move away for dental school in San Francisco, Phoebe’s life began its downward spiral.
The day Gigi comes to pick her up, Phoebe is shocked to discover that Gigi is hiding a pregnancy and eloping with a man Phoebe has never met. Without other options, Phoebe soon finds herself moving in with Gigi, Gigi's rich new husband, and their infant son in the moneyed suburb of Arcadia. But Gigi and her husband are always passive-aggressively arguing, and Gigi’s dissatisfaction with motherhood is clear.
In the court mandated therapy sessions following her arrest, Phoebe is forced to recall the trauma she experienced growing up as an immigrant’s child in the Midwest and confront how her loneliness and need for love wrecked the decisions she’s made. Meanwhile, Gigi uncovers a secret about Phoebe’s mother that could change both of their lives.
With flashback cuts similar to the film Challengers (2024), PHOEBE combines the sexual prose and psychological musings of MILK FED by Melissa Broder with the exploration of generational trauma in BANYAN MOON by Thao Thai.
First 300 (again for context, Phoebe refers to Gigi by her full name, Regina. There are Gig POV chapters as well.)
Regina says my worst trait is how paranoid and judgemental I am. She thinks that I’m always looking over my shoulder, waiting for the next terrible thing to happen, and that I only see the worst in people. She’s not wrong. But unlike her, I haven’t had the sort of life that begets beauty and easy fortune. Every good thing that has ever happened to me was just another suffering in disguise.
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I don’t have to look down at the screen to know it’s Ishaan. It’s been nearly a year since I last saw him, and the same amount of time since I last responded to him. In some messages, he’s worried about me. In others, he’s saying he wants to clear the air, apologize for what happened between us. We need to talk is the most common sequence of words I get. I know he’ll tell me it was all a misunderstanding, but I’m tired of not knowing who to believe, him or my own eyes.
I don’t have his number saved anymore, but I know all the digits that make it up. If you scrambled up all the numbers in a big bag, I could dig them out and place them in back order. Regina says I should just block him and move on, but how can I? He is the monster that I wrought with my own hands. A meat-eating, prospect destroying, body snatching narcissist who was once a sweet twelve-year old boy I could’ve loved but ruined instead.

I'd like to preface I'm not car savvy at all (so please bare with this post) and having car issues is honestly the last thing I need right now.
I took my vehicle to get serviced on Saturday at a well known tire repair shop because my TPMS light kept turning on for a specific tire. I left the vehicle there for about an hour and got a text saying the car was done so I went to retrieve it. I arrived at the shop and an employee asked me if I had any issues with my car battery or anything with the car prior to bringing it in. I said no, which the employee proceeds to tell me the car won't turn on and they can't reverse it out the bay.
A back story: My bf lost my keys in an outdoor shopping area a few years ago and we had no choice but to call a locksmith after waiting for security to hell is locate the keys. He had to reprogram a new key (w/o a fob), but luckily at home I had a spare. We never reprogrammed the spare fob key, so I use both (the fob to unlock/lock the car, and the regular key to turn on the ignition).
Before I handed my keys prior to being serviced, I told the technician about my key situation so he understood the instructions about it. When I went to retrieve the car, one of the other techs had a jumper and from the window I can see them force starting the car with the spare key that wasn't program. So he tells the guy trying to start it to use the other key and the car turns on but then the shift gear apparently gets stuck. Eventually they were able to unlock the gear from the shift lock and I was able to drive home.
I decide to use my car again that afternoon, and the check engine light appears. My OBD reader read the code P0722.
If anyone can give me any insight on this because prior to this day, its just weird my car decided to do all this after getting it from the tire repair shop. I'm pretty good with maintaining my vehicle and even the slightest noise it makes I get it diagnosed right away, idk how something like this happens. Lastly, I have one of my dad's friend who is a mechanic and is looking into my car and seeing if it's something he is able to do, but I just don't wanna give up so easily right now.

From Christopher Alvarez's article:
There are rumors that a hotel security guard was fired for letting me wait inside the hotel instead of leaving me out to freeze. I believe this is true, and I feel bad. I'm sorry to him and his family. Good people doing good things out of the kindness of their hearts should not be condemned, and The Mark Hotel should reassess who they put at the top of the chain. (The Brooklyn Eaglle has reached out to The Mark Hotell for comment and will update with their response.)
EbonyPrince2k24 kept telling us us to look into 7/27/23. I went and found this from the legal filing:
June 27, 2023: At approximately 8:30PM, the Defendant and three other males gathered across the street from the Hotel on 77th Street. They began to chant “The Mark has mice” and “The Mark helped Epstein”. The group then proceeded to approach the Restaurant guests seating on the terrace on 77th Street. Security Officer Andrew Dorn put himself between a protester and the guests. At the same time, the Defendant and the other male protesters began taunting Bellman Mr. Timothy Giannakoudis, who called the police. At 9:00PM, police arrived. The police first spoke with protestors. Seargent Joseph (2060) and Officer Simon (21701) then explained that despite the disturbance to our guests, this is a very grey area and there is nothing they can do. The police told the protestors that they are not allowed to stop at guests’ tables, however they are allowed on the sidewalk as long as they keep moving. The group began walking the sidewalks holding up signs and chanting. Security Officer Dorn told the police that the Plaintiff cannot have this while guests are dining. The police spoke to the group again and asked them to go across the street. All police left at approximately 9:10PM. The protestors went across the street, chanting. At 9:15PM, Bellman Giannakoudis removed his personal vehicle from the parking spot in front of the hotel and the protestors moved in front of his car, refusing to move. There was a short standoff with horn honking and one protester accusing Giannakoudis of hitting him, which was not witnessed by anyone. The Defendant’s Cadillac SUV then pulled in right behind Giannakoudis’ car. Giannakoudis said that the SUV hit his car and called the police back. Giannakoudis was asked to not interact with the protestors, and Front Office Manager Dawa took his post. At approximately 10:00PM the police came back and spoke to the group and Giannakoudis.
In the court filing, his name is Theodore Giannakoudis.
On his LinkedIn profile he is Timothy.
On Instagram he is Theo Harry
https://www.instagram.com/theo_harry1981
He has a hyperlink to this website on his profile:
http://greek.com/
An example of the dating sites it redirects to:
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I am sitting in one of the disused but quite beautiful parts of the neighborhood, waiting for it to rain.
The rain has already come and gone, a light rain that left traces of dampness on the pavement – the shade of the spring day darkens, becomes real, which is a comfort because that realness, that feeling of extra substance, comes from the water cycle working the way it's supposed to.
I feel it around my nostrils, on the cheeks of my face near the eyes, like I'm a frog looking up from its pond water, which is a pleasant feeling to sashay around town with. This is the spring we all know, the moisture appearing on my skin after driving miles above the earth ten minutes earlier –
an epic plunge is what we are walking through, but it's already rising again, and let's face it – we live in a cook pot set on media, I mean medium – medium is the setting on the cook pot, which notice is more than a crock. From the frog’s point of view, it is ideal.
From our point of view, standing in the chop of the water cycle, we are soaring in the air – then minutes from now, we might be walking in the clouds, and who knows after that, but this is the context for comings and goings this mid-afternoon – this potential for levitation.
I find a broad and elegant tree stump to sit on and record the concrete. Someday we'll all have concrete recorders but today, we just have me.
The stumps are not indigenous to the property, at least I don't think so, but I'm not exactly sure why I don't think that, given that the facility that occupies the block was once probably a forest with abundant marshy places. The forest went, then some infrastructural evolution played out that upcycled into a world-class performing arts center.
Given that my art, before it is anything, is performative – watch the monkey paint words with a stick – I'm hand-in-glove with the performance of the plaza.
I am sitting in a grove of tree stumps, which automatically brings to mind entropy – we all will die someday, become handsome all-weather furniture that slowly disintegrates – but then the overwhelming pleasantness of the day causes the thought to move on, and the stumps become a moment in time that is also a cross-section of full biography, which is quite a thing to be sitting on, waiting for the rain.
The forecast, which I predict would be one of the more impressive modern achievements to the humans who lived through the ice age – just an opinion. The forecast –
I picture their faces in stunned wonder as weather prediction after weather prediction comes true. The forecast
says there is a one-hundred percent chance of rain later this afternoon, time precise to the quarter hour, but with Doppler weather radar, one can make one's own data-driven prediction about when the rain will start to the nearest few minutes.
Someday we'll wear watches that are nothing but countdown clocks ’til the next time the forecast calls for rain – when the clock reaches the nearest minute, it switches to seconds.
This broad, elegant stump I'm sitting on sets on a bed of gravel which, when it rains, can convince me it is river gravel – pick up a few of the rounded stones, give them a close look for evidence of the past. I briefly imagine
finding the remains of a sauropod, each piece of gravel containing a tiny piece of a single sauropod, which together add up to the most complete sauropod skeleton yet discovered.
The stump is all take and no give, and yet I think I prefer it to popping open a lawn chair – the imperviousness of the stump being conducive to recording the concrete.
My backside is about eighty-years wide, which is older than my age, which inspires thoughts about backing into predestination, at least where just sitting around on a fine spring day is concerned. Like a bump on a log in a way, and let's face it – the concrete doesn't get much more concrete than that. A splashing sound
comes from the page. I scan the paper like it’s the sky, and I'm waiting for an aerial firework to open, then I find the spot of rain splashed across the phrase think so – think so, is the phrase – which is followed by a second raindrop, this one hitting the word water, causing the ink to run a little.
A one-hundred percent chance – does that even make sense? I picture a barrel of rain, rolling across the plains. Perhaps we should feel lucky for being visited by such a probability – possibly years before it rolls around again.
Rain will undoubtedly fall at this time, we say to our ice-age guests, and they will hold up the one hand like it's rain, hold up the other like it's time, weigh the two sides side-by-side maybe, maybe invent that gesture where the dancer holds both palms above their heads, lifts them up and down like they're raising the roof.
Still, I'm not sure they'll really understand all those computer models, wrapping themselves around big-data projects involving sensors and rain gauges deployed across the land, starting centuries ago. Science raised the roof, we might say, at least as far as weather prediction is concerned.
I sense the rain not exactly letting up, retreat to the interior of the performing arts center after taking a few notes.
Along part of the gravel is a long puddle of water from the overnight rain, and I would need but a few fish bones or raccoon tracks to believe the whole thing was situated beside a river, the sort of gravel bed surging with snow melt earlier in the season.
This being the Midwest, higher elevations are usually metaphorical, metaphorical before they are anything else, and I think about the campus surging with graduates this past weekend, the landscape of human potential, in all directions, inundated by them.
Inside now, I see a balloon bouquet along one wall of the concourse, with gold Mylar affirmation – The Best Is Yet to Come! – floating on the end of a ribbon.
A one-hundred percent chance of rain – imagine telling all those graduates, you have a one-hundred percent chance of finding love within a fortnight. Call it a graduation gift, then imagine all those rain gauges quivering in their brackets at the thought of measurements certain to be made, collated, used to improve the algorithms that animate the global gods of rain.
At the far end of the concourse, a lady is teaching a gentleman how to dance – they aren’t touching, aren’t even facing each other – side-by-side – and I hear her call out the moves, move-by-move.
Maybe he’s an actor and she’s going over a certain bit of choreography for an upcoming production. Maybe he’s a restless spirit, and she’s teaching him the art of haunting.
That ghost forest in the gravel outside is adjacent to one of the busiest intersections on campus, and yet, turn your back to it, and it becomes just another element in the stopping and starting of the cosmos.
I could see to either end of the block from that broad, elegant tree stump I was sitting on without really being seen from the street which, along with a lush stand of grass in a nearby raised garden bed, brings to mind the wide-open prairie from centuries past.
I picture deer bounding over golden rod. I picture foxes negotiating cone flowers.
The interior of the performing arts center is designed around the premise of potential – four theaters in league with the cardinal directions, plus a blindingly white amphitheater and a low stage in the concourse itself, where they hand out complimentary spliffs and pass around community bongs during free upbeat life-affirming musical programs, attended by folks after the workday is over, plus a helping of retirees.
Okay, not grass but alcohol, but you get the point – people enjoy shindigs now and then. The lady and gentleman are out of sight, but she’s still giving direction – I can hear their back and forth somewhere around the curve in the wall,
which might stand for the passing of time. I imagine myself performing the pasodoble – no, I take it back. I imagine myself performing the pasodoble – no, I take it back! For real this time! I imagine myself destroying the pasodoble – no, god, my boot heels! The planks on the floor! I take it back!
The sun returns, so I pick up my things, head back out to that secluded space, spend a few minutes admiring the resoundingly designed program of the building.
Preformed white concrete panels are suspended twelve feet off the ground to establish the roof of the entrance. Ninety-degree angles abundantly in evidence. Brick pixelates the angled outer walls with the stuff of the earth. Ultra-high resolution, they call it around the masonic lodge.
Someone in the amphitheater is having their photo taken by a professional – everyone loves to do photo shoots there. She is wearing dark knee socks, a navy jumper and a blue bowl haircut, or maybe it’s a wig – I can’t tell from here. I picture anime or promotional material for this fine spring day.
A squirrel bounds through the grass – then poses in front of me, paws together, as though summoning oration.
A robin alights on the stone cladding of the raised beds, begins to stand exclusively on its left leg. The leg is angled under the center of mass – it’s a practiced move.
No one knows why the American robin does this – maybe it’s like bird meditation, though the memory of the American robin is so specifically extraordinary when it comes to navigation and geospecific locations that effectively, at the sensual level on up, it is living in a reality separate from our own, so who knows what meditation might mean.
They can see the magnetic fields of the earth in their eyes using a protein called cryptochrome, which reacts to magnetism. Cryptochrome – like something from the Marvel universe.
Maybe when the American robin stands on its left leg, it’s spacing out to the daytime reality of solar storms, the whole environment all aflutter with a phenomenology of waves passing around the material world.
The robin and the squirrel go their separate ways, and I feel the temperature drop – ah, me! the pasodoble! – as the next part of the front crosses campus.
A peel of thunder indicates the breaking of the sound barrier by means of electromagnetism and the displacement of gasses. Electromagnetic properties experience disequilibrium as a kind of earthquake in the sky that causes the air to vibrate in an awe-inspiring way – the sound magnetic fields make when they rearrange themselves in a gaseous atmosphere.
We are fluid dwellers, through and through, we humans and mammals and reptiles and amphibians and lichen gnawing on patches of the plaza’s concrete. Maybe from the standpoint of the atmosphere, land is just one big coral reef.
When that perfect destiny began to drop rain, the sound at first was curious, expectant – an all-squinty-eyed-and-kissy-faced sort of rain began to fall that grew into a snowy hum that seemed to have a simple song playing inside it, like someone playing a ukulele in the room next door, singing along.
The gig carries on for twenty minutes or so – an opening act – before the rain begins to march double time through the streets – barely soldiers even when they were soldiers.
Less tactic and more matador, this rain storm, and its boot heel crashes down on the planking of the still-lovely spring day. These magnetic storms are not
for war making, nor fighting bulls, nor even for entertaining that cosmic bird called the American robin. What are they for then?
American robins also configure their flight by the stars, by remembering features on the land, by creating mental maps of it all.
And they swim with both grace and endurance, as they navigate this liquid world, this concrete way of life.
In the moment, they are roosting in a tree, observing the silver magnetic waves marching through the streets. Made of what? The pasodoble! Concrete.

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Todays dream, it starts with “bomb night” a bar deal night me & my friends call it “bomb night” me, L, D, & maybe? (B)?, (& N potentially came)?, Anyways I end up waking up at my “fathers” house a white man, (by that point I’m not sure if I was me anymore (both my parents are black, so am I (lightskin) & I still was in my dream, I might’ve gotten kidnapped from bomb night), that man was a “mad scientist” or something of the ilk, that was my first thought at least, well maybe not mad but definitely pursuing perfection of some sort (maybe humanity), or again something of the ilk bare with me heh. I believe he did something to me & the others there, there was dark skin girl (with the face of one of my high school crushes, I met her somewhere in between my first - third blackout I think) she even had the same name of the same old HS crush of mine who she looked like, (Jasmine), there was another lightskin kid who was taller than me (unsure of his name) & my… my son (I don’t have any kids in real life), idk his name or his mother but for some reason I knew he was mine, don’t remember making him but… he had some of my features, apparently he was conceived with an unknown mother during one of my blackouts, he never called jasmine mom, she was the only girl that I saw around my own age there & for some reason I accepted the fact that she was his mother unsure why, I just felt it was her, (in this dream he goes from around 3 years old when I first meet him to probably 7 - 10 years old by the end), not sure how long I was there for, because I don’t remember arriving there, I blacked out during “bomb night” & when I woke up, I just was there, I’m not sure how much time had passed, these weren’t normal in dream blackouts where you wake up after either, (it’s like I was repeatedly getting knocked out) when I awoke from my second blackout (unsure if it was the 2nd or like the fiftieth) that’s when I found I had a son (he was a normal boy when I first met him,) & when I woke up from my 3rd blackout that’s when he had been turned into a superhuman, yes he had powers, super strength & speed I believe, (by that point me & jasmine had our own room gifted to us & we lived together (we may have been bf & gf or husband & wife) “father” did that for some reason… Now that I think about it I might’ve have already been turned into one as well (a superhuman) by that time, or even an android of some kind, the details are… weird & I’m a little foggy on all of it, (I JUST had this dream) we lived in some super mansion but it was also the work place for “fathers” company, I’m not sure what the company did but they had a LOT of construction vehicles, whatever he did to me fundamentally changed my critical thinking as well, (& not in a bad way), but for some reason I had the urge to escape, (when I woke up… nvm we’ll get there later), at one point I asked him to make me a superhuman like he did my “son” ((who referred to him as grandpa & me father), (still unsure of when he was birthed or even made) Jasmine may have been his mother, but he was too lightskin in my opinion to be her son or maybe he was brownskin (still foggy on the dream memories) & she was darkskin so idk, Im still unsure how he was even mine unless “father” created him solely from my blood, or made him using me & jasmine while I was unconscious, which is why it’s starting to seem more & more like he really let me go, whatever he needed/wanted from me… he must’ve gotten, anyways I asked him to make me superhuman & he denied me, but the tall lightskin kid & my son were both superhumans, one day as me & the tall… let’s call him Jay, as me & Jay where plotting our escape one day, he (Jay) flicked his finger & some power bar type thing appeared on my wrist not sure what it did but it stayed on my hand without disappearing even after I managed to “escape”, (let me not forget before I left a white woman was there as well & by instinct I knew to call her mother, (she even sounded like my own, & told me to eat all my chicken in the microwave right before I escaped (she didn’t know I was escaping I think…, they might’ve actually all known jasmine included, we said we loved each other before I left (me & jasmine) but the way she said it was… off she 100% didn’t mean it) eventually me & Jay (tall lightskin kid) decided to escape, sadly I took too long gathering my things, (or that’s what he told me when I arrived outside of the mansion which now thinking about it… was odd, (I think everyone in the mansion was in on it, & I was programmed to escape or something, to accomplish a wish or something of “fathers” but idk what) so he (Jay) was unable too in his words, & by that point for some reason I had this urging feeling that I needed to go that day, I NEEDED to escape, so I hopped in the nearest forklift when we got oustide, Jay tried to go back into the mansion but the doors where locked, which “mother had told me would happen right before I left the inside after I said goodbye to Jasmine, (my son was leading some seemingly rich black bald guy around the super mansion house, when I sortve… ran him over & mightve killed him on my way out, (the rich guy not my son) unsure I just heard him screaming as I ran him over with the small forklift type vehicle, but long story not so short I escaped the maze which was outside the mansion, not gonna lie it was one of those well decorated plant mazes, it looked great, Jay (the tall LS kid) told me that was where he’d fail, & that it was the most difficult part, (which is why I believe they let me go, it was all too easy… way too easy to escape from the man I called “father” who was creating superhumans & pursuing something he did something to me, & idk how long he kept me there, but it was definitely years, (I only saw him (“father”) 2-3 times during the whole ordeal), I only clocked that after I woke up, inside the dream it only felt like a few days (probably due to the insane amount of times I blacked out I have NO idea what was happening when I was unconscious in my dream, the black outs where like real life black outs, your eyes close & it feels like a second passes than you open them & the scenes change, but for some reason I knew I was getting knocked out, this was a 5pm to 10:50 pm nap, 5 hrs & 50 min but this dream…. It was different, even more different than the crazy dreams I write down to remember for the hell of it, I remember feeling ecstasy when I escaped & than I woke up, but after waking up & analysing everything it all seems off… & the dream itself was far, far too realistic, I knew it was a dream, subconsciously I knew, but normally when ik somethings a dream I wake up, before i can start doing crazy stuff cuz ik it’s a dream, but this time I didn’t wake up… OH!!, & I forgot about the barefoot snow part & the part where I actually got to know jasmine, (lol let’s call it the jasmine arc) she was slightly different to my old hs crush jasmine, she was younger than when I met her, oh & ik I was there for a long time maybe years because I only went outside TWICE, & the first time it was covered in snow, & the second time it could’ve been any of the other three seasons sides winter idk, & after the blackouts for some reason I knew I was waking up (months at minimum years at a maximum) “months” later, (again these weren’t normal blackouts), “father” was for sure experimenting on me, (probably how I woke up with a mystery son lol), I wanna see this as just a dream, but a feeling tells me it’s much… much more than that, maybe a warning? A precognition? Or just to inform me that I escaped something in real life. This one just didn’t feel normal at all it was so detailed, when I walked through the snow barefoot to help jasmine do something (during her mini arc) it felt real, I felt the chill of the snow on my bare feet, but it didn’t bother me how it does when I do it in real life just for the fun of it, I was composed & relaxed, even as I was escaping & potentially killed a guy, I was too calm & composed as if everything that happened was just supposed to, If anyone see’s this & can help me make sense of it, it’d be appreciated, ik dreams are supposed to have meaning but what does this mean? Who the hell did I escape from??

My boyfriend (27) and I (20) are in a decently long term relationship, about 1.5 years. We live together and have a very trusting relationship. We have one another's passwords and never feel the need to go through/on each other’s phones, and if we do it's because we're searching something up or scrolling through social media. Tonight, I was just randomly on his phone scrolling through instagram and decided to scroll through random settings and see random comments he's left on posts and pictures he's l etc. I see where it says recent links and I click o. that and he has clicked an only fans link on may 1st and may 4th. Same girl/account in both. In our relationship we agreed to only have eyes for one another which means no porn, no only fans, no talking to people who are interested in us etc. In all of our time together I never felt the need to not trust him but that was very unsettling for me to see considering May 4th is my birthday. I brought this up with him and he denied it and said that it was probably a spam account he blocked but that doesn't make sense. How would it appear on two different days if you're claiming to block it. And then I tried to look more at his phone and he took it from me and wouldn't let me look. I think walked out of anger. He then shows me his blocked list and it's all only fans models/bots and I feel kinda weird about. Maybe he did block them for that reason but what if he may be using the blocked feature to look at them daily and I wouldn't know about it? I started yelling at him because I didn’t believe him. I don't know if I'm overthinking this because I kind of feel like an asshole now but it’s just weird that it would be the same exact account on two different days. And I’m assuming it would probably delete the account and wouldn’t show up there if it was blocked , like he said.

I’m based in Sacramento County in California. I got an under 21 dui in August 2023, crashed my car (just me involved) and got the year suspension which started Dec. 2023 (DMV hearing got pushed back). Well I anticipate my final hearing to be this June 12. At that point I know I will have my license suspended for a year from June 12. By Dec. 2024 my license suspension by the DMV will be up but my court suspension won’t be up til June 2025. Can I apply for a restricted license after Dec. 2024? My attorney is telling me court won’t take into consideration when when the DMV suspended my license but I’m hoping I can at least ride out the year from December and have a restricted license for to from work til June 2025.

I got an under 21 dui in August 2023, crashed my car (just me involved) and got the year suspension which started Dec. 2023 (DMV hearing got pushed back). Well I anticipate my final hearing to be this June 12. At that point I know I will have my license suspended for a year from June 12. By Dec. 2024 my license suspension by the DMV will be up but my court suspension won’t be up til June 2025. Can I apply for a restricted license after Dec. 2024? My attorney is telling me court won’t take into consideration when when the DMV suspended my license but I’m hoping I can at least ride out the year from December and have a restricted license for to from work til June 2025.

I would like to preface this by saying that I don’t know if my relationship is abusive or not. I don’t know if I’m in the wrong here or not.
I feel like I don’t know anything anymore and my marriage is driving me insane with grief. We live together, and every single time my wife and I argue / disagree, it seems like I do SOMETHING that upsets her so greatly that she stops communicating and takes space. I feel lucky if it’s as simple as that. Often the space comes after her calling me selfish, rolling her eyes, huffing and puffing while I try to talk to her, purposefully looking away from me or being on her phone, etc.
The crux of the argument here is my anxiety. I have fucking horrible anxiety and I ask her every single day how she feels, if she’s upset, if things are okay, etc. I do this for a long list of reasons, but the chief one is that when we started dating, she used the silent treatment without warning. That’s a huge deal for me from a previous relationship. I thought we had gotten to a point where the silent treatment wasn’t an option with her, but the more I think of our past arguments, the more that her “taking space” feels like a workaround for it.
Today, we had a huge blowout fight. According to her, my anxiety is wearing on her greatly and makes her feel exhausted and tired, both emotionally and physically. We set up a thing where we talk about my anxiety at the end of the day instead of throughout the day. We tried it for one day: Yesterday. Today, I asked for her permission to talk about something immediately and she said yes. It didn’t take 5 minutes before she got upset that I was cutting her off mid-sentence. I apologized for it and tried to hear her out. The argument escalated from there and she never became less upset. I tried to talk over and over, trying to ask her to communicate, but eventually I was met with eye rolls, sighs, her looking away, and being on her phone.
I told her I felt like that was being disrespectful and that it hurt, and then she said nothing and eventually got up and walked out of the room. I followed and reiterated what I felt. She said nothing again and eventually said to leave her alone and that she wanted space. I felt really hurt by the fact that she never acknowledged her actions that I brought up and felt disrespected by. I tried to say this and then she told me I wasn’t listening to her request for space and that I was being selfish and not listening to her. That hurt even more because all I wanted was for her to acknowledge something that hurt me!
She was correct that I didn’t give her space when she asked. I felt like it was completely unfair to be so dismissive during a conversation and then expect me to just not be hurt by it. I kept talking to her and she said “I acknowledge it.” and “Sorry.” in a completely sarcastic, bitter tone, and then told me “I apologized, I don’t know what else you want.”
Normally, when she wants space, there is an implicit agreement that it will last a maximum of three hours. Today, she said “I’m not talking to you today.” I asked her to try to stick to what we agreed on, but she said she wasn’t going to because I didn’t immediately give her space. So now it’s tomorrow. She also said that she may not even want to talk tomorrow and refused to say anything when I asked when I could expect to hear from her again.
Am I going crazy??? Am I some big selfish asshole whose anxiety is ruining everything? Or is it okay for my partner to treat me like this??? I feel like my head is on fire and I have no one else to ask about this.
Please help me! I feel like there are so many little details left out, and I’m really sorry for that, but there’s too much to fit in one post. I’ll answer questions as I go!

Recently my life began to spiral out of control, my fiancé the person I was with for 9 years has cheated on me, kicked me out of our apartment and has spent the last few month blaming me for her behaviors, and mistreating me. I showed up to the apartment one day and she was letting some dude out, and told me to fuck off and leave her the fuck alone. We were still together at this point but I was coming to get the rest of my stuff. I was left a complete mess and drove away, I drove for about an hour crying hysterically. I reached a view up a mountain road I frequent. I parked by myself an just continued to ball my eyes out. I have a revolver and loaded one in, I closed my eyes and spun the cylinder for what felt like ages. Then I pulled the trigger and it just went click... I stayed there and continued to cry for a long time until I built up the courage to head to where I was staying. I haven't spoke this to anyone. Thank you for reading, just to put some minds at ease I did give my gun to a friend to lock up, and now they have me on a suicide watch, but no one knows of my attempt

I am 30M she is 27F. We never officially broke up but things ended January.
Throughout the relationship she continously broke my trust by doing something and lying about it, doing a shady action, etc.
Each time these events happened, I broke communication, said we are done, and went on my way. Then came the flood of letters, texts, love notes, her begging, everything. She would say she loves me and I changed her world. She would call non stop. And promise to work on things. So. I took her back. Each And everytime.
The begging and asking got less and less as I lowered my self worth each time I thought I would be working to increase our trust together.
Then started the next phase of suicide. Anytime something not ok happened and I tried to address it and talk. She would attempt to kill herself. This would include grabbing a knife and locking herself in a room. Attempting to jump off a balcony. Slamming her head on the balcony rail multiple times. Breaking a glass, grabbing a shard, and locking herself in her car and trying to slit her wrists. Even starting panic attacks to knock herself out from lack of oxygen.
I got so afraid. I was left helpless. So I pulled back on bringing up anything that was wrong. When I did even in a subtle way - she would also say she was the worst person ever, and go into a spiral of messages that no one loves her.
Well after all of this I feel she lost love, respect, and interest in me. After 4 years I became an after thought and things ended with her telling me to never call her, text her, or see her again. Out of the blue.
Since then in the start I attempted to reach out and she ignored me for 3 weeks. After that she would breadcrumb me every so often. Every 2-3 weeks she's sent emails saying how I'm the love of her life.
About a week ago she sent me a long message saying that she feels guilt about how she treated me but she just wants the guilt gone.
This week she sent songs saying that she maybe lost the love of her life but she will never open the door again, maybe she will open the window to look at me.
And finally she sent my parents a letter today telling them how appreciative and happy she was to meet them.
It's been so long since we've ended and I feel like I am on the path of recovery but I keep getting destroyed by new things she does. My self worth is gone. She took took it away completely. I go to the gym everyday but don't see how anyone could ever like me.
I just want to escape this hold that she has on my life. I don't know how. I really don't. And it's destroying my life. It's wrecking my future.

We recently purchased my husband’s grandparent’s home a few months ago. Around 1 year ago, there was a single car accident in front of the home involving two (drunk) teens. They crashed into a tree near the street on our property and the car burst into flames. One of their mothers lives on the same street and placed a memorial in front of that tree. It is a big cross (about 4ft) with a picture of the teens and has a spotlight and lights wrapped around it. We are renovating the property so we have not moved in yet, but we went to talk to the mother as we were having that tree trimmed and wanted to ask her to remove the items. We were hoping she would understand that we wanted the entire memorial removed, but she only removed fragile items. She revealed to us that she would not be removing the cross as it’s not going anywhere because she cemented it into the ground. I have never lost a child so I can’t possibly know the pain she’s in, but I don’t understand how she could feel so entitled to do that in front of someone else’s home. We’ve decided to cut down the whole tree since half is burnt which is costing us 1.5k out of our pockets. We’ve spoken to the county about it as we found out it’s technically on their easement and they have confirmed they do not allow roadside memorials but they do not take them down if there is one. However, they said we are able to remove it ourselves if we want. I plan on writing her a letter in hopes she will remove it herself, but I’m questioning if that’s even the right thing to do. I think i’d be the AH since she’s still a grieving mother and maybe this is how she’s able to deal with it. WIBTA for asking her to remove it, or removing the memorial myself if she doesn’t?

I was driving at 5am above the speed limit (nearing 40mph) at a 20mph zone and it was raining lightly and out of the blue a police car was behind me and it flashed its headlights at me.
I dropped my speed limit and eventually after a minute the police car undertook me (I looked at the police car but he did not take his eyes off the road) and then he just indicated right to a side road where the police station was and left.
Was I supposed to follow him? Or will I get a NIP in the post or was him just flashing his headlight a warning to me?

I don't know how to say this, usually, it's the easiest thing for me to say. This time it's hard because, I can't think of many people that will care, or maybe not. due to what I know is becoming more and more inevitable by the day. I can't keep this up. Everything falls apart, my health….. not healthy at all. Not only do I feel it, but it shows. I'm homeless, because talking to one of the 2 people I thought would never betray me, I was wrong about. Not once have I been able to express how I felt how uncomfortable the whole situation made me. She's just get all pissed of. So at first she would take him somewhere during her shift. That feels a little better because I could be home alone or grab an Uber and get the hell out of there overnight I'll invite my own for and over so that I'm not so alone That didn't work out either sorry being at the house all the time I'd wake up to him walking by go to the bathroom because I'm in the living room with a couch he didn't pay for anything he's offer me money for anything for the internet for nothing. A while she reallyreally wanted me to pay half the rent. She wanted us to be able to have the same dynamic Wait not us she wanted to feel like she had the same dynamic she even had the nerve to tell me one night that when I was at home it makes her nervous so she's going to bring Sam over I'm sure that was as big a lie as it was whenever she told me that he was staying somewhere else because I wanted to talk to her about how soon I was going to die. She even blew that off she didn't even look at me the whole time I was trying to explain to her she doesn't didn't even know what I was talking about kept watching her phone and picking it up and finally I said well man if you need to go pick him up go get him before I can even finish the sentence she had the car started. And I tried and kept on trying to be friendly with him and I thought he was friendly with me but then I hear some of the remarks he would make to her and being mad cuz I kept the car but wait I just moved in he doesn't pay anything I had just put gas in that car. My sister never talk to me about any of this. She would just get mad because one day I said something about him shaving his hair and leaving the hair over the bathroom and she rolled her eyes in me and walked off. But my point is who cleans that me. I'd be cleaning the kitchen and you walk up and drop addition sink right in front of me. They're both constantly so high they don't know what they're doing so I guess it's a good thing it's not being there cuz I don't want to get in trouble if you get busted You smell that shit down the driveway. Just progressively worse and then one morning I started getting real upset and so I stopped the internet from working in their room because no one else is ever paid for it. Starving I was nervous to have to go anywhere because she get pissed off or she'd have to wait let me check with him. She blew up on me in the middle of the day mind you we're in Texas it's 85 90°. So she goes outside and start screaming at me and slams the door in my face and locks it and just before she met him she didn't shoot me like that she's kind of standoffish about Corey sometimes but hell. I said some mean things things that I shouldn't have said things that didn't mean I wanted us to be friends again I want her to be my sister before I die! Family shouldn't be like that. So she decided to text my mom that's what got us into the big fight, Mom wouldn't leave me alone. Just kept on and kept on y'all need to work it out every time something was bothering me and I want to talk y'all need to work it out You need to just relax she's under a lot of stress. You're not the easiest to deal with. That feels the best because I don't want my baby sister taking care of me. It's not supposed to be that way I'm supposed to die before she has to do that. So anyways I'm at a friend's now I had chemo last week and God for that friend because that's who got me a chemo and has been keeping the roof of my head while it's storming and I'm suffering. And all this time I'm supposed to just keep kind of keep my head up. She hasn't even tried to reach out oh except for reaching out to say that I took the internet out of the house. I think my biggest fear right now is that. I'm going to live much longer than I'm hoping right now.