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I've just started smoking so I'm still a bit unsure about the price and where to buy cigarettes. I've tried Thang Long but it's too strong for me. Circle K seems to be selling other brands but I was too shy to ask. Which brand do you usually use? I'm also taking recommendations for cheap mint cigarettes. Any help would be greatly appreciated!
I'm in Hanoi btw!

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I was watching a video this morning from a YouTube channel called EconClips. It was about price systems : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xem0BPe3MNU&t=334s
I won't explain it here as this would make things quite long. The point made, as you can expect, is that regulations are bad, free market is good and non-intervention is great. They specifically explained this point using an analogy with innovative vs less innovative farmers.
The implicit assumption in this video is that consumers always act in their best self interest, and in so doing encourage producers from producing more or better, thus lowering prices and/or increasing quality.
The reasoning is of course sound if the axiom "consumers always act in their best self interest" is true. Everybody wants increasing quality, lower prices, more innovative techniques, etc.
But as much as I like austrian economics, ie sound money, free enterprise, etc... I am a bit skeptical of this idea that consumers always act in their best self interest.
Let's take a similar example to the video with farmers.
A group of farmers decide to use chemicals that are very efficient and greatly increase their yield. They can thus lower their prices and flood the market with their cheap cereals. Now the issue is that those chemicals are extremely harmful to humans, but the effects when ingested in small quantities only appears over a long time. The timeframe is still just enough that this is remains a health hazard, meaning you get sick before reaching your average lifespan.
I am doubtful whether consumers, even if made aware (perfect information) of the nature of the products, would prefer buying the more expensive cereals. After all, there is a market for cigarettes and drugs.
What then is the government to do? Spread more awareness through media and propaganda? Directly step in?
I know that those who are libertarians on top of being austrians will tell me that after all, the state has no business telling people what to do with their lives. If they want to poison themselves with cheap cereals, that's their informed decision.
It is also a philosophical dilemma: what is, what determines a consumer's best interest? I do not believe the consumer himself is 100% of the time equipped with the tools to carefully ponder his options nor is he always conscious of his own self interest.
Are experts better suited then? That's pretty much what we have in our societies right now, ie bureaucratic regulations. But bureaucrats can be lobbied and although their job is supposedly to care for the collective, they are corruptible human beings and their interests do not necessarily align with consumers.
Thoughts and opinions?

Kadillac Kirk had been a good friend of mine for several years. I had met him through friends from The Spring Stage; and he never had anything to do with The Imp, which is why he didn’t appear in the Married Mary saga. Mary would have totally thrown herself at him, and Kirk would have definitely “thrown it in her.” He loved the ladies and often remarked that there was no such thing as an unappealing woman, nor was there anything sweeter than finding the pearl of passion in an outwardly plain dame. Fortunately for Kirk, he never met Mary. This was probably fortunate for Mary as well, seeing as Kirk was a confirmed bachelor and his rakish nature might have broken her fat heart.
Kirk was an older guy. Not MOE old, though. He was in his early forties, but he easily passed for a carefree dude in his 30s... not that he lied about his age. I only mention this trait to juxtapose Kirk’s genuine youthful air with Moe’s unconvincing youthful farce. Kirk dressed normally, avoided stupid jargon, and never busted out gimmicks like tarot cards or spells. He just existed, behaved affably, and people liked him for it.
He drove a classic 1962 Cadillac El Dorado convertible with red leather interior, and he lived in a charmingly quaint (and ridiculously expensive) neighborhood. How he made his fortune remained a mystery, but he never bloviated about his wealth. He just threw spectacular parties and people showed up. And, to my knowledge, he never tried to lure women into bed with his money (although I’m sure he got his fair share of boom-boom thanks to his digs and his wheels, even if the gold-diggers denied their monetary agendas).
Kirk was legitimately handsome. He was a drummer, he had a full head of black hair, he was clean-shaven, he worked out, and he knew all the hidden gems in Wellsprings. So why hadn’t I tried... or even desired to date him? I don’t know. I just didn’t feel drawn to him like that. He felt like a cool uncle and he had, thus far, never done anything to change my perception. Plus, the age difference weirded me out a little. Kirk didn’t look forty; but knowing that he had so much more life experience than I did created a power imbalance that would have creeped me out if we’d been dating. As buddies, I just felt supremely cool riding in his Cadillac, smoking Fantasia cigarettes, and hitting the speakeasies and jazz clubs I would have never known about if it weren’t for Kirk’s connections.
And he had been a good person to talk to about my romantic woes. He never lecherously suggested that I should date him, and he gave the type of tempered advice that only comes with lived experience. But he often lightly mocked me for my crush on Dennis and he did a hilarious impression of Smegal popping too soon over his “precious.” So when Mary “got me back” by doing whatever she did with to Dennis, I called Kadillac Kirk and told him the drinks were on me if he’d be my designated driver for the night.
Why hadn’t I called Whisky??? Well, A) Kirk was way more fun to hang out with, at least from my past experiences up to that point. And B) I needed to bitch about a boy, something I couldn’t do in good conscience in front of a guy I was dating. So I put on the sexiest plunging halter dress I owned, applied heavy eye makeup and spikey accessories, braved a pair of stilettos, and sashayed out to Kirk’s convertible. I felt like a badass rock star. I probably looked like a try-hard hooker.
Kirk: Daaaaay-um! Somebody really did do a number on you, huh? I know you said you were upset, but the gents are gonna be writing thank you notes to that fat girl and that butt-fucking hobbit.
Me: I just need to feel pretty and numb. And I trust you to keep me from making a fool of myself.
Kirk squeezed my shoulder. “I’ve got you. You do whatever you need to do to get rid of these demons.”
He sparked up a J and offered me the first puff. I gladly accepted. He took one puff of his own, but said that the rest was mine since he didn’t want to drive stoned. See? He was responsible! Weed wasn’t legal in California yet, so I got a little bit baked before I stashed the sativa in the glove box and wrapped a scarf around my hair like a starlet from the Golden Age of Hollywood. Kirk sped out of the parking lot and said he was taking me to a downtown hotel that was hosting a party that night in their lush lobby.
Kadillac Kirk pulled up to the main entrance, paid the valet, and then opened my door. I was wobbly from the weed. And I had stupidly decided to wear heels. You can get high or you can wear high (heels). You can’t have both. Not if you’ve repeatedly injured both ankles (as I have). I had to take Kirk’s arm to keep from keeling over. “Can people tell I’m stoned?” I whispered. Kirk replied, “Nobody’s paying any attention to anyone else’s intoxication. I promise you that much.” I nodded, steadied myself, and strutted alongside my very cool friend, feeling a little more confident.
A live jazz orchestra was playing Cole Porter as we entered the lobby. Everything sparkled. The music was even more intoxicating than the spliff had been. “Just One of Those Things” brought tears to my eyes since the lyrics hit every raw nerve regarding the Dennis debacle. But I smiled. It might sound mental, but being distraught over a trash fire of a one-sided romance was exhilarating. Immature, for sure. But also exhilarating. You see, that kind of sadness doesn’t hurt. Not really. It stings. It leaves little bruises, but it’s very safe to wallow in because you haven’t actually lost anything. Melancholia over that which you never had is as sweet as it is bitter; and that type of twisted splendor is rivaled only by Stendhal.
“Here's hoping we meet now and then. It was great fun, but it was just one of those things.” I sang along with the band, and a fat tear rolled down past my melancholic smile and onto my chin. Kirk brushed it aside. “Too close to home?” I wiped away the remnants of the tear’s journey from eye to chin and smiled a more genuine smile. “The perfect distance from home. Shall we get drinks? Remember, I’m buying.”
Kirk: No, no. This is your time to heal. And I’m here as your pal, not your chauffeur. What would the lady like?”
I pretended to barf. Kirk knew I hated it when he got overly formal and overly attentive. So he did it just to mess with me. “Shot of vodka,” I replied.
Kirk: How many?
I thought briefly. “FIVE.”
Kirk: Five to one, baby. One in five...
Me: No one here gets out alive.
Kirk: Are you able to hold yourself upright, or should you come with?
I took a seat on an ornate, damask-upholstered chaise lounge. “I’ll be okay. And I was kidding about the five shots.”
I sat there lost in the music for a while. I thought very little about Dennis. Even less about Mary. And not at all about Whisky (whom I had shagged less than a week ago). My mind danced through the ornate lighting in the hotel lobby, and I suddenly felt the need to join the hoity-toity guests on the dancefloor!
Kirk returned with four shots of vodka. Two for him, two for me. That was quite reasonable of him. He knew damn well that I couldn’t handle five shots, but he also knew that I was in a... state. One that called for more than a single shot. I raised a both miniature glasses to “No more ninnyhammers or hairy-footed lovers.” Kirk did his hilarious Smegal impression, we double-toasted, and downed the shots. The band launched into “Let’s Misbehave,” and I kicked off my stilettos and made a beeline for the dance floor.
“There’s something wild about you child that’s so contagious. Let’s be outrageous! Let’s misbehave.” Kadillac Kirk swept me up, twirled me around, and dipped me as we both sang along with the lyrics. I wasn’t swooning for him, but I was enthralled by the moment. The music, the dancing, the combination of booze and bud... so I kissed him as he pulled me back to my feet. And he kissed back. In a way that Dennis never had. In a way that Whisky’s beard wouldn’t permit. I didn’t feel the visceral sensations that I’d felt when Dennis had kissed me, but it felt nice to feel desired. And then I noticed that other guests were watching us and applauding. Now, that was a dopamine rush if ever there was one!
I gently broke away from the embrace, high-fived Kirk and returned to the chaise lounge to put my stupid shoes back on. He followed me and smashed his face back onto mine. I pulled away and laughed. “It was a moment,” I told him. “I appreciate the dance, and that kiss was the perfect finale. But it’s not happening again.”
Kirk: Not to worry, Valerie. I know you. I knew all along that we were performing, and I was more than happy to be your scene partner.
Me: And dance partner! Those were some excellent moves! I didn’t know you had ballroom training.
Kirk: You name it, I’ve mastered it. Another drink for the lady?
I pretended to barf again. “Not yet. I’m not sad right now. Do you mind if I just sit here and enjoy the music?”
Kirk: Ah. My kisses do have healing properties...
I flipped my hand up at him. “Knock that shit off, bro. I wanted to hang out with you because I trust you not to get weird. Even if I get weird, I know you have the maturity to balance me out.”
Kirk: Are you calling me old???
Me: No. I’m calling you rational, responsible, and respectful.
Kirk: Well, now. If you can articulate an alliterative statement that fluently, then you clearly aren’t drunk enough!
I dismissed this comment as a joke. And he did indeed knock off the flirtation. We had a perfectly pleasant time chatting and dancing (no more kissing, though). And then I noticed a girl I knew from Into the Woods entering the lobby. She’d played Florinda and I’d played Little Red. I called her name and waved enthusiastically. She waved back. And then her date entered. It was D.E.N.N.I.S. I sank into the chaise. Kirk caught on immediately. “The hobbit???” he asked. I nodded silently. “You wanna make out again?” he enthused. I shook my head. I had to go say hello to Flo. And I had an idea...
I crossed the lobby, smiled, squealed, and hugged her.
Florinda: Lil’ Red! It’s been forever! So glad to see you!!! This is my friend, Denny.
From the corner of my eye. I could see Dennis shifting uncomfortably. I refused to look directly at him, neglected to acknowledge Flo's introduction and continued to converse only with her. "So glad to see you, too! What have you been up to since we left the woods?"
Dennis: C’mon, Val...
Florinda (appearing oblivious to the iciness between me and Dennis): Oh, I had some drama after the show closed. I'll have to tell you about it some other time... Have you seen Prince Big Bad (Scumbanger) lately?
I laughed. “Last time I saw him, he was hitting on some nasty fat chick at The Imp.”
Flo and I both scoffed at the pervy pest. Into the Woods was where I’d initially met Scumbanger. He played The Wolf/Cinderella’s Prince. Again... typecasting. There’s a whole essay in my brain about my first encounter with the pest, during which he quoted the song that he sang to me in the show, “Hello, Little Girl.” But it gets into some pretty uncomfortable territory because he made me feel... excited. Well, excited and scared. Nothing of note happened during Into the Woods, but our odd interactions did kind of set the stage for some extremely regrettable events during that Cats cast party.
I excused myself, saying that I needed to get back to my friend. And then I leaned in and said in a hushed voice to Flo, “Watch your ass with that one. If he’s the Denny I’m thinking of...” I gave her a look that only another female would be able to read. Her eyebrows shot up and she nodded. Dennis continued to shift as though he were trying to hold in a massive dump. “BABE! Uh...”
Flo apparently answered to that moniker as well. “What is it, Denny? Don’t worry. That was just telepathic girl talk. You apparently have a reputation...”
Dennis: Different Denny. I assure you I’m a pious gentleman.
Me: Ah. My mistake. Well, then. You guys have a good time! They’re playing Cole Porter, and the band is delovely. Great to see you, Flo!
I hugged Flo again, gave Dennis a curt nod, ignored the scent of mandarins and mountain air, and returned to Kirk.
I collapsed on the chaise lounge, exhausted from holding back the rage. I had no right to be mad at Florinda. I hadn’t seen her in three years, so how was she supposed to know that I’d had a thing with Dennis? Hell, I couldn’t even be mad at Dennis because the last time he and I had spoken in any meaningful way, I’d told him that I was no longer entertaining my crush on him. So why was I surprised to see him dating??? And why had he never taken ME out on a date like this??? And why wasn’t I smitten with Kadillac Kirk who HAD taken me out on a date like this, was an objectively excellent kisser, and a bona fide BALLER? What was wrong with me???
Kirk suggested going down the street to a quaint little bar and then sobering up at a diner closer to my apartment. I numbly nodded and followed him in silence for a few blocks. He assured me that I had “turned several heads” on the way to the new location, but I neither cared nor believed him. This wasn't the type of numbness I'd been aiming for. Now I needed to get schnockered. “Five shots of vodka, please.” Yes, I was serious.
Kadillac Kirk, my reliable designated driver, ordered only a beer and watched in something across between astonishment, concern, and delight as I slammed all five shots in rapid succession. I half expected to immediately retch all over the bar. But I felt fine. I half expected to immediately lose consciousness and wake up in the hospital. But I remained coherent. How I’d managed to take in that much hard liquor and suffer no direct consequences, I’ll never know.
I think I wanted to suffer. I wanted to either feel nothing at all or to feel a sickness bad enough to distract me from the scorching sting that pulsed through my being when I realized that I had lost the abstract notion I’d been addicted to this entire time. Hope. It wasn’t Dennis himself I couldn’t quit. It was that drug called hope. The hope that maybe, just maybe Dennis would give our romance a fair chance. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would make peace with himself, get his mind out of his crotch, and enjoy some agenda-free togetherness. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would stop bloviating about his admittedly impressive accomplishments for five fucking minutes and ask about my life. I had my own reasonably impressive accomplishments, even if they paled in comparison to his. A proper suitor would have enjoyed hearing about them.
But seeing him out with another woman, a woman who had no reason to parade her Dennis escapades before me as some means of revenge, a woman he was clearly courting of his own volition... My hope had died. It died before I’d had time to wean myself off it. Now I had to mourn the loss of hope, which is a very tricky brand of grief to navigate. Vodka wasn’t the answer, but it was what I had to work with. So it would have to do.
After enough time had passed without vomiting or collapsing, I asked Kirk to bring his car around to the bar so that I didn’t have to walk two and a half blocks drunk and in heels. He nodded and dramatically leaned in for a kiss. I recoiled. “DUDE! I told you. The moment has passed.”
Kirk: I beg your pardon. I misread your eyes. Thought I saw a green light...
Me: It’s fine. I just want to go home while I’m still feeling okay.
Kirk: Of course. Your chariot will be here soon.
He skipped off to fetch his Cadillac and I noticed that the lights in the bar were beginning to dance a bit. This should have been concerning. But then I realized that I was giggling. Wait... What? Oh shit. Sure, I was drunk from those shots. But what I was feeling in that moment wasn’t drunkery. It was stonery. Kirk probably misread my face because my pupils were dilated. Not from desire, but from drug use.
Some of you might be thinking that I was a bad friend for not introducing Lucy, an old dude connoisseur, to Kirk. Well... I did. Several years before the events of this story. He adored her. She, on the other hand, thought he was immature. And she wasn’t wrong. Lucy was astute when it came to sussing out a person’s true nature. Far more astute than I. Her initial assessment that Kirk was immature is about to be vindicated. Stretch those cringe muscles! It’s almost time for pie...
I somehow managed to get to his car. I honestly don’t recall how I got there. Did one of the bartenders carry me? Did some kind patron allow me to lean on him? Had Kadillac Kirk carried me out? I’m not sure. But my memory ceases to be fuzzy about halfway to the 24-hour diner. It might have been the very same 24-hour diner where Mary pulled her... shenanigans. I’ll never know.
Kirk: Would you say that you’re more drunk or more stoned?
Me: STONED. Definitely stoned.
Kirk made some sort of grunty noise and reached for my thigh. I slapped his hand.
Kirk: Stoned but not amorous? That’s rare.
I started laughing rather unkindly. “You’re a fucking horndog! I thought you were my safe straight male friend, dammit.”
Kirk: I solemnly swear that your safety is my primary concern, my stoned beauty.
I pretended to throw up.
Kirk: So... You’re not horny. But are you hungry? The diner I’m heading to makes this Maple Walnut Pie with the most sumptuous... sensual cream and exquisite drizzling of...
Me: Ew! Stop trying to bang the pie. Bro. Are YOU stoned? (Then I remembered the question.) Yes, I’m hungry. But I don’t like nuts. I’ll have banana cream.
Kirk made that repulsive grunty noise again. “Uhhhhh... Mmmmmm. Cream. Yessssss. Yes, we’ll be there in just a minute.” He was squirming in the driver's seat.
Me: GROSS, DUDE! If you’re gonna be like that I’ll just order HASH brows. Get it? Hash??? (I giggled.) You can’t make that sound nasty.
Kirk: Forgive my jokes. I think my blood sugar’s a bit low.
As Kirk parked, I began to wonder how I might get away with walking shoeless into the diner. The stilettos had to get off my feet. At least while I was walking. And Kirk was kind enough to give me his socks and wear his loafers “island style” into the establishment. Okay, that was gallant of him. Maybe he was going to behave himself for the rest of the evening.
I wasn’t terribly talkative as we sat down, and he expressed a bit of concern for my emotional well-being. I wasn’t coherent enough to explain what was happening to my emotions and I wasn’t sure I trusted him with my deep, dark secrets at that point. So I shrugged like a sulky teenager, ran my hands over my messy, windblown hair, and mumbled that I was “just hungry.” And right on cue, a very kind, slightly older waitress with a sweet southern accent stopped by to take our order.
Kirk: Ah, yes. We’ll have two cups of black coffee. And we’ll share a slice of that delectable Maple Walnut Pie.
Waitress: Oh, honey. That pie is scrumptious! I take it you’ve been here before?
Kirk: I have. This will be her first time to taste the splendor.
I hated to be a killjoy, but I interrupted and said to the waitress, “Ma’am? I’m sure the Maple Walnut is excellent, but could I please get a slice of Banana Cream? And a big glass of ice water?
Waitress: Sure, hon! Banana Cream’s just as yummy! I’ll be right back with those coffees and that big water.
Kirk was sucking on the tip of his forefinger and shaking his head a bit. “You’re passing up so many sensational... sensual...”
I put my forehead on the table and growled. “You swore you’d stop being nasty!” I held this #headdesk pose for quite some time before I finally lifted my head... only to see that Kirk was still sucking his fingertip and staring at me like a wild animal. “Pleeeeeease be normal,” I whined. “It’s been a really weird night for me.”
Kirk: Indeed. Many surprises. You know... You’re like titanium. Your flame burns so fast and so bright, if a guy doesn’t get in there while the iron is hot, he’ll never get another chance. I was too slow.
What the...? I was pretty sure he was wrong about titanium burning quickly. I’m no chemistry wiz, but my dad and my oldest brother are both big-brains when it comes to physics and chemistry. So I picked up some things just listening to them talk. Accurate or inaccurate, Kirk was being creepy again. He’d never been creepy towards me before, although I’d seen him act like this with other women. Usually with staggering success. Why????? His money. It had to be his money. Kirk was a nice-looking man, but holy shit... No amount of good looks could save this creep show
And then, our sweet waitress sat down our coffees, my water, and the two slices of pie. After I gulped down a whole bunch of water, I grabbed a fork, prepared to quell my munchies... and then I froze. Kirk was quickly flicking his finger back and forth across the top of his pie. And moaning. He noticed my wide-eyed stare, smirked, sucked the tip of his thumb, picked up the plate with both hands, and began flicking his tongue across the tip of the triangular pie slice. And moaning some more. Well, there went my appetite.
Kirk took his middle finger and jabbed it into the crustless vertex of the pie slice, then he began pumping it in and out like a piston, and flicking his thumb across the increasingly demolished top layer of whipped cream. He gasped this time. People were starting to stare. His pointer finger joined his middle finger in the piston action, and he replaced his thumb with his tongue. Between flicks of the tongue, he groaned, “Oh yeah, baby... Let me taste you,” but it was kind of hard to understand him.
And I was either about to run to the back office, tell them that I was in danger and needed a police escort home... OR I was about to burst out laughing at the spectacle. Kirk continued... He removed his fingers and gregariously licked pie filling off of them. "Ohhhhh," he groaned, "I got you soooo sticky. So sweet. So moist." And then he started sucking his fingertips again, switching from middle to pointer, middle to pointer and emitting a delighted little, “Mmmmmm” with every suck.
Finally, he jabbed his fingers back into the utterly destroyed pie, lowered his face into the mess and lapped loudly and passionately, moaning, grunting, and mumbling “Come on, baby. Come on. Mmmmmm. Come on.” I could see the waitress and some dude in a suit heading over to the table, so I sank down in my seat, partially covered my face, but continued to watch the train wreck. At last, Kirk shuddered violently as he splatted his entire hand onto the plate and rubbed furiously. And then he locked eyes with me. He sucked the tip of his thumb one final time and said, “You...” There was a long pause during which Kirk lovingly stroked the mess he’d made. “You... are the pie.”
I don’t hang out with Kadillac Kirk anymore. But he’s still a bachelor, ladies!

Good morning,
Yesterday happened as usual, I came to a casino to get MAX up to 3 pints to get through withdrawals and kill couple of hours, because I was very tired at work because of the hangover and because it was weekend on which I drank through. Next thing you know I am in another bar (they are like 25 meters apart, but the second one has better vibe, but full of alcoholics (and I am one of them)). Scrolling through instagram, chatting, feeling sorry for myself, then feeling good about myself because its the last evening I drink right? Already 11pm they are closing and im into my 7th pint (I cant even get drunk till 6th anymore). Instead of getting ok with being bit drunk and went to sleep, I came back to casino got another two pints. Usually I loose my mind after that much pints, well become drunk me, yesterday I was fully aware of what I was doing. Then I met another young guy who had no money but also has drinking problems. I bought him a beer and we became "brothers/friends"... I didnt want to get that tenth pint, so I bought cigarettes, went home and smoked three in a row to get even more f'ed up. Its been like this the past 5 months for sure. and probably since 2023 july month. In that time I quit weed, harder drugs, but my alcohol intake and addiction for it just went through the roof. Now I dont even know why I go to the bar, why do I drink. I don't like these random people, being friends with them, cuz all we have in common is being alcoholics. I am really grateful for the life I have, I do have my own place, some relationships. And I know the longer I go with this streak the deeper the hole will get. I used to be fit, fresh skin, looking young for my age, now Im bloated, eyes swollen, always tired, can't stay still without wanting to puke. Anxiety is through the roof, I cant focus, my job performance is going down. And after all this, admiting this. I still choose booze. My main thing is physicall addiction, when I think that I am not drinking this evening and being in the bed without being f'ed up, my body aches, my stomach gets seizures.
Having a tough of what I have done to myself, the money I spent, the shape I am in now, and imagining the process of getting through withdrawals scares the f out of me. But If I managed to drink for the past year every day, It is my price for it. I've been having problems from alcohol ever since 16 years old. Lost girlfriends, fight with parents, family, lost jobs, lost driving license. But I was never full blown alcoholic, I did my responsibilites as much as I could, I've had some sober streaks. I was heavily into drugs too, which Im refusing now.
Usually im back to drinking on day fifth because of feeling depressed, anxious, sick, tired, panic. My mind tells me then "Why the F I am not drinking??? For what?" And then I go to have those 3 pints again and them I am usually back to making it even worse.
After yesterday, I know there will be no limits, no ending, no last 3 pints. I was waiting for that day zero for the past ten years. And this morning I realised that I can start it, not universe, not spirits, not faith. But ME. My awareness, my brain, my body. I hope I can comment this tomorrow with saying "Day zero / completed"

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PROOF
GOLD
ROUNDS AND COINS:
1896 O Morgan Dollar- $30
1 oz APMEX Bar- $32
2000 The Dawn of A New Millennium 1oz Silver- $35
1 Gram Geiger In Assay- $10
40% lot ($6.5 Face)- $60
35% Lot (5 War Nickels)- $8.50
16x 1 oz Silver Towne Mighty Eagles- $512
4x 1 oz Buffalos- $128
7x 1 oz Misc Nicer Rounds- $230
15x Casino Tokens- $22 EA or all for $21 EA
5 oz Sealed Bar- $160
5 oz Bull Bar- $160
Cale Yarborough 1 oz Round- $45
1978 Cien Pesos- $20
4 Standing Liberty Quartahhhs- $25
1974 1 oz Liberty Medallion- $35
20x 1 oz Tokelau 2024 Proof Mustang- $36 EA for all for $34 EA
Numismatic 90% (1905 Barber Dime, 1915 Barber Quarter, 1901 O Barber Half, and 1937 Walker.)- $47
$3 Face 90% Lot ($1 Wash, $1.20 Rosevelt’s, $.80 Mercs all with dates and some are higher grades)- $65
2x 1962 Proof Sets (Some missing random pieces like cardboard or paper)- $26 EA
Blue Ike (1x 1971, 2x 1972, 3x 1974)- $13 Ea
10 oz Bar- $315
1 oz Peace Dollar Round- $40
4x 2023 Kookaburra (W/Capsule)- $35 EA
4x 2024 Kookaburra (W/Capsule)- $35 EA
1 oz Germania Mint Allegories (W/COA)- $45
1 oz 2024 BU T2 ASE- $35
500 Gram The Holy Mint Bar- $525
6x Vintage Bars (Engelhard, JM, and Silver Towne) Lot- $215
1964 Accented Hair Proof Set (Complete)- $70
24x 2024 1/10 Silver Brittanias- $10 EA or all for $9 EA
2001 S Proof JFK Half- $12
Foreign lot In Flips (31 Coins)- $25
Foreign lot Loose (21 Coins and most are Canadian)- $15
1 New Penny (26 coins dates all in the 1970s), 1/2 New Penny (16 coins dates all in the 1970s), and 2 New Pence Lot (26 coins dates all in the 1970s)- $40
1970 1 Piso Pope Paul VI (Non PM)- $5
1966 Jamaican Commonwealth Games Coin- $4
1983 Netherland Coin Set (Cracked Open Case)- $7
RANDOMS:
5x 1 Gram Argor Palladium- $65 EA or $63 EA for all
Silver 1975 Philippines Proof Set (complete)- $90
10 Oz “The Wedge” DHF Silver Bar- $380
SLABS: (Whale deal is buy all slabs get the 1900 Morgan for $60)
2022 1oz Serbia Nikola Tesla Natural Healing NGC MS70- $115
1944 Winged Liberty Dime PCGS MS66- $40
1964 Washington Quarter NGC PF67 (Crack on slab)- $15
1946 Walking Liberty Half PCI MS65- $95
2017 S ASE NGC PF70 Ultra Cameo San Fransico Slab- $120
1922 D Peace NGC MS63- $85
2023 Morgan CAC First Delivery MS69 Slab- $100
Bradford Exchange 2023 T2 BU ASE- $40
1855 Germany 1 S Hamburg MS63 NGC (Toner)- $80
2007-S PCGS PR70DCAM John Adams- $11
COLLECTABLES: Will trade for low premium Silver and Gold. [WTT] [WTS]
2x 2021 Cameroon Crucifix Coin- $120 EA
6x Fiji 2022 Snowflake Coin W/Crystals (Sealed)- $85 EA
3x Fiji 2023 Wonders Of Nature Great Barrier Reef Coin- $145 EA
2021 Star Wars IG-11 NIUE Coin- $105
2021 Samoa Splash Of Colour (Color 🇺🇸) New York City Coin- $175
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GOLD
ROUNDS AND COINS:
1896 O Morgan Dollar- $30
1922 Peace Dollar- $26 SOLD
1 oz APMEX Bar- $32
2000 The Dawn of A New Millennium 1oz Silver- $35
1 Gram Geiger In Assay- $10
40% lot ($6.5 Face)- $60
35% Lot (5 War Nickels)- $8.50
16x 1 oz Silver Towne Mighty Eagles- $512
4x 1 oz Buffalos- $128
7x 1 oz Misc Nicer Rounds- $230
15x Casino Tokens- $22 EA or all for $21 EA
5 oz Sealed Bar- $160
5 oz Bull Bar- $160
Cale Yarborough 1 oz Round- $45
1978 Cien Pesos- $20
4 Standing Liberty Quartahhhs- $25
1974 1 oz Liberty Medallion- $35
20x 1 oz Tokelau 2024 Proof Mustang- $36 EA for all for $34 EA
Numismatic 90% (1905 Barber Dime, 1915 Barber Quarter, 1901 O Barber Half, and 1937 Walker.)- $47
$9.50 $3 Face 90% Lot ($6 JFK, $.50 Franklin, $1 Wash, $1.20 Rosevelt’s, $.80 Mercs all with dates and some are higher grades)- $65
2x 1962 Proof Sets (Some missing random pieces like cardboard or paper)- $26 EA
Blue Ike (1x 1971, 2x 1972, 3x 1974)- $13 Ea
10 oz Bar- $315
1 oz Peace Dollar Round- $40
5 4x 2023 Kookaburra (W/Capsule)- $35 EA
5 4x 2024 Kookaburra (W/Capsule)- $35 EA
1 oz Germania Mint Allegories (W/COA)- $45
1 oz 2024 BU T2 ASE- $35
500 Gram The Holy Mint Bar- $525
6x Vintage Bars (Engelhard, JM, and Silver Towne) Lot- $215
1964 Accented Hair Proof Set (Complete)- $70
24x 2024 1/10 Silver Brittanias- $10 EA or all for $9 EA
2001 S Proof JFK Half- $12
SLABS:
2022 1oz Serbia Nikola Tesla Natural Healing NGC MS70- $115
1950 S Booker T Washington PCGS MS65- $65 SOLD
1944 Winged Liberty Dime PCGS MS66- $40
1964 Washington Quarter NGC PF67 (Crack on slab)- $15
1946 Walking Liberty Half PCI MS65- $95
2017 S ASE NGC PF70 Ultra Cameo San Fransico Slab- $120
1922 D Peace NGC MS63- $85
1900 Morgan PCGS MS63 (Toned)- $115 SOLD
1883 Morgan NGC “Fattie” MS64 (Toned)- $125 SOLD
2023 Morgan CAC First Delivery MS69 Slab- $100
Bradford Exchange 2023 T2 BU ASE- $40
1855 Germany 1 S Hamburg MS63 NGC (Toner)- $80
RANDOMS:
5x 1 Gram Argor Palladium- $65 EA or all for $63 EA
Silver 1975 Philippines Proof Set (complete)- $90
10 Oz “The Wedge” DHF Silver Bar- $380
COLLECTABLES: Will trade for low premium Silver and Gold. [WTT] [WTS]
2x 2021 Cameroon Crucifix Coin- $120 EA
6x Fiji 2022 Snowflake Coin W/Crystals (Sealed)- $85 EA
3x Fiji 2023 Wonders Of Nature Great Barrier Reef Coin- $145 EA
2021 Star Wars IG-11 NIUE Coin- $105
2021 Samoa Splash Of Colour (Color 🇺🇸) New York City Coin- $175
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Shipping/payment:
🚛*Shipping- is $5 for 1-8 oz (Ground Advantage), $6 for 9-12 oz (Ground Advantage) and $10 for over 12 oz (Priority Mail) both with tracking numbers. American shipping only 🇺🇸 (prices are for lower 48). I am shipping out of Oklahoma, if you are close I may be able to ship cheaper ground than priority on higher weights. Be sure to inquire if you expect that to be the case.
🧾*Payment- I accept Zelle (preferred), Venmo, cash app, and PayPal FF (least preferred and not available for low flair users). Please no notes/comments or I will refund (if you are forced to use one add an emoji or . ) Thanks!
💂 *Security- I will not give my password to anyone for any reason. I have enabled two factor authentication and have other steps to help protect myself and the buyers. I also use the same setup to take proof photos, so any deviation in that is a red flag 🚩.

For reference i’m 16M (white, relevant to the story) and i work at a convience store. yesterday a guy who didn’t speak very good english was struggling to ask for things so i spoke with him in spanish since i’m fluent. the boomer behind him started to get angry at ME for communicating to a customer in his first language. he said something along the lines of “this is america! your white, speak english. it’s his fault he doesn’t know english!” that immediately pissed me off and i politely told him that the guy didn’t speak much english (he’s a regular.) the boomer got upset and tried to berate the guy. me and the guy had a laugh and called him a dumbass in spanish. when it was the boomers turn he also got mad about the price of cigarettes. i don’t control the prices.

“Hi, Guys”, Edgar said, in that same nasal tone, waving at us palm open once again.
The tape holding his cheap sunglasses together was orange.
Did you catch that reference. If so, good for you.
Anyway, I assume he wore sunglasses not only trying to make himself look cool, but also to hide the fact that his eyes blinked sideways, remember?
He wore a blue pilot’s uniform, complete with the hat,
“Dude! Are you fucking kidding me?”, Derek said.
“I don’t think so, Dude!”, Corey responded.
“I’m not too sure about this, Bob!”, I said.
“Don’t worry, Boys! He’s been playing a flight simulator game on what he calls his TRS-80 computer, for quite some time now. He’ll be fine.”, Bob replied.
“A Flight Simulator Game?”, we all said shockingly in unison, including Tony.
“Doesn’t he need a Pilot’s license or something?” I asked.
“Boys, Boys, I assure you, that if any complications arise, I will handle the situation! I AM the devil! I can do that! Besides, finding a licensed pilot, and negotiating a deal, would take far too much time! Time… we do not have! So, Edgar is our only option.” Bob said.
We all half heartedly waved back, nervously smiling, “Hi, Edgar!”, we all said in unison once again. Tony just said “Hi!”
Derek, Corey, Ricky, Stephen and I were all taken back by the fact that the “person” that tried to kill us, was apparently the pilot of our new plane, with absolutely no formal training, just a video game, and not even a good one, compared to todays standards.
I knew my bandmates were already dead, but I was pretty sure they didn’t want to die again, now or any other time before, even if they’d all come back to life.
“Come on up, Guys! We’ll be taking off soon!”, Edgar said.
“Boys, up we go!”, Bob said, moving his arm in a presenting fashion toward the stairs.
“Once we enter, put the stairs in their proper place and take the bus back to the house!” Bob said to the old man.
“Yes, Boss!”, he said.
“Wait! My accordion!”, Tony said, as he stepped back onto the bus to get it.
“That was close! I almost forgot it again!, he said.
“Cool, Man! That way you can jam with us!”, I commented
“I’d like that”, Tony said smiling.
Nervously, we all then began the ascend into the plane.
Bob went first, then Derek, then Corey, then Ricky, then Stephen, then me, and last was Tony.
“Who’s Edgar?”, I heard Tony ask from behind me.
If you remember, Tony had never met Edgar before.
“Long story short, Dude!”, I answered, slightly turning around but still walking up the stairs, “He recorded our album, played keyboards on it, put backmasking bullshit on the tapes, turned into a demon, and tried to kill us!”
“Dang!”, is all Tony said.
We reached the top of the stairs.
Bob shook Edgar’s hand, stepping inside.
Edgar then raised his hand to high five each one of us.
We all high fived him, nervously smiling, as we stepped onto the plane as well.
“Hi, Pilot Guy!”, we heard Tony say, stepping onto the plane. “I’m Tony! I’m their bodyguard!”
“Wonderful!”, Edgar replied.
“Have a look around, Guys! I’ll let you know when we’re taking off. I have to contact the tower to get clearance or something, I think. This is my first time ever flying a real plane. I’m kinda nervous.”, he said.
That did not help the situation AT ALL!
“Boys, right this way!”, Bob said, pushing a curtain open that lead into the fuselage, or the main body section of the plane.
“You see Boys! I have taken the liberty of dividing the fuselage into three separate sections. First is what I like to call… your “Hangout” section.
The room was filled with luxurious high-end furniture, tables and chairs.
A huge 85 inch flat screen television hung to your left, on the same wall the curtain was on when you first walked in, with both Atari, and Nintendo NES game systems hooked up to it, with a huge stack of games, for each console, next to them, and a Gothic Victorian style chair sat to the right of the curtain.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Flat screens didn’t come out until 1997! So how did you have one back then!”, and my answer to that would be… I don’t know. But, Bob is the devil, so…
Anyway, There was a fully stocked coffee bar, and a fully stocked beer on tap station, with six of the best beers the 80’s had to offer, as well as a stack of red Solo cups on the left side, and a make your own SUBWAY sub and sandwich station, all on the left side wall, six pinball machines sat vertically along the wall in front of you when you first walked in, with one wooden door in the middle of them.
Large couches sat on the wall to your right. In between them were two vending machines, one was a cigarette vending machine, but the other was something I had never seen before.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the machine on the right.
“Oh! That is a marijuana vending machine, same design as the cigarette machine, only with joints already rolled, in packs of 20. I created it myself!”, Bob answered.
There were ashtrays on the tables, with lighters on the tables next to each one.
“Everything on this plane is free, Boys! If you run out of something, wait 5 seconds, human time, and what ever you ran out of will automatically fill back up.”, he told us, “Here you can drink, smoke, party, play games, and have a grand ole time.
“Free weed, Dude! We won’t need Randy anymore!”, Derek said to Corey.
“Yeah! No more Randy!”, Corey replied, laughing.
“Beyond that door there, is the second section, what I like to call… your sleeping/entertainment section.”, Bob said, “Here, let me show you, Boys!”
Tony laid his accordion on the couch on the right.
We all then walked over to the door, and Bob opened it.
Inside was a long hallway that stretched the entire length of the room, with another wooden door at the end.
There were 3 wooden doors on each side, a small nameplate was positioned at eye level, on the right side of each door, with the name of each one of us, on each plate, so six small rooms occupied this space
“Here you can sleep, in your own room, Boys! or “entertain” the ladies!”
“We don’t need to sleep!”, Derek said.
“Well, four of you don’t, one of you doesn’t have to sleep if he doesn’t want to, only one of you has to sleep, and if he doesn’t want to, I’m sure Mr. Hard-Sell here could help him out with that. It’s mostly for entertainment purposes.”, Bob said.
“Huh?”, Tony said.
“Girls!”, Corey responded, moving his hands in a curving fashion, up and down, “You know… Girls!” He emphasized the word girls when he said it the last time.
“Oh! I like girls! They’re pretty!”, Tony said.
“Anyway, each room is equipped with a bunk style bed. After all, that is all you will need.”
“What’s behind that door?”, Stephen asked, pointing to the door at the end of the hallway.
We all then began walking down the hallway to the door.
Bob then opened it.
Just like in the room that should have been the bathroom in the house, this room had what?
That’s right!… Our Gear!
Well, not OUR gear, but new gear.
A brand new Yamaha Drum kit, as well as a brand new set of Warmie Promark LA Special drum sticks, just like Bobby Blotzer from RATT used, sat in front of 5 Marshall stacks which sat against the far wall.
The drums were designed with flames, with the band name printed on the bass drum, written in flames as well.
They were obviously for Stephen.
That wall had no door this time, but there was a little room, maybe 3x3, that sat on the left side of the stacks and the drum kit. Bob said that was the bathroom, or lavatory, as he put it.
Anyway, There were 3 ESP guitars, with straps, on stands, just like George Lynch from Dokken played, to the right of the drums. Bob said those were mine. One had flames, one had a coffee cup design, and the other was leopard print.
There were 3 Les Paul Standards, also with straps, on stands, just like Kirk Hammett played, next to mine on the right, those were Ricky’s. One had a broken glass design, one was white with some kind of Japanese insignia, and one had the label of a Budweiser bottle on it.
There were 3 Ibanez Thunderbird Basses, again with straps, on stands, just like Nikki Sixx from… if you don’t know what band Nikki Sixx plays with, you’re probably too young to appreciate this story.
Anyway, they were to the left of the drums, the basses had no designs, they were black, red, and dark blue. Those were obviously Derek’s.
There were 4 Shure Cardioid Condensed Microphones, just like Lenny Kilister from Motörhead used, sitting in front of the drums. One of those were Corey’s and the rest were for Derek, Ricky, and I to use for backing vocals.
A brand new MRX Analog Chorus pedal, just like Eddie Ojeda from Twisted Sister used, sat in front of each set of guitars.
All the plug-ins were neatly piled in front of each instrument.
There was no keyboard, like Edgar played on the album, which was odd to me.
”You see, Boys! As your manager, i have been offered very lucrative endorsement contracts from each of these fine companies, on your behalf of course. When we get back from the tour, I will present the contracts to you for your signing.
All the companies have agreed to let you try out their products first, before making any decisions!”
Derek yelled out, “EVERYBODY!”,
The rest of us screamed, “ROCK AND ROLL!”, and began celebrating, and high-fiving each other, including Tony.
“Also, I contacted a sandwich company called, SUBWAY, and offered you, Tony, as being their official spokesperson. They said that your size would not be a very good image for their company, but after agreeing to supply the CEO with a lifetime supply of Kit Kat candy bars, She agreed.
Your contract is very lucrative as well.
Now, Boys! We’ll be taking off soon. Let’s head back to the front, shall we?”, Bob said.
We all began walking back, Bob closing each door behind us.
We arrived back at the “Hangout” section, and began indulging in all the incentives.
Do I really have to tell you who went where, you get the idea, Right?
Anyway, after getting our incentives and taking a seat at the table, we all began talking, as Bob stood in front of the TV.
In midst of conversation, we heard, “Daddy, Where are you!”, a soft woman’s voice said from behind the curtain.
We all stopped talking and looked in that direction.
The curtain slowly began to open, revealing a long red haired woman standing there seductively.
She had bright green eyes, pouty lips, and was very well endowed.
She wore a skin tight, low cut stewardesses top, with a low cut skirt, and what appeared to be 6 inch stiletto heels on her feet.
Her left leg was positioned in front of her right leg, with her knee bent, with only the toes of her heels touching the floor.
She was holding the curtain open with both hands, and leaning in toward the room, with her head tilted to the side.
She looked like a Rock Goddess.
“Ah! There you are!”, Bob said to her, “Right on time!”
“Boys! I’d like you to meet Rebecca. She will be your stewardess for todays flight, and every flight there after.
If you need anything, outside of these incentives, food and beverage wise, Rebecca will go to the kitchen area, which is right behind that curtain, and prepare it for you.
A steak, a hamburger, a glass of soda, or a cup of tea.
The kitchen area, as well as the Cockpit, which lies just beyond the kitchen, are both off limits to all of you.
“I don’t drink tea! I’m still mad at the British!”, Tony said.
I snickered.
The rest of the guys, including Bob, just looked at him funny.
If you don’t get it, you probably never will.
Anyway, Bob then continued, “Rebecca will also be your nurse, she has a totally different outfit for that, just in case any, accidents may occur.
Say Hi, Rebecca”, Bob said.
“Hi, Boys!”, she said seductively.
Bob then looked at her hard faced, then turned back to us.
“Like I said, Boys! Everything on this plane is free, except for her, not even for a price. Do you understand?”
Before we could answered, we all heard Rebecca say seductively, “Aw, Daddy! But they’re so cute!”
“ENOUGH!”, Bob bellowed at her, “Go tell Edgar we’re ready!”
“Yes, Daddy!”, she said saddened, and slowly turned to go back through the curtain.
“Dude! That’s the Devils Daughter! We’ve heard songs about her.”, Derek said, laughing.
Bob looked at Derek more intensely then he looked at Rebecca.
“I’m just kidding, Man! We ain’t heard shit. Right, Core?”, Derek said nervously.
“Yeah, Man! Nothing!”, Corey said, shaking his head.
Everyone else had their eyes fixated on Bob.
I, however, couldn’t take my eyes off of Rebecca.
Not because she was incredibly gorgeous, even though she really wasn’t my type.
No!
It was because something didn’t seem right to me. Something that told me, she was different than your average sexy, voluptuous, naughty stewardess.
And my assessment was correct.
When she fully turned around, to go back behind the curtain, I saw what the difference was.
She had a tail.
It was waving excitedly behind her.

Long post ahead. So folks, the story is about me escaping from the known restaurant scam earlier and falling prey to it the very next day.
I'm a South Indian staying at Noida for work. I recently installed the Pure App basis one of my friend's suggestion and got 2 matches on the same day. I decided to meet both of those matches on a weekend. Match #1 told me that she's based out of Rajendra place and goes for coaching in a nursing institute at Paharganj. She asked me for a meet-up at RK Ashram metro station on the very next day we started speaking. I remember once I read scams going around near RK Ashram metro and checked out the restaurants which were involved in that scam. So I reached the metro and we met and she told me bars/lounge chalenge, Freely toh baath karenge udhar. I cautiously told her that I don't drink and hence cannot go to bars. She got pissed and finally agreed to sit and eat at the food court under the metro station. Her attitude changed that instance and was in a rush to get out soon. She wanted to make as much as fortune as she could out of that current situation and made me buy a pack of sweets for Rs 500 and a full Classic cigarette pack and then she rushed out of disappointment. Later, she blocked me on the app and WhatsApp as well. I was feeling glad that my purse got saved that day.
On the very next day, another match bandhi pinged me and asked for a date. I fixed the timings and we were supposed to meet that day. But I backed out at the last minute as I was unwell that day. Later in the evening, she pinged me and talked emotionally and made me feel guilty for cancelling the date. That moment she seemed genuine and hence I confirmed for a date on the next day. The next day came and she asked me to come to Raj Bagh in Ghaziabad as she stays there. I went to meet her and she told me that we'll meet near IME college, GZB and can go to a cafe nearby. She seemed legit and I altered my plans for her. Met her at the college and she took me to a cafe opposite to that college. I thought it's just a cafe and they don't serve alcohol. But after getting in, I got to know that they do serve alcohol. I asked her to order and she ordered Hookah, Vodka shots and a Chicken Pizza. Then the server, brought the hookah and the other items we ordered. But they brought a panneer pizza instead and refused to replace with the chicken pizza which I initially ordered. So I had to order another pizza again. Luckily, again I avoided drinking there. So after a while she told that her stomach is paining and need to leave asap. Then the bill came and I was completely in a shock. The hookah was priced at Rs 3000,shots at Rs 900 and pizzas at Rs 600 each. The total bill came around 8K and the restaurant guys forced me to pay in cash. I denied and paid thru my card and we both left. I said bye to her and left her near a Auto galli and the then left for the metro. The moment she left me, she blocked me on all apps and it seemed very fishy. Later when I read the reviews for that restaurant, I realised that the place is known for such many scams and the usual bill in such cases comes around 40-50K. While paying the bill at the cafe, the server smirked at me and said I was lucky. Later only I realized that why that server told me that I'm lucky. Lucky to be scammed only for 8k.
So folks, please be cautious and vigilant in this Pure app or any other such shady dating apps. I felt that Ajith Kumar was right in the movie - Mankatha where he called Laxmi Rai a Th$&**' and shot her.

My family and I just got back from our trip and I always see recaps so here's mine!
We booked a Cabana Bay pool view family suite package via Costco Travel and the price was a pretty great deal. I enjoyed working with Costco Travel immensely!
SUNDAY
We arrived to the resort via the SuperStar Shuttle around 2pm. The SuperStar Shuttle wasn't anything exciting. The tvs didn't turn on and the driver didn't speak to the passengers. I thought it'd be like Disney's shuttles but alas. No biggie, though.
We checked in, zero wait there. We were assigned a room immediately in the Continental building, first section closest to the lobby on the 6th floor. We went to our room and it was fine. It felt dated, but the beds were soft and it was clean. There was an outside speaker directly below by the doors to Bayliner that was blaring music and it was loud in our room. Since it was only on during pool hours we sucked it up. We were barely going to be in the room anyway.We tried to take a quick nap since we had been up since 6am, but the music couldn't be drowned out via white noise. Thankfully in the couch area once we pulled the divider shut, it was barely noticeable and our 4 year old napped fine. Once she was awake, we headed to the pool. The pool was fun. Not super crowded, and we loved the lazy river. For dinner we ate at Hard Rock in CityWalk. Then we went to bed around 9:30. I learned the pullout couch my daughter was on was AWFUL. It was like sitting on 2x4s. However my 4 year old just slept on the extra pillows from the 2nd queen bed and she was perfectly fine.
MONDAY
We headed to the parks! We are not rope droppers at Disney nor here. We had breakfast at Bayliner Diner (mediocre) and left. We started in Seuss Landing where we rode everything. The longest wait was for the sneetches high in the sky ride and it was only 15 mins. We watched the live book show which was super cute.
Next was Jurassic Park. My 4 year old is only 40" so no rides here, but she thoroughly enjoyed Camp Jurassic. We stopped by the Discovery Center where my kiddo was chosen to name a baby trex. This put her on cloud 9. The discovery center was a lot of fun in itself!
We ate at Thunder Falls Terrance. The chicken was dry as chickenly possible. The corn on the cob and milkshakes were good though.
Next was Hogsmeade...something I was excited about. We first did the wand experience and then afterwards my daughter became hot mess express. She was not interested in WWoHP (how dare she.) So we took a break and relaxed a bit in some AC. After about an hour, we walked over to Universal Studios. We did the Minions ride then Villain Con. Loved both of them! When we left the minions ride, gru and 2 of his daughters were at the exit for meet and greets. When we left villain con and turned the corner, Kevin and Stuart were out for meet and greets. Universal doesn't disappoint with seeing characters! Next was Jimmy Fallon. It was alright.
We walked some circles, then our last ride was Kang and Kodos. On our way out, we saw the Animal Actors show started in 5 minutes so we grabbed a seat. The show was a lot of fun! Back at Cabana Bay we grabbed dinner at the Bayliner. The food was nothing to wrote home about as usual.
TUESDAY
Volcano Bay Day! Breakfast again at Bayliner. Still not great food, but whatever. We walked the short path over to the water park. My daughter is essentially a fish so she had a blast here. We've been to a lot of water parks and this is definitely one of the best, if not thee best. I like the condensed layout. We couldn't ride anything due to our shortie, but we had a blast. There was a severe t-storm that hit about 2 hours after we arrived. We were going to try and make it back to Cabana Bay, but the torrential downpour hit as soon as we exited. We sheltered under the entrance and after the storm passed (45min) we re-entered to a fairly empty park. Ate lunch there, swam, had a good time. We stayed until close and loved every minute. My in laws arrived this evening and checked into their (very quiet) room I. 1 section down from us. I was shocked they couldn't hear the music we could. We ate dinner at NBC bar at CityWalk which was delicious. That night we got some loud neighbors next to us, banging around and talking loudly. Sounded like a group of 20-somethings. They finally quieted down around 11.
WEDNESDAY
Back to the parks, but my kiddo spent the morning with her grandparents. My husband and I got to enjoy the rides. I LOVED the Jurassic River Adventure ride. However the long neck dino at the beginning might want to see a chiropractor for his messed up neck. We popped on over to Hogsmeade and took the train to Diagon Alley. There we grabbed lunch at The Leaky Cauldron - fish and chips. Delicious! We walked around Diagon Alley taking in the sights. It was not busy at all. We watched Celestina Warbeck sing and then I spent too much money on merch. We rode Escape from Gringotts and it was my favorite ride of the trip. We met back up with my in laws and headed back to the resort around 4. I cannot remember what we ate for dinner this evening. We had some pretty intense noise issues from our neighbors. Woke us up twice and my kid once. I have no idea what they were doing but I utilized the text service to which they responded they'd send a security officer to the room. They finally quieted down around 12:30am.
THURSDAY
I was done with the neighbors by this point so walked up to the front desk to see if we could switch rooms. She said yep, just need to pack up. Back to the room i walked. We left our kid at the pool with her grandparents and we packed up. Finally at 11:30 we were in a new room. It was completely quiet. No pool music noise at all. It was the furtherst building in the continental next to the tower, poolside. After getting settled again, back to Volcano Bay. I think our kid was absolutely whooped at this point. We should have done a no parks, rest at the resort day. It ended up being a bust since she cried and fussed most of the time. We came back to Cabana Bay around 3pm. We cleaned up and headed to CityWalk. We had dinner reservations at Toothsome and it was fabulous. Everything we ate was delicious. We spent the evening walking around CityWalk and shopping. That night we had no noise issues in our room, but the pool was packed since Gradventure had started. Middle schoolers everywhere!
FRIDAY
Last parks day. Mid-breakfast at Bayliner. We began the morning in Universal Studios where we met everyone. Betty Boop, Scooby-Doo Gang, Marilyn Monroe, Marge and Bart, Beetelgeuse. We did ET which I ADORED. I didn't expect to enjoy it so much. Then we went to the Bourne Stuntacular and it was mind blowing. My mouth was open the whole time. It ended up being our favorite show. Again, didn't expect to love it since I haven't seen a Bourne movie in ages but it was extremely well done. Next up we rode Transformers... no one was a fan of that one. We ate lunch at the Irish pub (can't remember the name). Service was bad. I think she forgot we existed, but food was food. Upon leaving we saw the Blues Bros show and took some pictures with the stilt walkers in front of the mummy ride. We met up with my in laws upon their exit from the horror makeup show and they took our kiddo back to Cabana Bay to swim around 330. My husband and I went to Kings Cross, waited about an hour with hordes of middle schoolers, then in Hogsmeade we grabbed some butterbeer. We rode flight of the hippogriff and trekked over to Jurassic Park again. We rode Kong after a 25 minute technical delay. We both didn't think it was worth the wait. By then the park was closing so we headed out. We picked up our daughter and went to Aventura across the street. Dinner there was delicious! Back at Cabana Bay we swam then fell asleep.
SATURDAY
check out day. Check out was easy. We had a late afternoon flight delayed by 4 hours due to storms but made it home around 10pm. SuperStar Shuttle was great. Our driver told us jokes and they played Rise of Gru on the tv. I'm now in post vacation blues mode :(
SUMMARY
I felt it hard to not compare to Disney since we've done Disney a lot minus COVID years. Disney's resorts were all cleaner, food was all better quality, and the overall atmosphere is more magical. We've stayed at 4 Disney resorts from economy to luxury and all were stellar. I found Cabana Bay to be lower quality than Pop Century at Disney.
Cons about Cabana Bay: The grounds were not well kept...cigarette butts everywhere. The pool area was trashed. I hate to say it but it was like the caliber of people in the resort just didnt care about litter or cleanliness. I watched families toss their trash in the sand and leave wet, used towels on the ground (towel returns were readily available.) When the pool closed, there were families that were literally arguing with the lifeguards because their watch said they still had 3 minutes. 2 families just berating the lifeguards!? Awkward. The Bayliner constantly had drink machines down and the food was blegh except for a few things. The pool was great but for some reason had no small youth life vests? Super weird. That would seem like the size you most need. The noise problems with room #1 put a damper on our nights, but the new room was great so that was just poor luck initially. More than once we entered an elevator that reeked of weed. I smoke weed, but it was a turn off to be in a hot elevator with it. Sofa beds are bad. I saw other people talk about this, too. Buy a topper!
Pros about Cabana Bay: transportation. Literally never waited longer than 5-10 min. Bus drivers were all so nice. The gift shop employees were delightful and the arcade and bowling alley were clean and an added bonus. The milkshakes from the malt shop were AMAZING!! The main pool was large and the slide and splash pad was great. Check in and ticket pick up was a breeze. The middle schoolers packed the resort beginning on Thursday, but the chaperones kept them in check so we were never bothered.
Final note... Going from CB to Aventura and Sapphire Falls across the street was like daylight and dark. Those 2 resorts were quiet and felt way more like Disney's moderate or luxury resorts: clean, peaceful, modern. I'd definitely stay in one of those next time.

Hey, been writing this for a while. Got a dozen chapters at the moment. All of whom are interviews from veterans after a global war between humanity and aliens.
The premise is that after a short conflict/flashpoint between NATO and Russia in the baltics, that region becomes incredibly militarized as both sides pile up army units preparing for an inevitable conflict in the near future. Then you have meteors hitting Lithuania and Latvia. Which turns out were carrying an unknown Alien race which attempted to desperately colonize earth after their home planet was rendered inhabitable.
This is but one of the chapters. Fyi when they refer to crabs, they are talking about the alien cannon fodder units, 1 to 3m tall bipedal beings that have the face of crustaceans.
Feel free to give me any criticism you'd like. This is just a taste of what I'm working, if people are interested I will share more.

November 2034, Gdansk. European Federation

Pzschemek courteously welcomes me into his apartment, gently balancing his half-asleep young boy in one arm as he opens the door. The 34th floor of this public housing tower was completed just a year ago. As a combat veteran, the governement paid half of the price on the already affordable apartment. Since the official end of hostilities and the remarkable population surge, these towering structures, inspired by their Asian counterpart, have sprouted in nearly every remaining major city across the continent. Having seen combat from the start all the way to the end, I was referred to him by the head of the Polish Army Land Forces who was his battalion commander during the start of the war.
I'm offered a seat on the living room sofa, amidst scattered toys and clothes strewn about. He settles across from me, his son peacefully asleep in his arms, after preparing coffee for us.
A veteran of the war, he had seen combat all across Poland as a tank commander.

"When I began my training, we operated with the PT-91, an upgraded Soviet-designed T-72—sturdy, but we viewed them as deathtraps. Just imagine our optimism when my battalion received our first Leopards 2a7. Transitioning from a 1980s Soviet tank to modern german, American and ever Korean tanks—before the war in Ukraine, even entertaining such a notion aloud would have warranted a psychological evaluation. After a year or so. I knew that thing inside and out. It had short comings but it was a beauty.

He points to a frame on the wall—a cutout of a newspaper front page. It depicts him and his other crew members atop their tank ‘Sokoly’ written on its cannon, with a destroyed tripod lying on the floor behind them, the backdrop a sight of a ravaged city. With the title; “Our boys took Vilnius!"
"We made the front page of Gazeta Wyborcza with that picture. Our company commander sent it in. My parents hadn't heard from me in weeks, and one day, he recognized me on the front page at a news stand."
His face lights up with a warm smile.
"We hit the road five hours after the first landings. My vehicle was still getting fueled when I drove into our base, rushing to the briefing room in my jeans and rain jacket. I was expecting orders to be to rush to the Belarusian border or help out our guys in Lithuania to fend of the russians. Instead, our company commander starts talking about visitors from another world, how the info keeps pouring in every minute, but everything's still up in the air. We didn’t believe him until we saw the footage of the meteor landings, or air force footage from the airstrikes on beings we didn’t even know could exist. That one footage from that tank station, those crabs walking in and shooting all those civilians really set us off. That segment where one crab ripped out the arm of a dead man to make sure he was dead must have filled us with hate. Even do we didn’t know who or what they were. We didn’t ask too many questions. You’d expect us to yell out stuff in the likes of “Have we tried to make contact with them? What is the United Nations saying? From what planet are they?” but the only questions that could be heard was “Did the 2-5 tank get its tracks fixed? How much water should we take? Do we get our shells here or the TAA?”
“We were scared don’t get me wrong but I’m still proud of my boys, Its been a while but we still have contact with each other. Last summer I was the best man at my loader’s wedding.”
After laying down his boy, who had just woken up, he watches as the little one instantly grabs a toy police car and starts playing with it. Pzshemek gazes at his son, lost in thought, as he happily engages with his toy.

"We spent five hours on the road, with our tanks hitched onto trucks. When we finally reached our deployment area, chaos was everywhere. The roads were packed with cars from the north—Polish, Lithuanian, even Russian and Belarussian plates. People crammed into buses, I even saw a truck with an empty container but packed with civilians inside. On one van, boys sat on top, like scenes from trains in India. It's a miracle we only arrived an hour late. In Suwalki, we turned an Ikea parking lot into a makeshift FOB. Half of it was filled with troops fresh back from Lithuania and the border. Fresh might not be the right word. They were ravaged, they sat in silences. Nearly all with bandages or injuries of some sorts. The heavily wounded were being treated in tents and civilian ambulances. The dead layed in rows and rows of bodybags. They had commandeered one of or trench building vehicles to dig a mass grave for them. Helicopters landed, unloaded countless men and they loaded the helis to the brim with the injured. Tents and tents of make shift hospitals. More and more troops arrived. They looked like they’ve been to hell. I remember at one time my gaze met one of the men. I was looking around until I saw him looking at me. He was sitting on a stretcher being treated by a paramedic, his chest and arms were burned black. He was staring at me. I don’t know if it was the morphine or the shock, his gaze wouldn’t leave me. Fighter jets kept buzzing us. On our way to bomb targets and to slow the advance of the crabs down as much as they could. I was confident on our way there but the sight of all those defeated man made me want to empty my guts. We got called to a tent to get a briefing on the situation. There was a white board with grainy pictures of what we could expect. Even drawings. It was the Polish military attaché to Lithuania himself who gave the briefing to us. He looked like he had been to hell. I learned later he had to be restrained with the help of punches and shoved into the last helicopter out of Vilnius by his men.”
“What did he discuss?”
"We're in the dark, and we're counting on you to keep us informed as you hold the line. My English doesn't do it justice, but that was the last thing he said before we set out. We knew more different type of enemy assets would emerge as they settled in. Turns out, our drones spotted them digging into the meteors they landed in. As we left the FOB, they were loading everything onto anything with a motor and wheels. They didn't anticipate us holding our ground. Now, that's what I call motivation.”
Our chat got interrupted when Pszemek's wife walking into the apartment, decked out in nurse scrubs and juggling grocery bags. Pszemek jumped up to help her out, and they headed to the hallway, chatting away in Polish. Before she disappeared into the dimly lit bedroom, they stole a quick kiss.
“She has the night shift.” He said coldly as he put away the groceries. “We got on our tanks, our entire company made it and we were lined up platoon by platoon.
I closed the hatch, sat down, put my helmet on. My loader who also was my assistant of sorts. Installed the radios, helped copy the maps our lieutenant got, made coffee or passed drinks. He gave me a thumbs up, it was our signal and it meant we had radio communications with everyone that mattered. I pressed the push to talk of my microphone. “Everyone in position? Sound off!” I tried to say firmly and calmly. I knew back then it wasn’t the time to show any fear to my boys.
“Driver ready!” One voice yelled loudly. “Gunner ready!” followed by “Loader ready!” we set off right after that
At Suwalki we had to hold the highway entering the city from the north. Nothing particular, just fields and roads. We would have excelled there if we faced anything other than that. As dawn broke. The air strikes and artillery lured closer and closer. Along with our reconnaissance elements on the radio notifying us every time they got one kilometer closer. We could just sit there, it took us five minutes to mark and call out points of interests in that field so that we could communicate quickly during the battle and then we counted down the kilometers between us and them. Some men smoked, wrote letters. My gunner, a young guy he must have been 19 back then. He opened the hatch suddenly to vomit outside. Our nerves were all over the place. We nearly shot our recon troops as they speeded through our lines. They rushed through us and took cover behind us. They had done their job warning us and coordinating airstrikes. I told my boys it was our moment to shine. That whatever may walk,run,crawl over the border that we were the Polish anvil set on stopping them. We sat at two kilometers from the first woodline. We had infantry in the woods to our west and east. We had the open fields. We had to stop them or win time for the folks in Suwalki. But this wasn’t Lithuania, Latvia or Estonia. This was Poland. We wouldn’t give them an inch. We all grew up listening to our grandparents talking about what the Nazis and Soviets did to them and to our country.
At first, it was lone crabs on that wood line. They moved from tree to tree. We could see their silhouettes on the thermal sights. As more of those crab joined them we didn’t bother to shoot. We called in the mortar platoon to take care of them. Even after the mortars landed and took care of the first ones, their numbers grew. Then when there mobs of them we called in the 155mm artillery. It turned that forest. We felt the shockwaves as it blasted them. Trees were shredded and their pieces sent hundreds of meter away. Then we heard the first rumble of the beetles. I still have no idea why they didn’t appear on my thermals with all the heat they were carrying inside. If it wasn’t for the dawn and the reflection of the moonlight I might not have seen it until it was on top of me. Those things were as big as an apartment block. I still can't wrap my head around how those beasts survived a journey across galaxies. Must be why they were so darn hard to kill. We had no idea how they fought, how fast they could move. We called them beetles because it was the only thing earth like we could remotely compare them to in shape. I felt my heart race when I switched to normal sight and saw one of them move. I was looking right at it yet it appeared black as the solid on my thermal heat sight. There must have been six of them pushing that field alone. Against twelve of our tanks and three platoon’s worth of infantrymen and IFVs, you'd think we could've held them. But when they carpet-bombed us with fire, everyone lost it. Those beasts opened their mouth as their throat expanded, the fire inside of that could hurt to look at if you watched it with the naked eye. We didn’t know what to expect, but them spitting magma on us wasn’t on our bingo list so to say. Sure, they were two hundred meters short, but everyone outside of tanks must've felt the heat. They fired what could only be described as ropes of magma all in unison. The infantry platoon beside us, even the most ‘gung ho’ grunts who had had time to dig trenches, said ‘fuck that’ did a 180 and sprinted back a few hundred meters. Our platoon commander was swearing up a storm on the radio, trying to get their commander to get his men in order. Can't blame them. We opened fire right after their attempt to cremate us. I told my gunner to aim for the head and fire. Even with the shock of the 122mm armor-piercing shell hitting it, the thing just staggered and kept moving. Even in the tank, with all that armor and my ear protection, I could still hear my colleagues unloading on them. Again and again I ordered my gunner to go for the head. I still don’t know how they survived the kinetic shock alone of a shell like that hitting them. Later on in the war we learned that it gave them those weird types of concussions that made them act all weird, made them even attack their own side and such. But at the time, you can imagine me sitting there looking at them eating a tank shell like it was nothing. One shell hit its upper back. We saw the shell ricochet of its back and fly god knows where in the horizon behind it. My loader was grabbing shells and loading them in the breech at a rythm he could have gotten a medal for that alone. They were getting closer. The beetles and the crabs moving in with them. They spit fire again in unison. This time they were right on the mark. I heard the commander of the tank on my left yell in the radio as his tank ate hot magma. They were safe for now on the inside but the panic it instilled, there was nothing like it. Keep in mind, we still had 155mm artillery landing, it didn’t seem to be bothered by it even do the crabs next to those things were turned into moshed potatoes by the shrapnel and shock blast.
Pszemek got up suddenly to move his kid away from the kitchen as he tried to grab a hold of the hot coffee pot.
“little devil” he said silently.
“When I realized we couldn’t pierce it from the front I ordered by gunner to go for its knee caps. He didn’t hesitate and put its sight on it. The beetle was moving slowly enough for him to aim. My loader, exhausted from carrying shell after shell yelled out “GOTOWY” with a blood curling yell right before my gunner pulled the trigger on the joystick. The ignition on the shell shook the tank as it always did. It’s like a giant punch that makes the whole vehicle jolt backward violently. You can feel the force ripple through the tank, and everything inside shakes for a moment before it steadies again thanks to the suspension. The shell hit it right on the mark. The beast lost its footing. It crashed face-down, crushing a few crabs beneath it who were taking cover under it. It took a few moments for the creature to rise on another leg. Sharp as a fox, my gunner aimed for the first leg on the opposite side and fired another armor piercing shell through the meaty split between its strong carapace. The devil was down. With its front legs disabled, it had no balance. Instinctively, I grabbed the radio. The radio was buzzing with "NO EFFECT ON THE TARGET" and "LIEUTENANT, LET'S GET OUTTA HERE, FOR GOD'S SAKE." I shouted at my colleagues to aim for the kneecaps to slow them down. It got everyone to shut up and focus at the task at hand.



One by one, the beetles crashed in the mud. Don’t get me wrong, they kept shooting their magma at us. My tank got some aswell. It cooked our thermal sights and lazer warning receivers instantly. But since our engine was spared we just had to reverse back twenty meters and we were alright. We were speeding at 30km/h in reverse, I was praying there wouldn’t be a confused 20 year old infantry man end up under our tracks. The beetles were everything but precise. They even hit their own crabs as they desperately spat fire. The amount of which was drastically lower than earlier, their fuel tank just like ours were running low. One brave bastard on the radio yelled out for us to wait for it to fire and then hit it right in the mouth. That’s literally a tactic out of a video game. We did as he told. My gunner was with his sight right on what can be described as its mouth. His knee shaked in anticipation of the shot. I was looking at the gunner sight through my screen. As it opened its mouth, I didn’t even have time to yell “FIRE” that my gunner had already unleashed a high explosive shell down that thing’s throat.”
Pszemek looked at his boy with a warm smile as he thought back at one of the few good events of that fateful night.
“The devil exploded, the flash was so bright it lit up the interior of our tank through the periscopes. For a second I could see the exhausted look on my loader sweaty face. The fire gulf must have taken out god knows how many of the crabs taking shelter near it. My entire platoon followed suit and before long the entire field lit up with the explosions of those devils. I heard later from the folks in Suwalki that they saw the flashes of light all the way back there. One by one we took them out like that.
With the beetles out of the picture, we made quick work of the crabs. They were only five hundred meters away, close enough to start firing. Against our tanks, they didn’t stand a chance. The infantry was less fortunate. I saw one of them fire one of their shoulder mounted cannon, hit an IFV on its side and afterwards I saw the crew throwing themselves out of their vehicle as they burned alive. We took out three-quarters of them before they scrambled back across the field the way they came. Then we picked them off as they ran. Our coaxial gun was working overtime, we barely could keep up reloading that machine gun. I was praying it would’nt jam or overheat. With the last one down and our lieutenant on the radio, praising our performance, I unlocked my hatch, swung it open, and peeked outside. There were still patches of molten magma here and there, and the whole field reeked of sulfur and gunpowder. People were treating the wounded, some men cried, some men were laughing hysterically. Most of them were quiet. I lit up a cigarette, wiping the sweat off my face with a towel. The loader tossed me a can of Monster from our makeshift fridge. I gave him props for his work before he collapsed from exhaustion.

We could have stayed there, all of us would have been happy dying in that field if it meant we slowed their advance into our country. Turns out high command had other plans for us. We held but the units on our flanks were about to break. They had already plans for if ww3 popped off. They already know which unit would be desimated and which would have been spared if the Russians had decided to attack. The worst case scenario had a defensive line from Gdansk through Olsztyn all the way to Bialystok. We had the momentum as we cowardly fled back to Augustow. Stopping time and time again to give time for refugees to flee south. We were glad the Russians in Kaliningrad took a beating. They estimated they held ¾ of the crabs in the southern front. Every fight was harder than the last. We had less and less ammo. Jets were flying less and less. Especially when the crabs found a way to shoot them off the sky.
We felt like cowards every time. Sure we got allot of civilians safe, but even then we felt like we failed despite how many Crabs, Tripods or beetles we stopped.

As per title, I have some relatives visiting who are all smokers, as you can imagine key priority is finding cheap cigarettes,
So regardless of the brand what is the lowest price for pack of 20 cigarettes that you know of and where?
Example, we just bought Elixyr for 5eur a pack.
Thank you

This is a list of rappers (including DJs and some important executives) sorted by year of birth. I tried to include as many notable ones as I could. Reason I did this was because it was very interesting to see some of the age differences between rappers that I didn't expect. Chose to do up to '90 so as not to include younger or up-and-coming artists but the 'established' ones. Anyway here it is and enjoy:
1955: DJ Kool Herc
1956: Big Bank Hank
1957: Afrika Bambaataa, Russell Simmons, Wonder Mike
1958: Grandmaster Flash, Ice-T, Jimmy Spicer
1959: Flavor Flav, Kurtis Blow
1960: Chuck D, Grandmaster Caz
1961: DJ Yella, Grandmaster Melle Mel, Guru
1962: Kool Moe Dee, Lady B, MC Hammer, Schoolly D, Sha-Rock
1963: Coolio, Eric B, Kool Keith, Rick Rubin, Shock G, Sir Mix-A-Lot
1964: Adam Yauch, Biz Markie, DJ Run, DMC, Eazy-E, Jalil Hutchins, Jaz-O, John Fletcher, Pepa
1965: Arabian Prince, Benzino, Dr. Dre, Jam Master Jay, KRS One, Mike D, Sen Dog, Slick Rick, Suge Knight
1966: Ad Rock, Bushwick Bill, Dan the Automator, DJ Premier, GZA, Salt, Too Short, Willie D
1967: E-40, Heavy D, Master P, Tim Dog, Vanilla Ice, Young MC
1968: Big Daddy Kane, Black Rob, Funkmaster Flex, Kool G Rap, LL Cool J, Lord Jamar, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Rakim, The D.O.C., Trugoy the Dove, Will Smith
1969: Baby Bash, Birdman, Brotha Lynch Hung, Everlast, Ice Cube, Jay-Z, Masta Killa, MC Ren, Nate Dogg, P. Diddy, Pos, RZA, Tone, Wyclef Jean
1970: B-Real, Bret Epic Mazur, Craig Mack, DMX, Fat Joe, Fred Durst, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, MC Lyte, Phife Dawg, Poke, Q-Tip, Queen Latifah, Raekwon, Redman, Scarface, Treach, U-God, Warren G, Zack de la Rocha
1971: 2pac, Big Pun, Black Thought, Fatman Scoop, Kid Rock, Method Man, MF Doom, Missy Elliot, Questlove, Snoop Dogg, Tech N9ne, Yo-Yo
1972: 8Ball, AZ, Busta Rhymes, Common, Del the Funky Homosapien, Eminem, Kurupt, Lil Jon, Pras, Sean Price, Slug, The Notorious BIG, Violent J
1973: Akon, Bun B, Hussein Fatal, Krayzie Bone, Madlib, Nas, Pharrell Williams, Pimp C, Project Pat, Proof, Ras Kass, Twista, Yasiin Bey/Mos Def
1974: apl.de.ap, Beanie Sigel, Big L, Canibus, Chad Hugo, Cuban Link, Da Brat, Havoc, Lil' Kim, Nelly, Prodigy, R.A. the Rugged Man, Shaggy 2 Dope, Shifty Shellshock, Styles P, Xzibit
1975: 50 Cent, Andre 3000, Big Boi, DJ Khaled, El-P, Jadakiss, Juicy J, Juvenile, Killer Mike, Lauryn Hill, Mase, Redfoo, Skee-Lo, Talib Kweli, will.i.am
1976: Aesop Rock, Bizzare, Bizzy Bone, Cam'ron, Ja Rule, Jay Electronica, Jean Grae, Jim Jones, Rick Ross
1977: 2 Chainz, Brother Ali, Fabolous, Jeezy, Kanye West, Ludacris, Mike Shinoda, N.O.R.E., Obie Trice, Pusha T, Royce Da 5'9", Saigon, Soulja Slim, Vinnie Paz, Yaki Kadafi, Z-Ro
1978: Eve, Foxy Brown, Freeway, Immortal Technique, Mac Daddy, Max B, Memphis Bleek, Murs, Roc Marciano, Swizz Beatz, Tony Yayo
1979: Chamillionaire, Daddy Mac, Flo Rida, Gunplay, The Game, Yelawolf
1980: Chingy, Gucci Mane, Joe Budden, Nick Cannon, Remy Ma, Slim Thug, T.I.
1981: Curren$y, Danny Brown, Eyedea, Lil' Flip, Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Pitbull, Yo Gotti, Young Buck
1982: Boosie Badazz, Cassidy, Freddie Gibbs, Lil Wayne, Lloyd Banks, Lupe Fiasco, Nicki Minaj, Ty Dolla Sign
1983: Charlie Clips, Childish Gambino, Chinx, Future, Macklemore
1984: Benny the Butcher, BJ the Chicago Kid, Dizaster, French Montana, Hollow da Don, Kid Cudi, Loaded Lux, Wale
1985: J. Cole, Nipsey Hussle, Webbie
1986: Anderson .Paak, Arsonal, Big K.R.I.T., Drake, Dumbfoundead, Kevin Gates, Kid Ink, Schoolboy Q, Sky Blu, Waka Flocka Flame
1987: Ab-Soul, Justina Valentine, Kendrick Lamar, Meek Mill, Mozzy, Wiz Khalifa
1988: ASAP Rocky, Awkwafina, Big Sean, B.o.B, Dave East, Hitman Holla
1989: Conceited, G-Eazy, Lil B, Nav, Scrim, Tyga
1990: Iggy Azalea, Logic, Machine Gun Kelly, Sean Kingston, Soulja Boy, YG

This is a list of rappers (including DJs and some important executives) sorted by year of birth. I tried to include as many notable ones as I could. Reason I did this was because it was very interesting to see some of the age differences between rappers that I didn't expect. Chose to do up to '90 so as not to include younger or up-and-coming artists but the 'established' ones. Anyway here it is and enjoy:
1955: DJ Kool Herc
1956: Big Bank Hank
1957: Afrika Bambaataa, Russell Simmons, Wonder Mike
1958: Grandmaster Flash, Ice-T, Jimmy Spicer
1959: Flavor Flav, Kurtis Blow
1960: Chuck D, Grandmaster Caz
1961: DJ Yella, Grandmaster Melle Mel, Guru
1962: Kool Moe Dee, Lady B, MC Hammer, Schoolly D, Sha-Rock
1963: Coolio, Eric B, Kool Keith, Rick Rubin, Shock G, Sir Mix-A-Lot
1964: Adam Yauch, Biz Markie, DJ Run, DMC, Eazy-E, Jalil Hutchins, Jaz-O, John Fletcher, Pepa
1965: Arabian Prince, Benzino, Dr. Dre, Jam Master Jay, KRS One, Mike D, Sen Dog, Slick Rick, Suge Knight
1966: Ad Rock, Bushwick Bill, Dan the Automator, DJ Premier, GZA, Salt, Too Short, Willie D
1967: E-40, Heavy D, Master P, Tim Dog, Vanilla Ice, Young MC
1968: Big Daddy Kane, Black Rob, Funkmaster Flex, Kool G Rap, LL Cool J, Lord Jamar, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Rakim, The D.O.C., Trugoy the Dove, Will Smith
1969: Baby Bash, Birdman, Brotha Lynch Hung, Everlast, Ice Cube, Jay-Z, Masta Killa, MC Ren, Nate Dogg, P. Diddy, Pos, RZA, Tone, Wyclef Jean
1970: B-Real, Bret Epic Mazur, Craig Mack, DMX, Fat Joe, Fred Durst, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, MC Lyte, Phife Dawg, Poke, Q-Tip, Queen Latifah, Raekwon, Redman, Scarface, Treach, U-God, Warren G, Zack de la Rocha
1971: 2pac, Big Pun, Black Thought, Fatman Scoop, Kid Rock, Method Man, MF Doom, Missy Elliot, Questlove, Snoop Dogg, Tech N9ne, Yo-Yo
1972: 8Ball, AZ, Busta Rhymes, Common, Del the Funky Homosapien, Eminem, Kurupt, Lil Jon, Pras, Sean Price, Slug, The Notorious BIG, Violent J
1973: Akon, Bun B, Hussein Fatal, Krayzie Bone, Madlib, Nas, Pharrell Williams, Pimp C, Project Pat, Proof, Ras Kass, Twista, Yasiin Bey/Mos Def
1974: apl.de.ap, Beanie Sigel, Big L, Canibus, Chad Hugo, Cuban Link, Da Brat, Havoc, Lil' Kim, Nelly, Prodigy, R.A. the Rugged Man, Shaggy 2 Dope, Shifty Shellshock, Styles P, Xzibit
1975: 50 Cent, Andre 3000, Big Boi, DJ Khaled, El-P, Jadakiss, Juicy J, Juvenile, Killer Mike, Lauryn Hill, Mase, Redfoo, Skee-Lo, Talib Kweli, will.i.am
1976: Aesop Rock, Bizzare, Bizzy Bone, Cam'ron, Ja Rule, Jay Electronica, Jean Grae, Jim Jones, Rick Ross
1977: 2 Chainz, Brother Ali, Fabolous, Jeezy, Kanye West, Ludacris, Mike Shinoda, N.O.R.E., Obie Trice, Pusha T, Royce Da 5'9", Saigon, Soulja Slim, Vinnie Paz, Yaki Kadafi, Z-Ro
1978: Eve, Foxy Brown, Freeway, Immortal Technique, Mac Daddy, Max B, Memphis Bleek, Murs, Roc Marciano, Swizz Beatz, Tony Yayo
1979: Chamillionaire, Daddy Mac, Flo Rida, Gunplay, The Game, Yelawolf
1980: Chingy, Gucci Mane, Joe Budden, Nick Cannon, Remy Ma, Slim Thug, T.I.
1981: Curren$y, Danny Brown, Eyedea, Lil' Flip, Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Pitbull, Yo Gotti, Young Buck
1982: Boosie Badazz, Cassidy, Freddie Gibbs, Lil Wayne, Lloyd Banks, Lupe Fiasco, Nicki Minaj, Ty Dolla Sign
1983: Charlie Clips, Childish Gambino, Chinx, Future, Macklemore
1984: Benny the Butcher, BJ the Chicago Kid, Dizaster, French Montana, Hollow da Don, Kid Cudi, Loaded Lux, Wale
1985: J. Cole, Nipsey Hussle, Webbie
1986: Anderson .Paak, Arsonal, Big K.R.I.T., Drake, Dumbfoundead, Kevin Gates, Kid Ink, Schoolboy Q, Sky Blu, Waka Flocka Flame
1987: Ab-Soul, Justina Valentine, Kendrick Lamar, Meek Mill, Mozzy, Wiz Khalifa
1988: ASAP Rocky, Awkwafina, Big Sean, B.o.B, Dave East, Hitman Holla
1989: Conceited, G-Eazy, Lil B, Nav, Scrim, Tyga
1990: Iggy Azalea, Logic, Machine Gun Kelly, Sean Kingston, Soulja Boy, YG

Idk if this is just a me thing or what but HOLY SHIT the customers at my store have been so much worse than usual lately and I'm just left wondering what the hell is in the water tbh
Started last Tuesday with some junkie homeless guy that was yelling insults and slurs because he was asked to leave, since then my store has had some lady getting angry about ice cream and a few days before that apparently yelling at a clerk over accidentally ringing her drink up as new instead of a refill, some guy harassing the NA so bad the cops had to be called, some parents buying cigarettes for themselves and having their 7/8 year old kid ask us employees to get him food (apparently the parents do that with stuff themselves too) and just before I left for the day a little bit ago, some dude getting pissy with me and my 2A because of the price of a beer bottle (among numerous other instances of shitty attitudes and behavior, far more than usual)
Is anyone else noticing an uptick of customers just being straight up assholes in the past few weeks? Or is it just me/a run of bad luck at my store?

Hello 240sx community!
Im in need of a help. Im deciding on new seats for my s13 and from all i was able to read on old forums the s15/gtr seat was go-to before shitbox prices went crazy but nowdays single s15 seat in good-ish condition (no cigarette burns and not ripped) go for like 1500. What i cant justify for 25year old seat in good-ish condition.
So before i buy new recaros with fia for kidney money. Are there any modern car swaps done for 240 ? Ive read some about people trying to fab up gtjuke nismo seats but they are too tall so even if you fit them seating position is uncomfortable.
Thanks a lot in advance for any feedback! (and sorry for my english, its not my first language)

Hey everyone, hope all is well! It's my first time selling here! Tried to put together some really dope stuff so I hope y'all enjoy! Get at me for more info or if looking for something specific!
All Records Individually Priced And Graded Below. Please Message Or Comment To Purchase.
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-Graded Vinyl/Cover-
Cannonball Adderley And His Orchestra - African Waltz 1961 OG Sealed M/NM $40
Dorothy Ashby - Afro-Harping 2022 RE Sealed M/M $65
Louis Armstrong - Louis Armstrong Meets Oscar Peterson 1960 OG NM/NM $80
Azymuth - Telecommunication 2022 RE Sealed M/M $28
Ron Carter - All Blues 1974 OG Sealed M/M $48
Bobby Caldwell - Bobby Caldwell 1978 OG EX/SVG $42
Miles Davis - Porgy And Bess 1977 RE NM/NM $16
Miles Davis - In Person, At The Blackhawk 1973 RE VG+/NM $16
Miles Davis Sextet - Someday My Prince Will Come 1961 OG VG+/NM $100
Miles Davis - Seven Steps To Heaven 1963 OG SVG/VG+ $28
Alain Goraguer - La Planète Sauvage (Fantastic Planet OST) 2014 EX/NM $48
Johnny Hammond - The Prophet 1973 OG NM/VG+ $10
Al Hirt - Soul In The Horn 1967 OG $22
Steve Marshall - Do What You Will 1978 VG+/VG- $850
Jimmy McGriff - Black And Blues 1972 OG Sealed M/M $48
The Randy Weston Trio - Get Happy With The Randy Weston Trio 1956 VG-/G+ $10
Chet Baker - Baker's Holiday 1965 OG Looks VG- Plays VG/VG+ Cover $45
Chet BakeChristopher Mason - Silent Nights 1986 OG VG+/VG $58
Tony Bennett - The Tony Bennett Bill Evans Album 1975 OG EX/VG+ $16
Miles Davis - Kind Of Blue 2017 EU Blue Vinyl Sealed M/M $18
Paul Desmond - Summertime 1969 OG NM/VG+ $12
The Gil Evans Orchestra - Into The Hot 1974 RE VG+/VG+ $15
Gil Evans And His Orchestra - America's #1 Arranger 1961 RE NM/G+ $7
The Gil Evans Orchestra - Little Wing (Live In Germany) 1982 RE VG+/SVG $5
Buddy DeFranco Quintet - Cooking The Blues 1958 OG VG+/VG $20
Grant Green - Easy 1978 OG VG/SVG $5
Bobby Hutcherson - Now! 1970 OG Looks G+ Plays VG-/VG+ Cover $36
Thelonious Monk - Monk's Moods 2016 EU Sealed M/M $18
Gary McFarland /Gabor Szabo - Simpático G+/VG+ $8
Joe Pass - Virtuoso #2 1977 OG G+/VG+ $5
Lonnie Smith - Think! 1968 OG G+/SVG $10
Gabor Szabo - The Best Of Gabor Szabo 1968 OG EX/EX $12
B.B. King - The Electric B.B. King 1968 OG VG+/VG+ $15
B.B. King - B.B. King In London 1971 OG EX/EX $20
Lil Green - Romance In The Dark 1971 OG VG/G+ $3
John Lee Hooker - The Best Of John Lee Hooker 1962 RE VG+/VG+ $20
Taj Mahal - The Natch'l Blues 1970 RE NM/NM $18
Taj Mahal - Recycling The Blues & Other Related Stuff 1972 OG EX/EX $15
Taj Mahal - Mo' Roots 1974 OG VG+/VG+ $10
Taj Mahal - Music Keeps Me Together 1975 Canada OG NM/EX $15
Various - The Mike Raven Blues Show 1966 UK OG NM/EX $10
Jimmy Reed - T'aint No Big Thing But He Is... 1963 OG G+/VG+ $4
Johnny Guitar Watson - A Real Mother For Ya 1977 OG VG/VG+ $5
Muddy Waters - The Best Of Muddy Waters 2015 RE Europe VG+/NM $18
Muddy Waters - The London Muddy Waters Sessions 2016 RE NM/NM $24
The Bluesmen Of The Muddy Waters Chicago Blues Band - Volume 2 1968 OG VG/G $15
Muddy Waters - Muddy Mississippi Waters Live 1979 OG Looks VG Plays SVG/VG+ Cover $12
Muddy Waters - Hard Again 1977 OG NM/EX $25
Brian Auger's Oblivion Express - Second Wind 1972 Germany VG/VG+ $12
David Buckland & Blackjack Davey - This One's For You 1981 OG EX/NM $28
The Dean Davis Company - IInd Time Around 1969 OG SVG/SVG (Signed) $90
Les Claypool's Fearless Flying Frog Brigade - Live Frogs Set 1 & 2 2020 RE Green Splatter Vinyl NM/NM $45
Faces - Ohh La La 1973 OG SVG/VG+ $15
Phil Flowers - Alpha And Omega 1973 OG VG+/VG+ $80
Franciscan Sisters - Joy 1962 VG+/VG+ $24
Harumi - Harumi 1968 OG VG/VG+ $50
José José - Vive 1974 OG VG+/VG+ $20
Elias Rahbani - Mosaic Of The Orient (Näi, Buzuk & Guitar) 1972 Lebanon OG VG+/NM $150
Middle Tennessee State University- Rimusic III NM/NM 1983 $78
Peanut Butter Conspiracy - For Children Of All Ages 1969 OG VG+/NM $29
Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese 2013 RE M/NM $38
Primus - Pork Soda 2009 RE NM/NM $48
Primus - Antipop 2019 RE Clear Blue Vinyl NM/NM $58
Primus - Primus & The Chocolate Factory With The Fungi Ensemble 2014 Brown Vinyl EX/NM $20
Big L - The Big Picture 2019 2LP RE Clear w White Smoke NM/NM $90
D.I.T.C. - The Official Version 2000 Sealed OG M/M $42
De La Soul - 3 Feet High And Rising 2023 RE Magenta Vinyl Sealed $22
Ben Harper - Fight For Your Mind 2015 RE Red/Green 2LP EX/NM $45
Evelyn "Champagne" King - Smooth Talk 1977 RE VG+/VG+ $5
Kool And The Gang - The Force 1977 OG NM/VG $8
Kool & The Gang - Celebrate! 1980 VG+/EX $6
Kool & The Gang - Emergency 1984 OG EX/VG+ $4
Gloria Jones - Windstorm 1978 OG NM/SVG Signed $28
Al Kooper / Shuggie Otis - Kooper Session 1969 OG VG/VG $14
Method Man/Redman - Blackout! 1999 Europe OG Disc 1: VG+ Disc 2: VG / VG+ Cover $45
The New York Community Choir - Reachin' Out 1982 OG EX/NM $20
Malo - Malo 1972 OG VG/VG+ $10
Malo - Evolution 1973 OG Looks VG- Plays VG / VG+ Cover $6
Malo - Dos 1972 OG VG+/VG+ $7
Sun Ra - Astro Black 1973 OG VG+/VG+ SOLD
Anita Baker - Rapture 1986 OG NM/VG+ $20
D. J. Rogers - It's Good To Be Alive 1975 OG VG-/VG+ $5
Al Gee - Rap N' Rhythm (Programs #233 - 236) 1975 OG VG+/VG+ $15
The Hesitations - The New Born Free 1968 OG NM/NM $12
Syl Johnson - Back For A Taste Of Your Love 1973 OG SVG/SVG $14
Syl Johnson - Total Explosion 1975 OG VG+/VG+ $14
Various - Rosko's Evergreens Back On The Scene 1964 VG/VG+ $4
The Stylistics - Round 2 1972 OG VG+/NM $8
Johnnie Taylor - Super Taylor 1974 OG EX/VG+ $7
Johnnie Taylor - Rated Extraordinaire 1977 OG VG+/NM $6
Johnnie Taylor - Ever Ready 1978 OG EX/NM $7
The Temptations - Live At The Copa 1968 OG VG/VG+ $4
The Temptations - Wish It Would Rain 1968 OG VG+/VG+ $10
Stevie Wonder - Talking Book 1981 Spain RE NM/VG+ $15
Stevie Wonder - Talking Book 1973 OG EX/VG+ $24
Stevie Wonder - Original Musiquarium 1982 White Label Promo VG/SVG $18
Clarence Carter - The Dynamic Clarence Carter 1969 Sealed M/EX $20
Ray Charles - From The Pages Of My Mind 1986 OG VG+/NM $6
Sammy Davis Jr. - Sings What Kind Of Fool Am I And Other Show-Stoppers 1962 RE M/NM $12
Sammy Davis Jr. - Salutes The Stars Of The London Palladium 1964 OG VG/EX $4
Cat Anderson - Ellingtonia 1962 VG-/VG $2
Duke Ellington - Ellington Indigos 1989 RE NM/NM $12
Duke Ellington - The Early Duke Ellington 1968 OG Sealed M/NM $6
Duke Ellington - This Is Duke Ellington 1971 OG Sealed M/NM $8
Duke Ellington & Teresa Brewer - It Don't Mean A Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing 1981 RE NM/VG+ $5
Louis Armstrong - Louis Armstrong & Duke Ellington 1965 RE VG+/VG+ $8
Dizzy Gillespie - 16 Rare Performances 1966 RE VG+/EX $8
Billie Holiday - The Billie Holiday Story 1972 2LP VG+/VG+ $14
Baby Ray - Where Soul Lives 1967 OG Sealed M/NM $10
Django Reinhardt - Django Reinhardt 1967 OG VG+/VG $7
Don Redman And His Orchestra - For Europeans Only 1983 Denmark NM/NM $12
Charlie Parker And His Orchestra - Night And Day 1960 RE VG/VG $8
Ernestine Anderson - When The Sun Goes Down 1985 OG NM/EX $8
George Benson - Breezin' 1976 VG+/VG+ $5
Art Blakey - Gretsch Drum Night At Birdland 1960 OG VG/VG $10
The Dave Brubeck Quartet - Bossa Nova U.S.A. 1963 OG SVG/VG+ $7
Kenny Burrell - Handcrafted 1978 OG VG/VG+ SOLD
The Eddie Costa Quartet - Guys And Dolls Like Vibes 1958 OG VG/VG+ $5
Keith Jarrett - The Köln Concert 1975 OG VG/VG+ $10
John Klemmer - All The Children Cried VG+/VG+ $8
Les McCann Ltd. - Live At Shelly's Manne-Hole RE NM/VG+ $5
The Modern Jazz Quartet - The Last Concert 1975 OG EX/VG+ $6
The Modern Jazz Quartet - The Atlantic Years 1973 VG+/VG+ $6
Johnny Smith - Phase II 1968 OG Sealed M/M $20
Carlos Santana / Alice Coltrane - Illuminations 1974 OG NM/EX $12
Weather Report - Mr. Gone 1978 OG VG+/VG+ $9
Weather Report - Heavy Weather 1977 OG EX/EX $12
Weather Report - Night Passage 1980 OG EX/VG+ $6
AC/DC - Back In Black 1980 OG VG/VG $14
The Beatles - The Beatles (White Album) 2018 RE New $25
Alice Cooper - Alice Cooper's Greatest Hits 2018 EU New $16
The Doors - The Doors 2009 RE New $20
Eagles - Hotel California 2017 EU RE New $18
Eagles - One Of These Nights 1975 OG VG/G+ $4
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Are You Experienced? 1980s RE VG+/VG- $15
Jimi Hendrix - The Cry Of Love 2014 RE New $16
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Smash Hits 2016 RE New $16
Led Zeppelin - Untitled IV 2023 RE New Clear Vinyl New $19
Led Zeppelin - Houses Of The Holy 1977 RE VG+/G+ $16
Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti 2015 RE New $24
The Rolling Stones - Flowers 1967 Taiwan Unofficial Red Vinyl VG/VG $20
The Rolling Stones - Their Satanic Majesties Request 1968 Taiwan Unofficial Red Vinyl G+/VG $8
The Rolling Stones - Some Girls 1978 OG VG/VG+ $10
The Rolling Stones - Emotional Rescue 1980 OG SVG/VG- $5
The Rolling Stones - Aftermath Taiwan Unofficial Red Vinyl VG/VG $20
Depeche Mode - Memento Mori 2023 New $22
Bob Dylan - New Morning 1970 OG VG+/VG+ $8
Molly Hatchet - Flirtin' With Disaster 1979 OG VG+/VG+ $6
Heart - Bad Animals 1987 OG NM/NM $8
Jerry Lee Lewis - Southern Roots 1973 OG Sealed M/M $10
The Oak Ridge Boys - Fancy Free (Signed By Whole Band) 1981 OG VG+/VG+ $8
Dolly Parton - Heartbreaker 1978 OG Sealed M/NM $14
Dolly Parton - Just Because I'm A Woman 1976 OG Sealed M/NM $12
Iron Butterfly - Sun And Steel 1975 OG EX/VG+ $7
Uriah Heep - Salisbury 1971 Germany RE VG/VG+ $7
Jefferson Airplane - The Worst Of Jefferson Airplane 1970 OG VG/VG+ $3
Steely Dan - Can't Buy A Thrill 1972 White Label Promo VG/G $50
The Smashing Pumpkins - Cyr 2020 OG Purple Vinyl New $20
Bruce Springsteen - Chapter And Verse 2016 OG New M/NM $12
Robin Trower - Caravan To Midnight 1978 OG SVG/SVG $5
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Obituary - Slowly We Rot 2019 RE France Red Vinyl NM/NM SOLD
Showbiz & A.G. - Soul Clap EP Promo VG/GEN $28
Earth, Wind & Fire - The Best Of Earth, Wind & Fire Vol. 1 2017 EX/EX $12
Le Pamplemousse - Le Spank 1977 OG (Signed) VG+/VG $18
Ultimate Spinach - Ultimate Spinach 1968 Taiwan Red Vinyl VG/VG+ $16
100 Proof Aged In Soul - 100 Proof VG/VG $12
Peter Brown - Do Ya Wanna Get Funky With Me? 1977 RE EX/EX $8
Lamont Dozier - Black Bach 1974 OG SVG/NM $9
Lonnie Liston Smith - Love Is The Answer 1980 OG VG+/VG+ $18
Lonnie Liston Smith - A Song For The Children 1979 OG VG+/VG+ SOLD
Stan Getz - Captain Marvel 1975 OG White Label Promo EX/SVG $14
Stan Getz - The Melodic Stan Getz 1965 OG NM/VG+ $5
Stan Getz - What The World Needs Now - Plays Bacharach And David 1968 OG EX/NM $8
Stan Getz - Another World 1978 OG NM/VG+ $10
Wes Montgomery - The Best Of Wes Montgomery 1967 OG VG/VG+ $5
Charli Persip And Superband - In Case You Missed It 1985 Italy OG NM/NM $8
Oscar Peterson - Oscar Peterson 1965 OG SVG/NM $4
Oscar Peterson - Stéphane Grappelli Quartet Vol. 1 1973 France OG NM/EX $8
Don Shirley - Tonal Expressions 1955 OG SVG/VG+ $8