For context, I'm a 16-year-old living in "socialist" Vietnam. For the uninitiated, you must think that we're a bunch of commies who're still singing praise about Mr. Ho Chi Minh whilst fighting off Agent Orange in guerilla warfare. If that's the case, then, oh boy, you couldn't be any further from the truth.
Last summer break, my dad offered me a position at a traditional Vietnamese food restaurant in the local AEON Mall branch for a month. He said that it would give me good work experience and color my CV, which I agreed with at the time. And so, like the 'pride of the family' that I was (yes, adults call all of their eldest/most academically adept children this in Vietnam), I decided to take him up on his offer. And, despite everything I've read about 9-5s on Reddit, nothing could've prepared me for actually experiencing it myself.
Firstly, the hours are actually 8:30-17:00, so that's 30 extra minutes compared to the average. Secondly, you're supposed to work 7 days a week. Yep, you heard that right. SEVEN. Their rationale was that since we worked in the service sector, we needed to work even on break days to maximize our output as that's when traffic is at its peak. And the best part? We weren't supposed to get ANY days off even on public holidays, because, guess what, that's when everybody goes out to eat. And, for as much as I hated it, I couldn't deny what they were saying. After all, I myself have been guilty of going to restaurants before on holidays with my family, so I am painfully aware of the fact that somebody still had to work their asses off to give us a good time. In this case, I got to place myself into one of these people's shoes for once.
And that's just the time factor. The people there were... well, let's just say that I had a better time just not interacting with any of them in the first place. Like, I get it, you're very worn down just like I am and I'm a rookie making mistakes and messing stuff up, but you don't have to be such a cunt about it. Even I manage to keep a poker face about me almost every day, and yet I'M supposed to be part of the demographic that was known for their erratic mood swings! I swear, only, like, 3 of the employees there had a shred of sympathy in their entire bodies, which didn't make it any easier for me to contort my face into a grin every time I served a customer. Honestly, it's one of the rare cases where the manager had a more likable and understanding personality than his subordinates, which, uh, isn't saying a whole lot, to be frank.
Not to mention the work itself. Somehow, serving there managed to require a lot of finesse to not topple over the tray stacked to the brim with wine glasses and constant physical labor while being mind-numbingly boring. The health and safety regulations there were practically non-existent, and it really showed when I got a nasty cut on my fingertip while skinning some of the hardest-to-peel fruits I'd ever encountered in my entire life. Normally, I'd expect to get at least a break to recover, but NOOO... they just told me to slap on a bandage and get on with it DESPITE the injury I had. Needless to say, I quickly excused myself and found better luck sweeping the floor instead, but that one experience really set in stone for me just how little people cared about each other when push came to shove.
Now, you must be thinking, "Well, at least you're getting paid for it." Yeah, at 24000 VND per hour, no less. For context, that is equivalent to just under a dollar an hour, which goes to show just how fantastic the economic circumstances are in Vietnam. The last saving grace is gone. Whoops.
And the worst part about all of this is... I am still extremely PRIVILEGED compared to the average person in Vietnam. My parents are both start-up owners, so I get to live quite comfortably without having to worry about food or electricity bills, unlike many others less fortunate than I. But knowing that I'm better off compared to so many people doesn't inspire gratitude or confidence in me. It only makes me feel ashamed to be living in such a world, where the only true winner is inevitable decay and the rest of us are playing the part of the fool. Even the ones at the top.
What I went through was like a bucket of ice water in my face, making me realize just how inconsequential my childhood joys truly are. "Remember the good times", huh? Kiss my ass. Good luck following your own advice while dealing with a seemingly endless horde of customers while trying to steady your shaking arms carrying a tray to the other fucking side of the restaurant. So many people keep telling me that I'm too cynical and negative, but you know what? I bet a majority of them have never actually worked a full-time job before. Seeing them get proven wrong only further reinforces my beliefs that adulthood is not an age of freedom for most like it is advertised in Vietnam, but rather one of monotony and frustration, watching as any semblance of a spark or flair in you gets slowly and methodically washed away until everything around you becomes white noise. And that's me just after ONE MONTH of that shit. I can't even imagine how much pain I'd be in if I had to do that for the rest of my life.
If this is the kind of stuff I had to go through just to get by, then I really don't see the appeal in the state of living over the state of being dead. Like, if I'm such a burden to society and this world to the point where I have to inflict torture upon myself daily just to repay my debts and earn the right to exist, then what reason do I have for sticking around in a world that clearly doesn't want me? What's so good about living when "treading water" is the best the average person like me can hope for? The fact that people have to convince themselves that life is worth living with motivational quotes and thought-ending cliches really rubs me the wrong way, and now I'm not even sure whether they're trying to help others or trying to convince themselves. Sorry if I'm being too "edgy" or whatever for you, by the way. You can always just NOT read this if it bothers you that much.
Anyway, that's enough rambling from me for now. This summer holiday, my dad wants me to do it all over again. And you know what? I will. Because it's the best shot I have at increasing my chances of making it in this twisted place we call reality. Maybe, if I'm lucky enough, I'll find a different place to work in with less bullshit hours and more acceptable working conditions. I'll take anything at this point. Oh, and before I go... sorry for wasting your time, but you brought this upon yourself.

BEEM reported a 12% increase in revenue to $14.6 million in Q1 2024, but faced a net loss of $3.0 million with EPS at -$0.21, underperforming against analyst expectations.

Key Metrics

Revenue	$14.6M	12%
Gross Profit	$1.5M
	Operating Expenses	$4.5M
	Operating Expenses Growth	18.2%
	Net Income	$-3.0M
Earnings Per Share	$-0.21	-42.1%
Cash and Cash Equivalents	$5.0M

Business Highlights

• Record first quarter revenue of $14.6 million, a 12% increase over Q1 2023
• Record gross profit with 10.2% gross margin
• Backlog of $20 million on March 31, 2024; pipeline of over $160 million
• Debt free and $100 million line of credit available and unused
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• $7.4 million order from the U.S. Army for 88 off-grid EV ARC™ systems
• $4.8 million order from U.S. Department of Homeland Security for EV ARC™ systems
• $1.7 million order from the North Carolina Department of Adult Correction for sustainable EV charging infrastructure products
• $1.2 million in orders from leading European market telecommunications provider
• Awarded first European government supplier agreement on the UK’s Crown Commercial Service, the main purchasing vehicle for UK government entities
• $1.0 million order from United Kingdom Ministry of Defense for EV ARC™ systems
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• Awarded European Patent for Thermal Management Technology that Makes Lithium-ion Batteries Safer
• Awarded U.S. Patent for Wireless / Inductive Electric Vehicle Charging Powered by Renewable Energy
• Commenced fabrication of EV Standard™ beta products

Guidance
Expectations: BEEM's revenue of $14.6 million fell short of the average analyst estimate of $17.71 million for Q1 2024. The EPS of -$0.21 was better than the expected -$0.29, showing a mixed performance relative to analyst projections. The company's revenue growth of 12% year-over-year is positive, but the increase in operating expenses by 18.2% and a significant drop in EPS growth (-42.1%) compared to the previous year highlight underlying challenges.

While digital signs are currently quite popular, non-illuminated signs can be just as noticeable and effective with the right design choices. On top of this, non-illuminated signage will cost less, you won’t have to fiddle with complicated LED boards, there’s no need for electricity, and there are fewer restrictions governing their installation.
Non-illuminated signs come in many forms, but unlike digital signs, they will not have an internal light source.

Types of Non-Illuminated Signage

• Letter Sets and Logos: These can be used inside or outside your building but are often found above entrances. You may choose to install spot lighting to further emphasize these signs.
• Awnings: Usually in the front of an establishment, these are great spots for branding and advertising your storefront.
• Interior and Exterior Wall Signs: The location will determine the size and best materials to select for signs.
• Wayfinding Signs: Directional signs safely and efficiently direct visitors through a space.
• Blade Signs: These are projecting or flag-mounted signs that stand out from walls, storefronts, and pillars. They are common on busy streets and in urban areas.

Reasons to Use Non-Illuminated Signs

• Lower Cost: Non-digital signage often costs less to produce than digital signs.
• Flexibility in Function: Non-illuminated signs work great for both indoor and outdoor needs.
• Lack of Electricity Available: Non-illuminated signs do not need to be connected to an electrical source.
• Building or Code Restrictions: You may find that your business or area has more restrictions for electrical and digital signage.
• Sleek and Impactful Look: Non-illuminated signs can give a sleek, minimalistic look to your storefront signs or interior displays. There is no need to worry about malfunctions or burnt-out lights.
• Design Flexibility: Non-illuminated signs can be made from various materials and into any shape or form you require.

Where Are Non-Illuminated Signs Found or Used?

Since non-illuminated signs are known for being versatile and cost-effective, you will find them used in dozens of ways. The most popular places you will see non-illuminated signage includes:

• Interior and exterior walls
• Logos displayed on business walls, both inside and outside the business
• As navigational signage around parking lots, expansive complexes, and inside multi-story department stores or shopping malls
• Mounted on fencing or other architectural features, like awning
• Places where local regulations do not permit illuminated signage, such as businesses in residential areas
• Buildings that do not have proper wiring to mount an illuminated sign
• As freestanding signs to advertise a pop-up event

Really, there is no limit to what you can do with non-illuminated signage. Making effective signage, however, comes down to a few key practices that will be discussed in the following section.

Tips for Making Non-Illuminated Signs Stand Out

1. Consider the Material
Non-illuminated signs can be made from a wide variety of materials depending on the placement and purpose. Here are some of the more popular options to consider.

• Brass or Bronze: These metal options can be polished, rough, or brushed depending on the design aesthetic.
• Aluminum: Aluminum signs are cost-effective and easy to fabricate. These are also a lighter metal option, suitable for interior usage.
• Stainless Steel: Steel lettering will be weather resistant and bold.
• Metal Laminate: A composite material, metal laminates are an inexpensive way to achieve the look of pure metal.
• Acrylic: Available in a variety of colors, acrylic is the perfect choice for matching existing branding. It is also a good option for both interior and exterior signage.
• PVC: PVC is a paintable and extremely flexible material, making it an affordable and highly customizable option.
• HDU (High-Density-Urethane): This is another paintable and affordable material to choose from.

2. Sign Placement
Consider the height and angle of your sign. Signs should be placed so as to align with customer viewing angles, which are typically around 45 degrees above or below average eye level.
If you’re mounting a sign outdoors, you’ll want to choose a spot that gets plenty of sunlight during the day. Without an interior light source on the sign itself, you will need to consider the available light sources in and around your business. If well-lit areas do not exist around your building, consider adding additional spot lighting for the sign.
3. 3-Dimensional Signs
Creating a sign with dimension will help it pop. Our eyes are drawn to depth and contrast, and a well-designed dimensional signage can be as effective as an illuminated sign.
Dimensional signs are useful on storefronts, as well as any other indoor or outdoor locations. There are many three dimensional options, but the main types include

• Pin Mounted Letters: These are letters individually cut out, molded, or cast and then mounted on a wall. These can be made from metal, acrylic, or plastic.
• 3D Channel Letters: These are three dimensional hollow letters, typically shaped of metal with colored acrylic faces.
• Dimensional Letter Signs: These are 3-dimensional letters attached to a one-dimensional sign.
• 3D Logos: Three dimensional signage isn’t only for lettering. Logos, including images, characters, and graphics, can be made into dimensional signs as well.

4. High Contrast
High contrast in sign design is always important, but especially so with non-illuminated signage. Contrasting colors are more likely to be seen at a distance or on a cloudy day. A sign’s readability owes a lot to the contrast of the text color against the background. Choose light or bright colors on a dark background or dark text against a white or light background.
You should also consider the building itself where the sign will hang. It needs to be in contrast with its surroundings. When hanging a storefront sign on a black building, a black or dark-colored sign is never going to be noticed.
5. Font Choice
Choice of font will also affect a sign’s readability, particularly when it comes to non-illuminated signs. You may wish to choose a unique and stylish complicated font to set your business apart, but simple fonts are the easiest to read. A swirly cursive font may not be legible to potential customers walking by.
Quality signage does the job of bringing attention to your business, attracting customers, and sharing helpful information and directions. If you decide to go with non-illuminated signs, keep these tips in mind to make sure your signs shine just as bright as illuminated options.
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Hello, I wanted to jump on this band wagon to get this off my chest. Enjoy, Miss Charlotte.
My mom was a very young mom, and she was divorced around the time I was 14 so she is about 34 at that time. She is not an unattractive woman, she’s very beautiful, and I was always very jealous of her growing up (I am the only daughter for reference so I always acknowledged the fact that she is very gorgeous compared to me.)
So after her second divorce, I was in about seventh grade at that time. I had my Ryder die Besty that I’ve known since about second grade at that time. And she was on the same level as me of pettiness, to the degree we just did not trust any type of man around my mom, whatsoever. my girlfriend came from a very strict Russian background, so she was no fool to being strict on everybody else. Whereas I’m pretty laid-back, I just didn’t trust my mom’s opinion. Together we were like a very scary early 2000 Disney movie.
One day at the mall, me and my girlfriend being in seventh grade and so happy and just being at the mall like normal aged girls like us do, my mom came up with this really tall guy. He had a long black ponytail behind his head, all of his, his ears pierced, and had on clothes from hot topic. I seriously didn’t have a problem with that. I was friends with plenty of (KIDS) dress like that and it wasn’t an issue until she introduced him as her boyfriend to me and my best friend (Kathy).
We both give each other very weird looks and say hello and that was pretty much it. My mom started bringing this loser around who was no older than probably 20. I know women through divorce and that have children, have types of self-confidence issues and seek out any attention necessary.
The day came. I was back from visiting with Again, my best friend Kathy. The loser was sitting on my mom’s couch is playinG MY HARRY POTTER ON MY GAME CUBE. it reeked of marijuana and even though I never smoked it, I knew with the sensor and I could see that along with the smells of cigarette smoke radiating all over the place. The guy sitting there with his leg spread apart with Goth pants from hot topic looks up at us and slurrs “sup.” We’re in awe at this point. This pony tailed man proceeds to get up and show off his new BELLY BUTTON PIERCING.
Kathy and I went outside. We had a child conversion and made a pact…..Were literally going to make this weird guys life hell until he leaves my moms house.
The next two weeks of me and Kathy being there have made this life genuinely hell. He was obviously a cigarette smoker, we accidentally spilled all of the pots for the plants all over the cigarettes on the balcony patio. The marijuana had mysteriously disappeared. The beers he had we put in the freezer and they exploded which resulted in an argument between him and her. We signed him up for gay dating sites that would email him and also call his phone. My mom was like a super hacker paranoid person so we knew that would probably be a good fix. I mean, the belly button piercing was already a giveaway, right? Every time my mom would leave she would tell him she left him lunch in the oven so while he was high and passed out, we would as much white pepper all over anything that was there in the oven or put a ton of salt in it. We would be maniacally laughing hearing him, cough from the other room and it was obviously not from the Weeeeeed. so after about only two weeks, he disappeared.
He never gave my mom a reason why he changed his phone number. This was a long time ago when we still had dial up Internet so she was left without an excuse. However, Kathy and I both knew exactly what we did and we did it every single day until he left. I know that sounds evil but we were taking care of my mom. Now she’s with a fabulous guy who treats her amazing. But I guess our . I know that sounds evil but we were taking care of my mom. Now she’s with a fabulous guy who treat her amazing. But I guess…. Are we the assholes?

So, I was going through some mental abuse with my parents. I'll get into what they were doing later. Anyways, I ended up going to an abuse shelter for women 45 minutes driving distance away from my parents. I stayed there for 3 months until I met a guy, 20M, and we wanted to stay together as we fell in love fast. Anyways, I wasn't allowed to stay at his place with him and his mom, so my mom offered us her apartment for 6 months while she stays with her friends to save money on rent with my dad and brother. Anyways, 1 day later, the landlord shows up with a notice of eviction, saying we've got 24 hours to get out due to late-night noise complaints, theft of electricity via cord, and late rent payments all the time. Reminder to whoever's reading this: I wasn't there for 3 months; complaints were not my fault. Anyways, the landlord told me my mom never paid the rent my boyfriend sent to her to send to the landlord. Needless to say, my boyfriend talked to the landlord about getting a lease of the apartment in our name due to my fear of being homeless and fear of my parents losing the apartment battle. As we did that, I tried to get a hold of my mom and her friend. I spammed called and received no answer after about 5 calls. I gave up and ended up sending her some nasty messages because I thought she didn't send the landlord the rent money we gave her to send anyways it was a mix up the rent got sent to the old landlord and resent to him Needless to say, the landlord agreed to rent to my boyfriend, who has bad credit and no cosigner, for 3 months with a chance of another lease. He said he thinks I deserve a chance at life. The catch is we have to switch apartments with someone on the bottom level in June, as they are expecting a baby. I agreed to that, so we paid another month's rent and an $800 damage deposit, totaling $1600.In total, the landlord says, 'I don't feel comfortable with your mom on the property due to the issues we had.' Don't worry, he changed his mind real quick because he knows she has rights to her stuff. Anyways, then he says she has 5 days to get her stuff out, and me and my bf are just being the messengemailman, which is causing issues for me with my mom. After 5 days, she didn't come get her stuff due to her knowing her rights. Then the landlord told my bf to throw out a chair with cigarette burns in it, and he did, which I didn't want him to do, but he did anyway. After that, she comes to the apartment being loud, which is understandable, and says she knows her rights, telling me to admit that I am wrong and that I took advantage of her kindness, and that I have no empathy or emotions or compassion. She said she's staying here until the end of the month. Anyways, me and my bf just let her stay the night.But every time I went into the living room, she was being a bit dramatic, saying 'just kill me,' knocked over a stand, and spit on the floor while crying and having a panic attack. I made sure to keep that info away from my boyfriend because I knew he would have asked her to leave. Anyway, she ended up packing stuff. Then I went out again, and she said she's never talking to me again, and told me that my boyfriend is narcissistic and that I am in an abusive relationship. In the morning, my boyfriend ended up calling the cops on her because he wanted her out of there. I knew he was doing it, so I went on a walk because I don't want to be involved in that. The cops showed up and said they couldn't do anything because that's not their job; it's a civil suit. But the cop said she is indeed evicted and to call the bailiff. Then she comes back, picks up stuff, and says for me and him to hand the only key to the apartment over. We said no due to the fact of no duplicate keys; it's the landlord's job, Then she said she'd charge my boyfriend for breaking and entering. She also said I am the same as my boyfriend, narcissistic pretty much. We still never handed over the key. She said everyone is to leave the apartment Sunday, and I never heard anything more from her. Now that I told my side of the story, I want to give you a little more perspective. It's not my mom's fault that the eviction notice happened; it's my dad's and brother's fault. She's also being mentally abused by my 14-year-old brother and my dad. They call her all kinds of names - lazy, useless. I don't know if I can use the other words in this subreddit, so I won't. Just know she was being abused. My father never used to let her out of the house, would call her cell and my aunt's cell 30 times. Not being dramatic. When she would leave the place, he'd leave horrible messages calling her a cheater, and calling my aunt every name in the book. He threatens to smash my aunt's car, threatens to kill himself, and says we will find him hanged.In the basement when we get home, I had an anxiety freak out due to that comment. I was crying, needless to say, my mom called me dramatic for crying. Mind you, he used to do this to me quite a bit. One time, he locked himself in the bedroom with 3 diabetic needles, threatening to take them all. There was a fight every minute, every hour, screaming, or some sort of B.S. that I couldn't deal with. Holes being smashed in walls, he told me a coffee machine was smarter than me, they would tear me and rip me apart at my insecurities, calling me any bad name used for mental health issues, and using the R-word. My dad would even cause noise disturbances, stomp on the floor, and try to engage neighbors to fight with him. He'd even bang on things. We had a baby underneath us. They told me they noted every time they woke up to my dad and brother. My dad has threatened to end his life many times. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I have been in a very bad situation for a while. We have been kicked out of many places in Calgary due to loud noise, lack of rent, family fights, cops being called. Am I the heartless narcissistic girl she's trying to say I am? I still want to be in contact with her. I don't want her to cut me off. It feels like there's no way of winning here. I have been feeling hopeless and a bunch of people in my life Including mobile crisis have told me I gotta set boundaries with my mother If I am in the wrong please tell me

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Velvet Orchid - $85 (Broken Cap)
100 ML :
Soliel Neige - $210
Jasmin Rouge - $200
Costa Azzurra EDP - $155
Black Orchid Parfum - $155
Noir Extreme Parfum - $160
Noir Extreme Parfum (No Cap) - $155
Cafe Rose - $135
Noir Extreme - $135
Black Orchid - $135
Velvet Orchid - $135
PARTIALS :
Oud Wood 100 ML - $200
Tuscan Leather 100 ML - $175
Vanilla Sex 50 ML - $200
Tobacco Vanille 50 ML - $135 (No Cap)
Santal Blush 50 ML - $135
Soliel Blanc 50 ML - $100 (No Cap)
Black Orchid 98/100 ML - $115
Velvet Orchid 80/100 ML - $100
Soilel de Feu 30 ML - $99
Myrrhe Mystere 30 ML - $100 (No Cap)
Rose de Russie 35/50 ML - $125
White Suede 29/30 ML - $100
Soliel Neige 20/30 ML - $70
Soliel Neige 48/50 ML - $120
Soliel Neige 25/30 ML - $89 (No Cap)
Soliel Neige 28/30 - $99
Soliel Neige 15/30 ML - $75
Rose de Chine 30 ML - $80 (Decant)
Electric Cherry 25/30 ML - $140
Lost Cherry 25/50 ML - 150 (No Cap)
Electric Cherry 15/30 ML - $85
Santal Blush 29/30 ML - $100
Fucking Fabulous 35/50 ML (No Label No Cap) - $120
CHECK PICTURES FOR LEVELS / SOLD AS IS IN PICTURES / ASK ME FOR EXTRA PICTURES IF NEEDED

Hey dayton! I'm moving to your city in late July from Michigan to be closer to my partner.
I'm moving from Grand Rapids specifically, and I've lived in Ann Arbor (10 years) and Detroit (1 year but like to visit). I really like the Oregon District because it reminds me of a lot of funky places I've lived in those three cities. I'll probably sign a lease at the View at Dayton Towers - I've visited it, it's in my price range, and walking distance to interesting stuff. I've spent some time in the city already and have found some cool (to me) stuff, like Ghostlight Coffee, Blind Bob's, and Barrel House (Wu-Tang Wednesdays!!!).
As far as me (35F) goes, I like wandering aimlessly, bike rides, coffee shops, roller skating, pastries, culty movies - I'm excited to check out the Neon!, live music, live comedy, music festivals (anybody going to Electric Forest this year?), trying new activities (food is an activity to me). I also attempted roller derby in GR and I'd eventually be interested in NSO'ing for Gem City in the future. My education is in film studies, and my current job is a remote sales engineering position (WFH, 9-5, M-F, hooray). It's pretty great, but it does mean that I sit in my apartment 40+ hours a week, talking to a screen, usually saying the same things over and over again to different groups of people.
Once I've unpacked, I'd like to get a fun little part-time night/weekend job to become familiar with the city, meet interesting people, and make a couple extra bucks. Something where I can leave my apartment (ideally within walking/biking distance) and be a silly goose with people. I've worked in mall retail (never again), a grocery store, a call center, beer tents at summer festivals, an art museum, an LGBTQ+ rights org, and have done a teeny tiny bit of catering in college. I'd love to try a barista (for weekend mornings/days) or barback position somewhere, but I know those can be hot commodities, especially with no experience and a pretty rigid daily schedule.
Sorry for the book! If any of you can point me in some directions for places that might hire someone like me, please let me know. Otherwise, if any of y'all are going to EF, or think I seem cool and want to hang out when I move, let me know! :) Looking forward to adventuring around with a party posse in my new city. <3

The YouTube Teen changed the rules. We are still earning $1,000 a day to stay in the insolvent, decaying galleria mall that has even the gigantic central skylight boarded up so we have no idea what time of day it is—part of the “social experiment,” according to the YouTube Teen.
Micah, who lost tenure track at SUNY Binghampton because of “a dalliance with a matriculated temptress from Hong Kong,” says the YouTube Teen is not using the term “social experiment” correctly.
Still, the YouTube Teen told us he’s going broke due to our astounding okay-ness with surviving on rank fountain water and rock-hard Mrs. Fields’ oatmeal cookies. Since we signed the four total pounds of legal waivers and were sealed inside the Walden Galleria, just two of the original six have dropped out: Lawrence, because he earned enough money to get his lupus properly treated, and Jessica, whose mind broke.
To date, the YouTube Teen told us—giggling, hair freshly permed, eyes substance-glazed, palm trees swaying lazily in the background on the giant monitor set up in the food court just for these check-ins—we have personally cost him $725,000. Which would be “valid as fuck,” except the Views have gone down and the various memory foam mattress and ejaculate-volume-enhancing supplement sponsors are grumbling. Viewers are becoming bored with the highlight reels edited together from the three hundred GoPro cameras bracketed throughout the mall above us inside small plexiglass boxes.
In the end, The YouTube Teen tells us, he is as beholden to the algorithm as we are to him. And so now, the snakes.
Non-venomous, mostly (the copperheads representing the BIG exception), and—the YouTube teen has assured us—all species native to the region. The YouTube Teen is committed to the Environment and will not upset the local ecosystem by losing track of an invasive snake. Should an eastern hognosed or striped racer escape the confines of the mall, it will be happy and healthy and find plenty of its preferred prey in the drainage ditches and fallow farmland surrounding the mall.
Micah has called bullshit on this, too. He is positive he saw a desert king snake, native to the Southwest, casually contorting its body up a slicker-wearing toddler mannequin inside GAPKids.
But the answer is yes: we have been bitten. A lot. Which is the point, I guess. Any rustling through the Mrs. Fields’ wrappers sends us running—usually into another angry snake’s hiding place, which, of course: more bites. Because of the highly-aggressive northern water snake, we don’t go near the fountain anymore except to risk a quick dip with our filthy TGI Friday’s pint glasses for a gagged-down gulp of gray-green water.
On a positive note, the views are up—not to their peak, when Jessica went into the eerily pristine Lids store on the second level and started setting Florida Marlins Official New Era fitted caps on fire before flinging them like frisbees into the Fredericks of Hollywood beneath the mezzanine on the level below, setting ablaze several plus-size Lara May Lace Babydoll Sleep Dresses that put off smoke so black and acrid that air quality and general visibility both went to zero for hours.
Susan, a single mother to two spectrum-diagnosed precious angels, was overtaken by the flames while holding her drinking cup—a giant plastic wine glass from Spenser’s Gifts reading I’M THE FUCKING BIRTHDAY BITCH—and it was melted more or less permanently to her hand. She has chosen to stay, though, despite the pain and embarrassment—“at least it will make sense one day a year!” Susan says, brandishing the blackened novelty cup and mangled, terrifying hand at us.
Jessica had to go, is the upshot. She also had to forfeit her earnings—attempted involuntary manslaughter of the other participants being one of the disqualifying circumstances outlined in the four total pounds of legal waivers. But it was far and away the best week views-wise, and we each got a large bunch of rubber-banded beet greens as a reward which we immediately devoured raw, sitting hunched on the dead escalator, our deepening anemia making us ravenous for the iron.
This is all to say, the snakebite highlight reels have “revitalized the channel” (Re: the YouTube Teen).
We all hate the snakes but Sylvie talks the most about how much she hates the snakes. She calls me “Kyle” but that’s not my name—I don’t tell her because I don’t want to embarrass her and I am in love with her.
Sylvie is not here for the money—Sylvie has a lot of money because she shares frequent online photos of her large and unique ass, which has had several popular songs written about it—but to pay penance and rehabilitate her image after she used some slurs when she assumed she was free to do so.
It’s unfair, Sylvie says. She would not have said those slurs if she knew there were any type of video or sound recording devices around. Plus, South Asian people should be able to take a joke. No sense of humor—that was another thing that was wrong with them.
I don’t tell her my granddad was from Lahore. Me and my sister called him Nana. He called me Chotu and would cut up mango slices for me until my hands were slick with juice.
But he’s dead now and he didn’t speak English (another thing Sylvie hates) and Sylvie is committed to being a Good Person. Also, I think she believes I am South American or Mexican based on her habit of calling me “Papi” when she occasionally forgets my name is Kyle (it’s not). It’s fine, though, because her heart is in the right place and it’s the least I can do to keep her spirits up while she “really does some listening and reflecting.”
One of the things I do with that in mind is assure Sylvie that you can barely see the snakebites on her large ass, which she also fears is getting smaller due to lack of proper nutrition. A little secret is that I would love her if her ass was even just a quarter its current size. And one day I’ll tell her that and she’ll look into my eyes and smile, and then I’ll tell her my name is Kader, not Kyle, and I don’t think she’ll even get that angry, like when I disagreed with her about the Moon Landing (I still basically think it was real).
Before Sylvie, I didn’t have a purpose of any kind. I came to be sealed inside the Walden Galleria in the same way everything happens to me: first something isn’t happening, and then it is, and I can’t really untangle the millions of decisions and non-decisions in my life that led me to any particular time or place. But I usually don’t feel any kind of way about why one thing happens and another doesn’t, unless something hurts me or makes me uncomfortable. Like snake bites, for example, which sometimes make me wish I was back at the apartment with my mom and my sister. Not that we really saw each other or talked much, except when we ran into each other in the kitchen while grabbing toaster strudels or a can of peaches before scurrying back to our separate little blanket nests and preferred online videos.
So when Micah asked me what sort of “outdated social mores” brought me to the mall, I didn’t have a good answer. The only thing I know for sure is that before the mall I wasn’t anybody and you have to have a lot of people know who you are or your life is bad.
This made Micah quiet (rare) and then he asked me what I liked to do in my life before the mall. I told him I liked to watch videos of crayons being made. Over and over again, I would replay the part when the still-warm, rubbery sheets of colored wax are scraped out of their troughs and forced through the metal, crayon-shaped molds. I told Micah I like to watch orange crayons get made best even though green is my favorite color. I don’t know why.
Micah said entropy is the natural state of the universe and the making of crayons flies in the face of entropy by creating order out of chaos, and this makes me briefly forget about my own mortality.
Probably? Micah’s smart so I believe whatever he says. Even when he talks (all the time) about how it should be totally fine for people in positions of authority to have sexual relationships with younger women who take their Intro To Natural Sciences course, even if these women’s command of English is not one-hundred-percent, and how that sort of thing is very normal because women are attracted to power and have been for millennia and it’s these later-in-life sexual conquests that people with minds like Micah’s are owed when everyone finally realizes how great and smart they are, especially after they had dog shit put in their backpacks pretty much every single day in seventh grade.
Micah also says it’s winter now. The owls that made their way into the mall in order to eat snakes have started nesting (having snake blood dripped on you from the track lighting above is pretty common). Nesting is a winter-time occurrence, according to Micah, instinct forcing its way through the temperature-controlled bubble of the mall.
After one of the owls attempts to make a nest inside a large fuse box and is electrocuted, we know it’s winter. The Macy’s end of the mall stinks of burned owl for three days and the heat and electricity are “completely donezo,” according to a text we receive from the YouTube Teen on the Communal Phone. But the YouTube Teen is very excited about the new dynamics below-zero cold will add to the social experiment. He also told us we can breathe a sigh of relief due to the long battery life and night-vision capabilities of the GoPro cameras, assuring us that the Channel will not experience any disruptions despite the pitch dark and intense cold that have settled in.
Also, we will still be delivered a freshly-charged Communal Phone every few days when the YouTube Teen’s Street Team comes to collect and replace the GoPros before delivering the spent ones to the overnight editorial crew. So we will still get our one hour of Internet access per day, per person, ideally to be spent in part or in whole on updating our social media and “driving engagement.”
Sylvie uses her time to share photos of her ass and also to monitor the activity of her competitors in the large-and-unique-ass influencer space. I usually give Sylvie my hour of Internet time so she has extra, even though lately I’d really like to see a crayon video so I can forget about the cold and dark. Instead, I watch Micah snap wooden Banana Republic clothes hangers over his knee in order to burn them in Sur La Table soup pots to stay warm. He struggles with this due to the dozen or so XXL Nike Dri-FIT athletic shirts he’s wearing, layered one on top the next, the combined girth of the jerseys preventing him from being able to touch one baseball-gloved hand to the other and get a good grip on the hangers for snapping.
It’s funny to watch, and I understand why the edits of Micah falling down while attempting simple tasks are gaining in popularity, but I don’t laugh. Micah didn’t laugh when I broke my nose after I tripped over the poncho I made from a Martha Stewart California King Duvet I found in Bed, Bath & Beyond.
The toilets have frozen solid and the Yankee Candle has become the new bathroom, the theory being that the Sweet Vanilla Horchata and Fresh Cut Rose candles, among thousands of others, would cover the smell. Nope. Instead, these aromas have combined with the odor of our waste to create a stench so overpowering and unique that none of us has the words to describe it. Susan came closest when she said it smelled like someone dumped a million of gallons of perfume into a sewage treatment plant
One day during Sylvie’s (my) Internet time, she lets out a howl. When I rush over to see if one of the snakes managed to somehow survive the owls or freezing temperatures and sink their fangs into Sylvie’s ass, she brandishes the Communal Phone at me and scrolls through photo after photo of gigantic-assed women enjoying a special, head-sized fried chicken sandwich.
Sylvie begins to weep with despair. The sandwich—a Limited Edition Drop from Arby’s that comes in a hand-hewn mahogany box emblazoned with the familiar cowboy hat logo—is so desirable that at least twenty people to date have been murdered during disputes in the massive lines snaking for miles outside the restaurants. Obtaining one is currently the greatest indicator of power, with various dictators from around the globe sharing photos of themselves enjoying the coveted sandwich.
Sylvie says she needs one of those sandwiches more than anything she has ever needed, and I tell her right then and there that I’m going to get one for her. She hugs me and kisses me on the cheek, and it is the best thing that has happened to me in my life.
Susan, waiting for her turn on the Communal Phone so she can video chat with her non-verbal precious angels, points her melted Birthday Bitch cup hand at me and reminds me that if I get caught sneaking out and back in, I forfeit my earnings like Jessica did. Attempted manslaughter and cheating are given equal weight in the four total pounds of legal waivers.
The Street Team is coming soon for a camera swap, so the next day I use my Internet time to look up directions to Arby’s—six miles if I cut through frozen fields and drainage culverts.
During the swap, a piece of plywood is usually left unscrewed at the doors near the carousel and the unblinking plastic horses watch me slip out as the Street Team removes the spent GoPros, creating a momentary video blackout.
It’s nighttime and the snow comes down not in gentle feathers but in tiny knives, given a painful velocity by the wind. The snow is in uneven drifts stretching out beyond the short distance I can see. I discard my Martha Stewart duvet-poncho after I trip for about the tenth time while crossing a corn-stubbled field.
After hours of leaning into the wind and snow, my steps slow to a frozen crawl. But finally, between a Valvoline and a Dollar Tree, the familiar glowing red cowboy hat shines through the slanted snowfall.
I fall through the doors and there is no one inside but a single, furious, pockmarked 20-something behind the counter. He glares hate at me and recoils from the smell of my unwashed body as I crawl up to the counter and order the special chicken sandwich.
Smiling for the first time, thin lips pulling up shittily around ratty teeth, he tells me they sold out days ago, and that I smell like shit. Which is true, but rude.
As I uncoil the Forever 21 Active Seamless Flare Leggings from around my face, though, Rat Teeth recognizes me—he is a fan of the YouTube Teen’s channel. He excitedly tells me he stole a sandwich that he has already promised to sell to the current Burmese dictator, but instead he’ll let me have it for free.
I think maybe I cry a little from gratitude as he goes out to his car to retrieve the mahogany box. But as he shakes off the snow back in the restaurant and I take the sandwich from him, Rat Teeth suddenly puts his arm around me and takes a photo of the both of us with his phone.
I ask him what he plans on doing with the photo. He says he will post it on every platform known to man so he can get “two truckloads of pussy” which he says will back up to his house now that he has proof he met me. I beg him not to—I tell him I’ll lose my earnings and be banished from the Walden Galleria and lose Sylvie if he posts the photo.
Rat teeth tells me tough shit, and I lunge for his phone. We struggle until I bash him in the head with the mahogany box and he has a really bad seizure, a halo of blood spreading across the bleach-smelling tile floor.
I grab the bloody sandwich box and run out into a corn field and back toward the mall. But I’m not sure which way it is, and the storm is way worse. I go slower and slower and I finally sit down and can’t go any more.
After a bit, I see Nana. He’s super pissed and he doesn’t say anything for a long time. Then:
“I think you would have benefited from some structure in your life,” Nana finally says without moving his mouth—he somehow puts the hot words right into my brain.
Yeah, probably. But I tell him that’s not really important right now because I’m gonna die.
“Eat the sandwich, Chotu.” Nana urges.
I tell him the sandwich is for Sylvie. When they find me, they will find the sandwich pristine and untouched and perfect. Then Sylvie will know what I did and she will love me. I tell Nana I need her to love me or everything will be pointless and so fucking stupid.
Nana shakes his head and clucks his tongue like he used to when he read his squiggly Urdu newspapers. And then I don’t see him anymore.

Completed install this weekend of the Rockville SS8P Poweree Subwoofer to replace the stock Meridian subwoofer. It is absolutely amazing how much better this $100 amplified sub is compared to the Meridian sub. I drove the car for about 20 minutes without the Meridian sub installed and I honestly couldn't tell any difference that it was no longer in the car.
All of the information for this install came out of this thread on the Kia EV Forums. I posted this all over in that thread but I figured I would throw it out here on reddit as well, for those who may not read that site.
It doesn't look like there's been much discussion on this subreddit on the subwoofer in general and someone had asked me about doing a video tutorial but that's not really my thing. Hopefully this will provide enough instructional information for anyone interested in tackling this project.

Parts

• (1) Hyundai/Kia Repair Harness - 18790 03730AS - https://www.sparekorea.com/product/parts/60302?no=1879003730AS
• (1) 2 X 4 (ft.) Rectangular Vinyl Non-Slip Rug Pad - Project Source 1839839 - Lowes
• (4) M6-1.00 x 30mm Hex Cap Bolts, Stainless Steel - Hillman 882081 - Lowes
• (4) 1/4" lock washers
• (4) 1/4" regular washers
• (4) 8 x 5/8" Black Chromate Pan Head Phillips Wood Screws - Hillman 884856 - Lowes
• (4) Rubber Washers 3/16" x 1 1/2" x 1/8" - Hillman 884637 - Lowes
• (4) Rubber Washers 3/16" x 1/2" x 1/16" - Hillman 880368 - Lowes
• (1) 14 AWG Stranded Primary Wire, Black, 20ft roll - Southwire 55669021 - Lowes
• (1) 14 AWG Stranded Primary Wire, Red, 20ft roll - Southwire 5669121
• (2) Quick Disconnect Spade 3-Way Piggyback Connectors - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0195V03H4
• (2) Nylon Insulated Female Quick Disconnect Crimp Spade Terminals, 16-14 AWG
• (1) Crimp Fork Terminal, 16-14 AWG
• Heat Shrink Tubing
• 1/2" Inner Diameter Split Wire Loom
• Velcro Strips
• Self-Stick Velcro
• Gaffers Tape
• Wood Board

If I didn't include where I purchased the item, I already had it on hand. Everything purchased at Lowes can also be purchased at Home Depot. The various Hillman items are from the specialty parts drawers.
Other than the repair harness, everything listed above except for the spade piggyback connectors can be purchased at Home Depot or Lowes. I couldn't find the spade piggyback in either store and none of the local auto parts stores stocked them.

Accessing The Amp Area

1. Remove the false floor cover from the trunk area.
2. Remove the 2 side covers from the amp cover
3. Pull straight up to remove the entire amp cover

(Optional) Accessing The 12V Socket Wiring Harness

I didn't want to use the 12V cigarette adapter, so I tapped off the 12V outlet harness (details below). Access this area with the following steps:

1. Remove 2 holding caps from the rear trunk trim then pull directly upwards to remove the entire trim piece
2. Remove the 2 bolts that were underneath the amp cover from the left side (as looking into the car) trunk trim piece
3. Remove 1 bolt from behind the rear seat release lever on the left side trunk trim piece
4. Pull the left side trunk trim piece away from the side of the car, starting from the back

Amp Mounting Board

I used a 5/8" thick board I had on hand. If you have a rear strut brace you may need to pay extra attention to board thickness relative to the specific amp you use and it's height. The SS8P clears with a little room with the 5/8" board combined with rubber washers and padding material I used (more on that below). I think the SS10P will clear with a 5/8" board as well.
I used the Meridian amp as a shape reference and for alignment of the mounting holes. As I have a router, I rounded over the top and bottom edges of the board and then sanded them nice and smooth. Rounding the edges isn't necessary but I suggest you sand down all edges of the board otherwise.

Mounting Board to Car

The stock mounting bolts are M6-1.00 but too short to re-use, so I purchased new 30mm ones. My Lowes only had stainless steel ones in this size, but regular zinc ones are fine. I used a 1/4" lock washer and regular where the top side of the board. The 3/16" x 1 1/2" x 1/8" rubber washers were used between the metal mounts in the car and the bottom of the board to provide vibration dampening.

Mounting Amp to Board

I used the non-slip rug pad was used as vibration dampening between the bottom of the amp and the top of the board. This was the cheapest "squishy" thing I could find at Lowes. I folded the pad so there were 4 layers and cut to the dimensions of the amp.
With the way I shaped my board, it was a little too narrow to use the mounting holes in the metal brackets for the Rockville amp, so I drilled a new hole in each bracket that was closer to the amp. The 3/16" x 1/2" x 1/16" washers between the bottom of the amp mounting bracket at top of the board. This served two purposes, first as a bridge between the bracket and the board because there is a gap from the rug pad, and as vibration isolation for the bracket on the board.
The 5/8" Black Chromate Pan Head Phillips Wood Screws are used to secure the amp to the board. Any 1/2" to 5/8" pan head wood screw would work here, I just wanted black ones to match. You could use the screws that came with the amp but with a 3/4" thick board, they would protrude out the bottom and I would advise against that.
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Amp Wiring - Power

For power, I tapped off the 12V socket, which is switched power, so the amp will turn off when the car turns off.
To make this a non-invasive install, I used a pair of 3-way spade piggyback connectors that go between the spade terminals on the back of the 12V outlet and the car harness. I then used nylon insulated female crimp spade terminal to connect to the piggyback connector. I am not using this connection for ground (covered in next step), but to not have a completed exposed connector, I put an unused crimp terminal on the ground side piggyback.
On the car harness for the 12V socket, the wires are as follows:

• Blue = +12V
• Black = Ground

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Amp Wiring - Ground

Instead of using the ground wire off the 12V socket harness, I used a crimp fork terminal and placed it between the metal amp bracket of the car and the rubber washer. A crimp ring terminal would be better than a fork terminal, but I didn't have one in the correct size on hand.
Make sure you sand off the paint immediately around the mounting hole on the metal bracket so you have a proper ground connection.

Rockville SS8P/SS10P Amp Wiring - High Level Inputs

The repair harness (Part # 18790 03730AS) costs $25 with shipping from Spare Korea, but is well worth the money to make this a completely reversible install with no cutting or splicing of the factory wiring harness.
On the repair harness with the locking hole in the repair connector facing upwards, this is the order of connections from Left to Right when using the Rockville SS8P/SS10P. Note that the amp side wiring colors may vary for other amp models.

• Car Left (Red) -> SS8P/SS10P Grey/Black (R-)
• Car Left Middle (Pink) -> SS8P/SS10p Grey (R+)
• Car Right Middle (White) -> SS8P/SS10P White/Black (L-)
• Car Right (Brown) -> SS8P/SS10P White (L+)

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Important Note: Make sure that "Auto On" is turned on for the amp (button pushed in for Rockville SS8P/SS10P). No remote wire gets used for this install so Auto On is required for the amp to know to turn itself on when it received a high level signal from the radio.

Routing the Bass Remote

I mounted my remote on the left driver side knee bolster underneath the button panel using self-stick velcro.
Route the remote cable underneath the left side trunk trim panel and into the cabin behind the seat. Proceed with routing the cable down towards the floor and up the driver's side of the car, tucking it underneath all of the floor trim panels, then underneath the driver's side footwell trim panel and finally up in front of the fuse box.
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The Rockville bass remote comes with a flat ribbon cable and it squeezes behind the fuse panel cover even without any modifications to the cover. It does pinch the cable slightly but not enough to pierce the outter jacket of the cable, you can see the indentations in the above picture.
I opted to trim out a bit of the plastic on the back side of the fuse cover using an x-acto knife, then sanded all the rough edges smoothly. I also lightly sanded the top edge of the panel so smooth it out. This helps with the amount the fuse panel cover squeezes into the remote cable but doesn't modify the cover in a way that anyone would know from the visible face of the panel.
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Miscellaneous Notes

I removed the large sound dampening pad from the bottom of the plastic amp area cover and put it at the bottom of the amp area. I left the small sound dampening pads on the side covers.
In the area were the power and bass remote cable runs over trunk floor, there are a couple open holes that have sharp edges. I covered this area with a few layers of gaffers tape as it's a nice soft cloth material that removes easily, but a few layers of any other tape (duct, electrical, masking, painters) will yield the same effect. I also tape those two wires down to keep them from moving around.
Ideally you run these cables up underneath the rear trunk trim panel and into the left side trim panel so they are completely hidden when the area cover is removed and you don't have to do all the tape padding. In my case, the bass remote cable was a few inches too short in total as I had ran it, and I didn't feel like pulling it out again to re-run to try and get the extra length needed. Everything is covered by the amp area cover so this was good enough for me.
The connector from the car to the amp and repair harness ends up resting in an area where it's against the metal of the trunk area. To prevent this from making noises while driving, I wrapped the connectors in a piece of paper towel and taped the towel to itself. When the rear trunk trim piece is installed, this will get pressed between the chassis and the sound dampening pad on the back of the trim piece.

Make It Clean

This is all optional, but everyone likes a clean install, right? Dress the cables using your preferred wire loom of choice. I had some of the flexible plastic loom on hand, and 1/2" inner diameter was big enough to contain all the cables. If using this type of loom, cut out small notches where cables exit the loom in areas other than the open ends, this will prevent the spline of the loom from rubbing against the cable jacket.
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Did you know that about 75,000 people go missing per year in Canada? I might’ve found another one to add to that tally, as someone by the name of Trinity Arthurs, a 20-year-old woman, disappeared seemingly without a trace on June 14th of last year, along with 19-year-old Marvin Arthurs, her brother. The question in everyone’s minds is why I’m telling you this.
It all started with a hike in the woods, on a trail, in Prince Albert National Park. I was enjoying the green, taking a deep breath from the fresh air of nature when I spotted something shining. When I looked at it, it became clearer that it was a Ziploc bag. I initially thought it was someone else tossing garbage on the forest floor, but when I picked it up, I realized something was in there. I looked closer at the bag and noticed there was a USB. I packed it into my bag and finished my hike. When I went home, I took the USB out of the Ziploc. I was very hesitant to plug it into my laptop, as I had only recently discovered it in some forest.
I plugged it in and took a deep breath, knowing of the risk of it. It didn’t affect the laptop in any way, but it did reveal only one file which says TRINITY E. ARTHUR’S ENTRIES. I clicked on it and it seems to be a bunch of Word documents, each noted as ENTRY. I couldn’t find anything else other than those files.
I decided to look up, only to find a single news article back then relating to Trinity’s case. I tried to send it to the police, but they thought of it as some sick fanfiction I wrote, so I am going to post it here, leaving it as is. To clarify, I did not write this. I hope this gains the attention of her case as it deserves.
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Entry 1 - Sepember 24th, 2023
Hello there, my name is Tris and this might be the very first time I have typed something personal on this laptop, like ever, maybe since elementary school, where we would write how we would feel for the day. Not really the type to socialize and not the type to write a journal, let alone digital, either, because what’s the point of it? I guess I’m just spilling out my thoughts, especially after what I’ve seen, so might as well put this to good use.
For context, this is about my father, Micheal Arthurs. I remembered him, at least before all of this, to be this big, strong guy who just simply had a nice hobby. In that case, that hobby is all about caves. He would spend some of his work money on these trips with one of his work buddies to explore cave systems. The reason? Maybe because he was fascinated with them, god knows when, maybe since he was a child. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about me and my two younger brothers, Marvin and James, as well as our mother, Martha.
He cared for us like any dad would, he would take us camping, tell us about his adventures in the caves, and spoil us with gifts we didn’t need but appreciated anyway. From time to time, he would give us shit if one of us tried to burn the house down by putting paper in a toaster, thinking we would automatically make some kind of magical spell, which actually happened. Hell, my middle name Edward came from him, strange for a girl like me. He used to tell me that he accidentally thought I was a boy when I was born, so that stuck. His trips also, I guess, strained his relationship with Mom, who always complained about him going somewhere for a week, worried sick for him and leaving her to care for us.
That was, until a few years ago, on the morning of May 8th, 2018 - about less than five years ago, when I was fifteen. He said that he’d be back in a week because he was going to explore a cave somewhere in Ontario. The last time I remembered him was when he and Mom made pancakes, bacon, and hashbrowns, of which the pancakes were made for me, even though I could’ve had toast instead. We joked around the table and asked what he’d be doing at the cave. Of course, he would tell his usual, like going into new passages and finding any cave paintings, if any, in the caves themselves. I could imagine the cave paintings he might discover depicting mammoths and saber-tooth cats back then, with people hunting them. After that, we cleaned up and Dad was ready to go. He each gave us a big, warm hug and shared a quick but gentle kiss with Mom. He waved us goodbye before stepping into his big grey Ford truck, all packed up, and drove through the streets of Saskatoon.
We waited. Hours turned to days, and we knew when he’d return. Those days then turned to weeks and we began to think there was something wrong. Mom was first to notice, so she called the RCMP to file a missing persons report. What we didn’t know was it became a whole mystery in itself. At first, they contacted his coworker, who usually caves with him, only to find he was equally as confused as us. That coworker was asked by my Dad if he wanted to go caving with him, only for him to abandon that plan due to a medical emergency relating to his wife. They then put up alerts for him so that anyone would come forward for his whereabouts. Some said they saw him at a local Costco store, others said he was going north, baffling us in the process as he would not go north for Ontario. At that point, there were no leads for a while.
At that time, we were waiting for him to go home. I did some investigating myself, along with my oldest brother Marvin, to find out where our Dad at. We thought this might be some alternate route he took, or that he might be going to Prince Albert to meet family. James, our youngest, seems to care less about the fact Dad is missing and more about talking to his friends. Looking back at it now, I guess this was his method of coping with the situation. Mom was not doing well. She would constantly ask the police to simply find him, but understandably they just couldn't without any new evidence.
That was until a surveillance camera at some gas station store in Blaire Lake spotted Dad. At first, he got out of the truck and put the nozzle in to fuel up. Once his truck was fueled up, he went inside the near-empty store, saved for a few guys, grabbed a few beef jerky and Gatoraids, and went to the cashier to pay for them. After that, he went through the door and back to his truck, driving off. That blew our minds and the crazier thing was that his truck was found, abandoned at a campsite in Martins Lake. The truck was later towed for investigation and found no evidence that he was killed or kidnapped at the truck, meaning he went somewhere. A few more people said they saw him carrying his bags and went into the woods to the west, assuming he was going on a hike. Hearing that news, they searched the woods, looking for any signs he was there without any sort of luck. The search was called off and the trail ran cold.
During that time, I was exhausted and realised I felt like nothing without him. I was in a spiral, always mad at everyone and expecting everyone to find my Dad, but at the same time, I was also beginning to be one of those people. The same people I expect to find my Dad. I then felt defeated and helpless, without purpose, begging whatever god was up there to bring my Dad back, hoping he was not hurt, at least alive. I hoped he found his way out of the woods. I hoped he survived an animal attack. It was only as days went by that I realised this was taking over me, wasting my life and mentality, and that was when I decided he wasn’t coming back. I decided that he might be dead, somewhere in those woods. I hoped that someone would find his remains one day. I guess I did move on, without knowing what happened to him.
Marv, on the other hand, never really accepted. He continued to find him, even to this day. He would do other things, of course, but would argue with someone once our Dad’s name was heard, saying he might still be alive. He did get into a few fights because of this. He now accepts he is dead, but holds onto the belief we should still look for him, to relieve us. Mom was doing worse than the rest of us. She would blame herself for not being with him and usually buys drinks to forget about it. Eventually, she would put a lot of pressure on me and criticize everything I did, putting a lot of stress on me. It got to the point where we would go into screaming matches about the simplest of things, drawing me down to regret ever getting mad at her in the first place. It was so bad that my aunt had to take me out of there for my safety. That was nearly three years ago and I didn’t even hear a word from her. One side of me hoped that she would get arrested for drunk driving, and the other hoped she’d get help.
James seemed to be the one least affected by this, surrounded by friends we didn’t have. The last time I heard of my little brother after his high school graduation, he was beginning to do some cave stuff, like our father. Matter of fact, he began his own small club of cavers a few years before he left. I never really knew what went on in his mind, but I guess he felt just as fucked-up as the rest of us, just that he had enough distractions to easily get away from those thoughts.
As for me, I eventually moved into an apartment with Marv and got a job as a security guard at some mall, at the suggestion of my aunt’s friend, a few years ago. Working there has improved me, even though I worked nights. It has given me some purpose and gets my mind off of the things that happen during the day.
You might ask me, mind to mind, why I’m giving myself some sob story to talk about. This morning, I was riding my electrical tricycle from work to my apartment in the frigid air. I went in there and saw an odd package that was under Marv’s name, although without an address. The box seems to be a cereal box, sealed with package tape. The name that it’s sent to seems to be written in Sharpie in printed form. I thought it was odd that somehow this package made its way inside and at our mailing station. Thinking that it might be someone attempting to play an odd prank on my brother, I initially thought about leaving it alone. Curiosity got the cat, however, so I picked up the box and lightly shook it. I felt and heard what seemed to be something inside of it, like one big thing and a few smaller ones.
I then took it to my apartment, where I opened the door and entered, closed the door, removed my boots on the mat, and set the box on the somewhat clean kitchen counter. Looking at it, I was initially hesitant about opening it because it was under his name. I left it alone, he was home most of the time, on his computer doing a few things. Going into my room, I took off my uniform and changed my pants to a pair of boxers, turned on the TV to sit and relax on my bed. Looking through the streaming service, I tried to look for anything relating to volcanoes, one of those topics I was very interested in at the time, but the content was lacking. I went for a documentary and sat back, watching.
A few minutes in and I can hear knocking on the door. I was annoyed initially, knowing it was my brother. I opened and I could see confusion yet a look of needing to know on his messy, bearded face as he stood at eye level, staring at each other.
Marv: What’s the cereal box in the kitchen?
Me: The cereal box?
Marv: Yes, the cereal box.
Me: I just found it in the mailroom when I came in. No address, nothing other than your name, so I brought it up.
Marv: Do you know what’s inside?
Me: Your guess is as good as mine.
We looked at each other with an equally confused expression, sharing the same thoughts. The only difference is that I looked in the area beside him, empty of thought except for that little mind that reads why would someone send us this package? He was wide-eyed albeit stone-faced and standing still.
Marv: Well, I will be looking inside anyways.
We then went into the kitchen where he grabbed a knife and put it in the box.
Me: Hey, should we use the scissors?
Marv: Why? This is good enough. Not like I’m going to cut myself with it.
He then slowly cut the seams of which the packaging tape sealed, eventually cutting the tape. He then opened it to reveal a USB, an SD card, and a video recorder.
Me: That’s odd.
Marv: I don’t know who sent it, but I hope it is someone who got the wrong address, to the wrong person with my name.
Me: Should we look what's inside them?
Marv: Well, let’s find out.
We then went to his messy clothes-ridden room and he went to his PC to turn it on. There, I began to get concerned about the mysterious USB.
Me: I think we shouldn’t plug it in.
Marv: Why?
Me: Viruses, bugs, the whole deal? We don’t know wha-
Marv: Don’t worry, this PC has antivirus on here. Besides, if it did shut down, we could at least wipe out the memory.
We plugged in the USB, anticipating some sort of pop-up from an unknown digital virus. Instead, nothing happened, maybe other than the notification that a device was plugged in. Marv then sat down to look into the files and see what he could find on the PC, but it felt wrong like we were snooping around. In those files, we could see a folder that says CAVE GIANTS. He clicked on it and there was just a collection of pictures, of cave paintings. The setting all of them seemed to take place in was dark and wet, only the walls of which the cave paintings are on. The paintings themselves, which are in black, depict what seems to be somewhat stick-figure men, some holding arrows and spears, others just standing. Some of those men hunted the animals on the walls, like bison, deer, and mammoths in a group-like manner. The predators seem to be treated with a little more respect, like cougars, wolves, and bears. That was the first few pictures until we met with the first odd thing about those paintings.
The picture in question has every human on the wall holding spears and arrows. No animals were visible. In the next few pictures, we see men without spears or arrows, which said men were upscaled, massive. Long, black legs and arms attach to small bodies and small heads, of which all have un-painted orbs, depicting their eyes, which harrowed us as they stared at us through the screen. It seems some of those tall men have extra or lack of arms and legs. The saying can be said for the eyes, but most are in that somewhat humanoid body plan. The smaller men with the arrows and spears look to be battling the tall men, with some tall men holding the smaller men. In a few more pictures, below the battle scene, were red handprints, unlike those of the black they used. There are no more pictures from here, but we were stunned at whatever we stumbled upon.
Marv: What the fuck. What was that?
Me: I don’t know, maybe an archeologist's USB?
Marv then looked at the screen and saw a second file that said GIANT DOCUMENTARY.
Marv: Giant documentary? A documentary on, okay, what? Giants?
Me: That’s what seems to be like.
We clicked on the folder to see the one mp4 file with the same name. We clicked on it and it started its intro with one of those songs you’d play on a nature educational video. It was black, until it slowly faded into a scene of a forest, with the video panning across gradually and with nature sounds. There, a man with a gruff voice began to narrate.
Narrator: Ever wondered what happened here? You would assume that in a far distant time, this was a different place.
It then transitioned to a scene of a tundra, along with a slideshow of all the animals that existed during the Ice Age. It seems the documentary was made by someone using the Moviemaker application.
Narrator: A cold tundra during the Last Ice Age, of which large mammoths ruled the plains, thick-furred camels gathered in herds, and American lions roamed in their respective pride, along with the large grizzlies, the roaming caribou, and the wolves that hunt in their packs.
I then showed pictures of a tundra landscape, along with a few of the creatures mentioned.
Narrator: That was the scene until man, or Homo Sapiens came along at the end of the Ice Age, ten thousand years ago. The large glaciers that used to cover a third of North America began to melt, causing a whole dramatic series of climatic events. Man took that opportunity to hunt down the prehistoric life that existed. Eventually, those mammoths and camels became extinct, along with the American lion, who relied on them for food, along with a whole plethora of prehistoric beasts that once roamed North America. Eventually, all the ice melted and mankind settled, creating what we know as Native Americans, the Cree, Aztecs, Iroquois, and many more, telling and passing on stories as history marches on.
It then showed a slide show of historical pictures of the tribes themselves, along with depictions of a few of them taking down mammoths and going face to face with sabre tooth cats.
Narrator: I may sound reasonable, based on the evidence found by archeologists and paleontologists alike. Besides, it is only plausible that man is the only species that could drive these wonderful species to extinction. What if I told you all, watching this, that another species used to exist in North America alongside Homo sapiens?
A picture, presumably from the 1800’s or something, showed up, and later a slide show of a few news articles about them. I then began to recognize the voice, a voice all too familiar… my father’s voice. At this time, we were shocked, as this was not what I remembered him and probably not even Marv. We were more shocked at how he took this secret with him and had this under our noses. Despite that, we kept on watching.
Dad: Giants, creatures supposedly of myth and legend, larger yet primitive versions of man, have walked the Earth for many years. Most of that so-called evidence comes in the form of huge, perhaps human-like, bones discovered by farmers and amateur archeologists alike all across neighbouring America. They would claim they built the massive mounds, like the famous Serpent Mound, all across the Midwest.
The slideshow of various examples of these mounds, frame by frame, went by until it stopped at a map of the Midwest, showing where they were.
Dad: Of course, most of these skeletons would either be misidentifications of ancient animals or hoaxes. As for the mysterious mounds, they are now discovered to be built by the good ol’ Hopewell societies, the Mound Builders, who made them as burials and ritual sites. Since then, there has been no new ground evidence of their existence except for the mythologies and legends captivating our cultures. At least, until now.
It then changed to a video recording of Dad, who is sitting in a chair and began explaining it like an explorer that has seen it all.
Dad: One day, while I and John were looking for a cave at Wells Grey Park somewhere in British Columbia, sometime during July of 1994, I saw this tunnel in the snow, somewhere on a high hill at the foot of a glacier. We grabbed our gear, went up to the cave, and we just went in. It took us a few minutes underneath all of that snow before we saw this stream enter this system, melting the snow. We climbed our way down there and reached the floor. We thought we were the first humans to ever set foot in this cave.
Now, as far as I know, to the naked eye, the cave itself is pretty much invisible, especially during winter. Even if anyone did find it, it would require them hours to climb loose rock and steep valley walls. What we found in this cave is quite unusual.
The frame then shows the cave paintings - the very same cave paintings we saw in those other pictures.
Dad: We found these cave paintings on the walls. They are painted in some kind of charcoal paint mix, likely used in the creation of them. At first, the scene depicts the hunter-gatherer lifestyle of the earliest settlers themselves, hunting the woolly mammoths, bison and caribou at the time, along with the bears, cougars, and wolves that are treated with respect. Going further down the cave, we began to see fewer animals and more people with spears and bows. That is when we found the tall figures, likely exaggerated by the artists to depict their size and how they saw it. How they depicted them is very long limbs attached to a smaller body and their eyes they didn’t paint over, a hollow gaze. I felt a harrowing feeling, seeing them and gazing into their eyes. There aren’t just a few, instead, there are many of them, some have extra limbs and eyes and a few even pick up the men depicted in the paintings.
By that time, the battery went dead but we marched on deeper into the cave. We found artifacts, like pottery and arrowheads. We then stumbled upon the remains of a campsite beside the bank of the stream. As I was taking it all in, my friend pointed at something with his flashlight. The scene I saw hit me like a ton of bricks, still haunting me to this day.
There were a few human remains, so decayed that only the bone remained. I seemed to be a family of four, still wearing their fur clothes. They seem to be trying to escape a threat, and ended up here to paint this mural, only to die the hard way. I could only imagine what they went through and looking back as a family man, that fate would be worse than death, waiting for the threat to be over, which never came.
I can see him tear up, in the video, crying. Amongst the muffled cries, he said this:
Dad: I wouldn’t wish that on my family. Not even my worst enemy.
He then continued that way for a few minutes, while my initial shock slowly turned to that of sympathy for him, as this was his first time finding something like this.
Dad: Sorry, I guess I should move on.
He waited a few moments to regain composure, wiping his tears away before speaking again.
Dad: Well, after that, we climbed out of the cave. We did not tell anyone of the exact location, because we wanted to respect the people who died up there a very long time ago. My point is, that there was something that scared this family so much they made the effort to climb to the cave and paint out what is their story. There are just too many coincidences for me to think that they just went in here for the sake of it and too many of those tall beings.
That is when I believed that, long ago, something roamed these lands with us. Not some upsized human who are like us, but a horror so savage it horrified the first settlers and forced them into hiding. Now, I asked myself where they went, besides they would’ve still walked amongst us. I was looking through the libraries and saw nothing. That is when until one day, when I stopped at a gas station somewhere in Rosetown. A Cree elder was taking a smoke and told me he had a story to tell me, out of the blue. It was a weird gesture, as he had no reason to talk to me anyway. Besides, why would a Cree elder tell a white man a story?
We sat on a bench and he told me this story his tribe passed around for a very long time. He told me that, in the beginning, his ancestors feared this monster known as the Witiko. Now, today it is known as the wendigo, a solitary monster that corrupts the human soul and forces them to partake in some horrific act, usually cannibalism of their family members. Once they do that, they turn into basically thin, pale corpses with antlers on their heads and have supernatural abilities. This version also has a knack for being always hungry, constantly looking for something to eat, a metaphor for greed in most of the tribes surrounding the area.
These wendigo, or Witiko, are different. They are not the corpse zombie monster thing that was once human, but rather giant, twisted beings that came from the underworld and invaded the overworld. They ate anything for the sake of greed and malice while tormenting life on the overworld for their pleasure. It got so bad some even took it upon themselves to take their own lives. One day, their good-old Creator decided to send out his best warrior, Wisakedjak. Wisakedjak saw what the Witiko were doing and devised a plan. He banded up all the tribes and went to war with them while luring them in the process. Most, if not all, of the Witiko, were where Wisakedjak wanted them to be. The Creator then split the earth, sending them back to the underworld to which they belonged. To ensure they won’t escape again, the Creator eventually sealed the entrance of which the Witiko fell in.
I was shocked at the story, and even asking where the entrance was, only he would tell me this is a secret and that he didn’t want anyone to look for it, in fear they might be released again. After meeting him, I tried to look for genuine proof of these giants, but all I have is a few photos and a story. That is when I thought about who would cover it up, steal the bones and hide them. I guess some of those crazy conspiracy theorists might be right about the Smithsonian Museum covering them up. So I might have to cover my tracks and finish what I started. This is the show, bye.
We sat in shock, looking at each other and realising our Dad might be a nut job.
Marv: Giants? Really? This whole time?
Me: Seems like it.
That is all I could mutter out, confused at what I saw.
Me: They might be connected to his disappearance…
Marv: Okay, how is this related to his disappearance? We still don’t know where he is. Besides, he seems to be a crazy person anyway, like, he listened to one story from a random man and instantly believed him?
Marv’s inner rage became noticeable and understandable, knowing that he saw Dad as a person who cared for him through the hardest of times and now he felt like he was betrayed, like Dad went missing all over again. He eventually went to a wall and slumped against it, eventually sitting on the ground, legs carelessly splayed out and head looking down.
I felt the same way, but I was contained. I felt really sorry for him, though. I took that moment to sit beside him and hug him.
Me: It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.
He then started to cry, giving me some urge to shed my tears. I began to think about my father. He left us, lying that he was going to Ontario and disappeared, only to find out he was secretly some conspiracy theorist who was chasing what seemed to be thin air. At the same time, he was a caring father, who cared about us, taught us and tried to be with us at the biggest moments of our lives. I then stared at the video recorder at the counter.
Me: Hey, should we take a look in the recorder? See what we could find?
He then looked up at me, looking at me in seriousness.
Marv: I guess, we are in this rabbit hole now.
He then took the dead recorder, took the memory card out and plugged it into his adaptor, plugged into the PC. The files showed up and there were multiple recordings. I was staring at the dates, only to realise that the final of these recordings was on May 8th, 2018. Marv then clicked on the recording.
At first, we were in a vibrant, evergreen forest, casting shadows upon the pine needle floor under an afternoon sun. The sounds of birds chirping dominated the soundscape until we heard a nudge, assuming the camera moved. We then saw Dad walk in front of the camera and stand there, he seemed to be nervous.
Dad: Hey all, I am at the cave, where I was when I was twelve. Took a bit of time to find it, but here we are, at the Childhood Cave. Now, John couldn’t come because his wife is having their child, which I understand. So, that is why I am here alone. Not a worry, I’ve been caving for most of my life, so this is nothing new.
He then came to pick up the recorder to show around the site. I can see the rope wrapped around a tree that descends into this hole. I can describe it as being similar to a well, except flat, stoney protrusions stick out of the walls like platforms, with the center being pure black.
Dad: Well, this is the first time entering the system. I hope to find anything down there.
He then buckled up his gear, making sure the rope was tight and the gear was in working order. He then walked over to the hole, recorder in hand, only to kneel to put the camera on the first platform.
Dad: Well, here we go.
He then began climbing down, feet first, holding onto whatever rock he could grasp, grunting as he went. As soon as he was at chest height on the first platform, he reached towards the camera. He suddenly disappeared into the hole, faster than the blink of an eye. One moment, he was there, then another moment he wasn’t. At that point, I was shaking and felt weak, but my brother sat still, like a stone, waiting for something else to happen. All that I heard afterwards was silent, very long and antagonizing silence until the camera ran out of battery, turning the screen black.

I'm tired of seeing the hate against Haywood Mall.
It's a perfectly fine mall. The only missing anchor is Sears, and that's because of Sears largely going out of business. Yes, Williams Sonoma and other stores have left and moved or are moving downtown, but retailers such as those are closing in a lot of malls and moving to non-mall locations.
It's not Phipps Plaza or SouthPark, despite all being owned by Simon, because Buckhead and the SouthPark area are simply large wealthy areas that aren't duplicated in Greenville. It's certainly better than the malls in Asheville, Greensboro, Winston-Salem and Columbia, which are comparable cities.
Do I go to Haywood? No. But I don't hate the place. As a child, my family usually went to McAlister Square, and I went to Greenville Mall a lot more in the late 1990s. But Haywood is what we have now.
And for people complaining that Williams Sonoma was replaced by a mattress store: First World Problems. Rich people don't need a pity party.
So, Haywood haters: cut it out.

[[I haven't been in a relationship ever]]
Hello there everyone, I'm a 18M just turned 18 on December 14th, I had a crush on a girl since I was in 3rd class we both are classmates, she is 18F by the way, I don't know what I liked in her that time I saw her, but now I cannot get ridd of her in my mind, my mental health has been fucked up !!, I have always been that type of friend who help other doesn't matter they help me or not, are my friends or enemy, So the main thing I told my crush that I like her in 10th class took me a lot of guts to tell her, I was in a dream that she like me, I have been loyal to her one sided truly loyal, I have never looked at any other girl, just because I loved her, but now I feel that she has always used me, my friends also says that leave her, actual words "Bhai tu use chohd de woh achi nahi hai", and I replied "Bhai merepar bharosa kar I can help her", I literally don't have any idea if any of my friends were saying the truth or not but I get to know about the same thing thousands of time from every single friend, her best friends, junior etc, I helped her at every moment and she ghosted me every second whener she doesn't need me, my mental health is not in a good condition as well of now, just 4 days ago we had our last chat because she wanted to ask me some questions about her (not herself) she used a specific words maybe to get my attention: " mai tujhe btauu maine kya socha hai, Maine kisi ko nhi btaya, Yaha tk apni bestfriend ki bhi nhi" And I know that she was lying about that, I know her from a very very very long time, she always lie even to her close friends, her close friend (F) is a good friend of mine, we talked to each other for about 30 mins that night One more thing she also lied about her studies to me, so we both JEE aspirants, in our attemp 2 I asked her "Tera jee kaisa hua", and she said it was good and she attempted 50 questions, and I was like, damn she is good in studies now maybe she learnt her lesson from cheating in school, and I did only 24 questions, my percentile was 63 in attempt 2 and her was only 22 she used to say "Mai abhi pad Rahi hu baad me baat karti hu" but I know ki she wasn't studying that day I get to know not to trust her words, she mostly lie to everyone...
About her friends they told me that she has been a Friend's with benefits type of girl, she used to do sex with her friends, I didn't cared about it and said to her frnd that, I used to think that nobody has the perfect past in life but her decisions were the reason she is not doing good in life... I asked her in 10th class that "You don't have a Boyfriend right?" And she replied "Nope, pehle tha ab nahi hai", her best frnd in male 17M (12th class), told me that she was lying and she's been in relationship even at the end of 11th, and I wanted to cry over my dumb ass decision, I don't why I was always being positive that I can help her, fix her, make her feel better but the opposite happend it made me feel depressed whenever she ask me something and I couldn't do it, I get stressed if she didn't reply to my text on snap or Insta
One day in school me, her, and some of her friends were writing the chemistry paper restest, I dint get to know aboutthe info from the teacher, when I get to know I rushed to the ground where the paper was going on, she didn't even studied for the paper and she cheated from a phone (normal for her & her friends), I told her "phone se karegi toh future me kabhi bhi paper nahi kar paayegi, JEE me phone nahi milega" and she ignored me, I only had 15 mins to do my paper from starting to the end as I reached late, and I know from that day, she didn't study seriously, she follows youtuber and every single JEE guy on yt like she wants to get in IIT but don't study, she is a OBC category student she know she need to study a lot, im a ST category student (no hate please I was born like this ), but I know without study I will not get in college, I studied hard for JEE but scored a very bad score of 76.85 percentile which is very very bad to me, and she did study like every night every single time, and did 50 questions, she had the hardest shift of JEE session 2024 , but she still scored 22 percentile, and I asked her "tune padha nahi", she said "pada tha", I know she only sends Snap maybe she wants to study a lot but she couldn't do it, I told her to ask me her doubts even if I didn't know the answers I will search them learn them and tell her about those in a easy way to make her understand but she didn't listened to me, she wasted a lot of money in aakash and other tuitions and I told her many times "having more tution doesn't mean you will get better rather than that, study in a single class but work on the thing joh woh padhate hai", she bunked all the classes of PCM going to mall and eat in KFC, I always said "wtf are you doing, papa mummy me paise lage hai padh le", and she replied "haan" (her most fucking offending msg for me)
On the day of JEE session session 2 result at the time of night it was 12pm and I asked how's your result, she was stressed I talked to her for 3 hours reason she was stressed, sent her voice note to make her calm, but the next day she ghost me again, I feel it's my own fault to be too good with everyone
One of best friend in female also told me that her friends (senior) have video of her while having sex, but I don't why I have been depressed from that time, meanwhile she is happy in life, she has developed every single bad habit possible, she smokes cigarette, drink alcohol, sex while she was a minor, but im a fool I still love her, meanwhile me keeping myself away from every bad habit, I never touched alcohol, never smoked cigarettes, nig even touched a girl, my friends keep on saying "Bhai tu ghreen flag hai, lekin Teri pasand is the biggest red flag , they have ever seen". I keep checking my phone every single second, if I get a msg from her thinking she might need help or need some suggestions, I have been that therapist friend for everyone, but got no one for myself, I got tears now, I used to write msges to her for like an hour or so, just 3 days ago, I wrote her a long msg, 3 times longer than this post for sure, I told her about my every single feeling, and everything what my family thinks about her, I thought she would say something and she might feel more comfortable with me, but what happened is she said "msg bohot bada hai baad me padhungi", after that day she's been ghosting me, in really sad right now guys, tell me something that I should do, emotionally I'm too weak, please suggest me some way so I can be happy in life again, some way I could let her go from my mind, I won't lie but I still love her, been almost 8 years now, she knows everything from me being a good guy to the feeling I have for her but I couldn't keep myself happy... I hope everyone gets what they want in life but asked something for me... She is part of my mind and heart now, a broken piece I couldn't remove, a piece that will always be broken can never be fixed... Sorry if I haven't posted in a good manner or something, it my first reddit post to be this long...
Suggest me something that I should do to make myself feel better otherwise my future is dark and I know it, from my present...

Hi all! As someone who was big into perfume in my 20s, but lapsed due to the economic reality of being a public school educator and social science researcher, I've only recently come back to exploring fragrances now, in my 40s. I appreciate the reviews I've read on here, and wanted to give back via my own little contribution.
These are my notes on The Complete Works, Volume One and Two, from Imaginary Authors. These are all the most recent formulations, and I've tried to acknowledge where my background and biases influence what and how I'm smelling the fragrances.
Yesterday's Haze
This is floral, but with something else. I smell sunflowers and the kind of gardenias that you get at funerals in the South. It's an initial warmth that dries down to something cooler, like coming inside in Florida in the summer from fresh air to air conditioning.
Whispered Myths
Imaginary Authors says this one is 'bold'. It doesn't open with a huge burst, but the oud is there right away, backed by a bit of honey, like popping the cap on a squeezy bear. It's possible there's something I can't smell in it, because it just doesn't have much OOMPH for me.
The Soft Lawn
If you like fresh cut grass, but the soft kind on golf courses, not the ubiquitous Bermuda and St Augustine of the suburbs, this is a sweet hit of that. There's a bit of sharp citrus in the dry down though.
The Cobra and the Canary
I had a Great Uncle who used to sit and smoke in the shade of his garage while my cousins and I rode our bikes on the slightly sticky blacktop in South Florida. This smells like that, in the best way possible. The tobacco is there from the beginning, but the warm asphalt creeps in. There's also a bit of overly hot grass in there, like a lawn that hasn't been watered today, but has baked in the sun. The smell of the grass bending and breaking juuuuust a little under you is a tiny note deep in. I think you probably wouldn't smell it unless you were deliberately inhaling deeply into your skin with it on.
Telegrama
This is a sheet hung out to dry in the sun. The sheet is hanging over a planter of lavender. You're sitting in a wooden chair nearby. But also? It kinda smells like the sharpness of a really expensive hairspray.
Sundrunk
The orange your mother packed in your school lunch, combined with the papery smell of the brown bag she packed the lunch in. This is an immediate memory scent for me.
Slow Explosions
There's a particular smell that well-used horse saddles have. It's leather, but with a bit of musty funk. This scent is that, but you're also feeding the horse a red apple, and you can tell it's a very crisp red apple.
Saint Julep
I read the official notes on this one, and they all sounded like my jam. It's supposed to have mint, magnolia, bourbon, and sugar. (Hello, Immediate Recognition of my Youthful Indiscretions.) I mostly get the sugar though, and maybe a bit of the caramelization of the bourbon, but not much. This fragrance is much lighter than I expected. The magnolia doesn't come through until it's super dried down. I think my reticence here is that I want this perfume to be something it's not, and that it's probably not intended to be. I wanted a Big Derby Perfume, and it's all, "Nah, nah girl. Calm your tits and drink slower."
A Whiff of Waffle Cone
Y'all, this is just what it says on the label. It is that particular vanilla-y, caramel-y, warm in your hand scent of a fresh waffle cone. Subtle, it is not. It also lasts for-ev-er, and can be smelled (in my house) two rooms away.
O, Unknown!
As a teenager, I was a goth who also wore Birkenstocks. I would have been all over this. There's a lot of sandalwood, but it's like it's a sandalwood bubble that's surrounded by black tea with sugar. It's the way any clothes you bought from the 'alternative' store in your town in the '90s smelled, even after a wash or two.
Cape Heartache
First, this smells like a Christmas tree. Then it smells like a Christmas tree overlaid with strawberries. Then it smells like turning over a rock in the forest and sniffing the wet dirt on the back of it. I don't mean any of that to imply an unpleasantness. This was a weird scent ride.
Fox in the Flowerbed
This is a very accessible jasmine backed with powder. I think, as with Whispered Myths, there's something my nose is just ignoring, or this is very basic floral (which seems at odds with the rest of the fragrances from this producer.)
In Love with Everything
Here's the oomph that I expected (and didn't find) in Saint Julep. It's a handful of raspberries tossed into a glass of half orange juice and half fruit punch, that you spiked with a splash of coconut rum. And though that may sound very coded feminine, it somehow doesn't come off that way. There's something sharp at the back. In my dreams, this is what Pedro Pascal's neck smells like when I bury my head in it.
Memoirs of a Trespasser
This smells like bourbon, y'all. Good bourbon. Expensive bourbon. There's an immediate strong vanilla, and then it smells like a whiff of antique oak furniture, and then finally, church incense.
Falling into the Sea
I was surprised by how fast this mellowed out. It starts very 'beachy'. There's a lot of lemon and bergamot coming straight at you. As it wears though, it gets a bit gentler, and the sharpness of the lemon goes, leaving a faint citrusy, floral wash. I liked the first bits of this better than the dry down, but I love me a beach.
Every Storm a Serenade
Have you ever gotten a bouquet of flowers, and they use eucalyptus as one of the 'greenery' bits? And you feel like you can't smell the pretty flowers at all? And the smell of eucalyptus going off eventually fills your whole place? That's this fragrance. This has all the big non-florals. There's a woody tree smell, and then the feeling of rubbing your face in vetiver, and always the eucalyptus. This is the fragrance that made me go, "Ohhhh, when someone says something smells of ambergris, THAT'S what they mean."
Bull's Blood
I can't imagine what this smelled like before the reformulation, with all that I've read about how this 2.0 version is tame in comparison. I'm going to turn to my spouse's description of this, as I think he explained it better than I could. He said, 'It smells like the London Underground. I smell iron, and electricity, and being too close to too many other people.' All I would add to that is that it's more floral than the name suggests, and there's a bit of rose and patchouli funk in there.
A City on Fire
One of the poor choices I made as a teenager was my furtive use of clove cigarettes. This fragrance takes me back to that, but with (presumably) less inhalation of fiberglass. This is a resinous, spice cabinet smoke. It's lighting a match and holding it close to your face. There is nothing sweet in this - often smoke fragrances lean very campfire, and this isn't that. You're not making s'mores with A City on Fire, you're burning it all down.

Hi lovelies!
Today, I have prepared 'a little tour guide' to help you on your journey through New York, or what's left of it. I will try and describe in detail what's where and how to get through each one of the four chapters. Big thank you to u/ZekeFearMe and u/h3c4t32 for their contribution!
\please note that documents only appear during Challenge Mode! Their location is random every time, so make sure to check your surroundings thoroughly.*
\please note that breaching charges are scattered randomly throughout the level. Their location will also vary depending on difficulty.*
\I'm also putting a* spoiler tag on this - in case you're completely new to the game and would like to play it first without ruining the fun - stop reading here! ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎
Without further ado, let's dive in!
\"Alright, let's go.\" Tashaun Burnell
Chapter 1: Descent
This should be your first mission to play, as it introduces you to the game, shows you how different scenarios work and what triggers them. Consider this a tutorial of a sort.
First things first, let's get you off that damned roof! After getting rid of the barricade and heading downstairs, you will enter a vestibule leading to a long hallway to your right and a smaller room behind a closed door to your left (sometimes there are zombies and/or Lurker just around the corner behind the door, and a collectible document has a chance to spawn on one of the tables). Switching to your silenced pistol would be a smart decision, unless you want to alert nearby zombies and fight off a swarm very early (you can also try and melee shamblers, just be aware that Lurkers may spawn in three different spots here - in a small corridor visible from the vestibule, in an office to your right once you enter the hallway, and around the corner before you enter the small dining hall). Check the small office and shoot any zombies that are around (notice the photocopier here, sometimes a collectible document has a chance to spawn on top of it).
After you reach the end of the hallway, you can either enter the small dining hall or continue to your left, through another small hallway and up the steps. The dining hall only has two points of interest: an empty pizza box (a collectible document has a chance to spawn in it), and sometimes there is a crate behind the cooking station. Careful when you pass by that small office to your left, Lurker is hiding inside. You can see him/dispose of him through the dining hall door, shooting him through broken glass (once the threat is eliminated, check the shelves with folders, there is a chance that a collectible document spawns here).
You will now enter a large open area leading to the lifts. To the left there's another office (and yet another Lurker waiting to pounce on you as soon as you poke your head in the door, there is also a chance that a collectible document spawns on the red sofa to your left), to your right is small storage room (a Lurker is sometimes waiting inside) and a brightly lit corridor (sometimes there is a medical item on one of the sofas, also Virus Sample at dead soldier's body). Continue down to the reception where the lift is - be careful, there are two possible Lurker spawns, behind the reception desk on either side. Once you press the lift button, I suggest to back off a little in case there are still passengers inside the lift car (often there's a Bull).
Exit the lift, and you will find yourself inside a large mall with hordes of zombies roaming in the streets. Taking the path to your left will lead you to a broken display with a mannequin and a dead body next to it (a collectible document has a chance to spawn here). You'll also notice a sofa that's kinda in a way - sometimes there can be a crate or item on it. Continue down the left path, and you'll reach an outlet (NADIAMI). Be careful upon entering, there is a Lurker hiding behind the counter. Make sure to search the store thoroughly (a collectible document has a chance to spawn next to the blue chair in the corner). When you're done rummaging through this floor, head down the escalators. Your first big horde battle awaits! As the grand atrium reveals itself, you will see all the zombies trapped inside. There's quite the few, but don't shoot your guns yet. Notice how there are few standing idle opposite the bridge. Walk over to the other side and search the area first (a collectible document has a chance to spawn on one of the desks in right-hand corner), set up any traps (if you have an Exterminator or Hellraiser on your team, have them put down claymores where escalators are and on both sides of the bridge), as zombies will swarm the area from both ends. Make sure you and your team has the flanks covered, and start blasting. Shoot those big star shaped chandeliers and watch pieces of falling glass slice through Zeke. The horde will quickly pile up and climb, and at the same time more zombies will begin to pour in from the escalators. Make sure to watch out for Specials; Infectors, Bulls, Juggernaut and Gas Bags. There are also two Lurker hotspots, one just behind the column on the left side coming from the bridge, and the other on top of a lift car (you can safely kill this one through the gap in the door before pressing the button).
Once there is only smoke in the air and bullet casings on the floor left, advance towards the lift on the other side (there is a red service light shining through the broken door). Drop to the atrium and notice more guns, equipment bags, heavy guns and defence kits. You guessed it - there is another big horde battle ahead. You will have some time to prepare yourself, so briefly look around (there is a chance that a collectible document will spawn next to the blue duffel bag near an ATM under the escalator, there can also be another Virus Sample, if you head down the escalator leading to the parking garage, next to the body of a soldier), and get to it! If you've read my first guide, Newbies Handbook to Zombie Apocalypse, and remember the passage discussing defence kits, you'll know what to do. But just in case; depending on what defence kits you have around, set up barbed wire all the way in the front, lay down electric grid in the same fashion, auto-turrets should be facing back to provide cover from behind, as zombies will often pour in from all directions. And stationary gun should be facing towards the gate. When you're ready or time's up, zombies will swarm in. First, from the street right in front of you. You can shoot some of the cars and have explosions kill a few. Not long into battle, zombies will start falling from above and coming from behind you - the game loves to pull this trick whenever possible, you will have to get used to it. Expect Bulls, Juggernaut and Infector, often a Gas Bag drops down too. Just watch your six and listen for auto-turrets go off and hissing or roaring of Special Zombies, that's your cue to turn around. Best strategy now is to run up the escalator, and shoot all the zombies that climb up to get you. There are also three spots where Lurkers love to hide, one is behind the sand bags, second is behind glass just a few feet away, and third is on the lift car (this one can often surprise so be careful when you hear him, he's definitely there!).
If you managed to survive, grab any heavy guns that you haven't used (any machineguns, TAIGA-12 heavy shotguns, chainsaw or flamethrower - you don't want to use any missile or grenade launchers for the final stretch - high risk of friendly fire in tight spaces), enter the code into console and head outside. The street is mostly blocked, with only one way to go - down to the subway. Before we descent, let's look around (there is usually a crate by the military truck to the right just upon entering the street, behind the white shipping container next to a body of dead soldier you may find another Virus Sample, and in broken white box behind the bus stop a collectible document has a chance to spawn). In subway, we will be greeted by more zombies, attacking a train, and you will also meet Stevie, its conductor. There will be lots of smaller swarms attacking you, with Lurkers hiding in the shadows - one is right behind the locked gate as you enter the subway, another one is around the corner in the hallway between the two staircases, then another waiting in the train car next to where Stevie is. Some are also hiding in the rooms behind locked metal doors. Your next objective is to collect supply crates - depending on difficulty and number of players, the number of crates will vary. Every time you reach a crate, swarm will come, usually accompanied by Screamer. These can be quickly disposed if there is a player on the roof of one of the train cars. Don't hang around for too long though, as zombies keep swarming in.
Before dropping off last crate, make sure to check the subway station (a collectible document has a chance to spawn behind the trash can on second floor, above Stevie's train). Final stretch can be made easier - you just have to either sprint towards the entrance of the subway all the way back, upon collecting a crate, or - you can unlock the ground floor door on the right by activating a switch through the wall and (this method however requires experienced player with greatsword - because that is the only way to get inside without having to collect crates in there - useful for Insane or Extreme difficulty) shoot incoming swarms through the door. Usually zombies break these, but this particular corridor is zombie proof. You can just wait out and slaughter whatever comes by.
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Chapter 2: Tunnel Vision
So the train only got you so far; now you have to help Stevie open up gates in the tunnels to get through. Go through the door on your left and up the stairs (as you reach the boiler room and walk up the steps, notice broken white box - a collectible document has a chance to spawn in it), there will be one stray zombie, and usually a Lurker, just behind the white brick wall leading to a hallway. Another one could be hiding in the room to your left with wide open metal doors (there can also be a Virus Sample on the body of a dead soldier in the corner). If you continue straight, you will reach a small room with a ladder and blue barrels in the corner - there will be a white metal box on the ground - sometimes a breaching charge can be found here. Now head back and through metal bars into storage room. Careful! There is usually a lurker crouched behind the metal shelves, in the middle (if you look around from this exact spot there should be a carboard box next the the metal shelf, behind it a collectible document has a chance to spawn).
You will have to activate two switches here, opening a gate and leading to the next area. Lurkers love to hide behind each row of generators, one in the small room on the right, immediately after entering, there can be one under the stairs on the right hand side (if you check behind the gas canister next to the staircase across the breaching door, a collectible document has a chance to spawn here) and another one is upstairs, in a room on the left - here you may also find a breaching charge, tucked behind a wooden box. You will have to activate three switches here, there is usually one on the catwalk, one on the ground floor and one in the server room - entrance is on the ground floor, just have to climb a few steps. Careful as this area can be full of zombies, and Lurkers - one behind the wall in a small room ahead, one behind the wall with server rack - here could also be a breaching charge, just stuck in between the rack under a screen with green oscilloscope (opposite the server rack on a desk facing the corridor with metal shelves, a collectible document has a chance to spawn).
Once you hit all three switches, gate will open upstairs, leading to the main hub with a control room. If there are any defence kits that are auto-turrets, I recommend picking them up, but don't place them yet - save them for the finale. You'll thank me later. Before you enter the control room, be aware there can be a Lurker behind that metal wall. Activate the control panel, and immediately run back to the door through which you've entered the hub. Stand next to the scaffolding on top of the platform, and just shoot any zombies that pile up on the other side. Second pile, and later whatever falls down from the roof, will have to climb the stairs and a cement bag wall to get to you. You have the high ground, and there is a solid obstacle between you and incoming zombies. This method will give you huge advantage, and you will only have to deal with leftover pile after. Notice the cement mixer as you walk towards the big vent, sometimes the wooden crate that's next to it contains a breaching charge (and before you reach the vent, look inside the flipped wheel cart, a collectible document has a chance to spawn there). You can also breach into the small room under the ventilation shaft.
As you climb over the ledge, sometimes you will startle a Lurker. Press the fan control, and drop down to the next area. There are three Lurker spots; one behind the wall with the pipe just around the corner, one around the bend to the right from the first spot on a broken metal bridge, and around the last bend. There's a yellow forklift, if you check its seat closely, you may find a breaching charge. There will be some weapons and a crate in this area too. Climb the big broken pipe and move carefully into the next area (if you drop down on the right hand side and turn around, you will find a bunch of blue barrels, a collectible document has a chance to spawn there).
Here, you will have to activate three vents on three levels in order to clear out the toxic gas. The first panel is very straightforward - drop down on the left-hand side, switch the first vent on, and make your way down the obstacles (careful, there can be a lurker on either side behind the pillars). For the second panel, you'll need to find a key on one of the bodies - so start looking around (Lurkers like to hide behind the pillars on this level too). There are two entrances on each side, leading to smaller rooms and corridors with dead workers. There can also be a breaching charge behind the last pillar on the left side (next to the staircase). On the left-hand side is a hallway leading to two storage rooms (at the end of the hallway, there are two blue barrels and a wooden crate, a collectible document has a chance to spawn behind it). Enter the storage to the right, and behind the yellow forklift, you may find a breaching charge. On the right hand side is what looks like a generator room, with dead-end corridor (there can be a Virus Sample next to a dead soldier behind wooden crate in the corner) and small boiler room. Once you have the key, return to the panel and clear out the gas on the lower level. The third panel will be a little more difficult; again, you have to search the bodies, except this time they're in the gas on the ground floor (on the same floor as the third panel is, there is a small L shaped hallway to the left, opposite the stairs leading down - a collectible document has a chance to spawn on metal shelves next to a wooden crate - careful, there migh be a Lurker waiting there too). You won't last long in the toxic air, so plan your route to the corpse and back and make your trips as brief as possible. Once you have the key, wait for the ground floor to clear up and head down the stairs (take the stairs down to the left, immediately turn right and find a wooden box tucked by the pillar next to a cage - a collectible document has a chance to spawn in it).
There will be only one way to go, and that's through a corridor with metal door leading to a 'tower' - here you will have to quickly climb flights upon flights of stairs to get to safety (when you drop down and take the path to your left, you will reach a dead soldier - this is the third and last location where a Virus Sample may appear). It's easy to get swarmed and overrun, as Zeke will start to literally pour in from above and open sewer grates on the sides. You may find a breaching charge between the two boxes as you approach the bridge on the upper level. Directly above this spot, there is another place where a breaching charge can be found - on top of a cardboard box in the corner, before you enter the safe room and seal it shut. After the gate closes behind you, another one opens directly in front of you. Sometimes there will be zombies in the next room, so stay focused (there is a chance that a collectible document spawns on the shelf to the left immediately as you enter this room).
Once you leave this area, you will reach a sector 7 catwalk leading to another vent. Climb over the ledge into the vent - be careful, as there might be a Lurker around the corner to your right. If you continue straight ahead, you will reach a pile of boxes and bin bags, there can be a breaching charge there too. Exit through the vent to the right and you will find yourself in a hub again, except now on the other side. There is another control room here and a scaffolding. Remember those auto-turrets from earlier? You should have at least one or two with you, so go and place them on the top of the control room, breach the room next to it, and if there are any more auto-turrets, place them facing the control room doors. Best position to defend here is on the top of the control room (there can also be a breaching charge behind the pile of boxes in the middle) - again, you have the high ground, auto-turrets to cover your back and floor below, and there's a tunnel boring machine control panel (it's position is random though, so it can be on either side, or if you have all the documents for this chapter, there's a chance there will be two panels, one on each side).
Worry only about protecting the train, all the zombies that climb up the sides will have to climb some more to get to you, by which point they'll be long dead. Special Zombies, however, should be swiftly dealt with - they can either fall down from behind you or from one of the vents (this is also where Screamers wail from), and can close distances faster as they are more resilient. Boring machines will turn the Zeke into mincemeat in a matter of seconds, you can mount a .50 cal to thin out the herd a little, and you can use heavy weapons once the swarm reaches the train.
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Chapter 3: Hell and High Water
WIP
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Chapter 4: Dead In The Water
WIP

Hey everyone, I am getting a Tesla model y in a week or so. Right now it's being delivered. And im new to the EV world. I would like to ask a few questions about charging and etc. If you guys, could help if would be perfect.

1. Are Tesla superchargers free in Dubai? and how do they work. Do you just plug in and sit in your car, or can you go to the mall and come back to the car a few hours later?
   
2. is premium connectivity free?
   
3. Are the dewa ev chargers good? How much do they cost? Do they count as parking for cars at malls, jbr, etc. So we don't have to look for parking. "special parking" And can we leave them and enjoy our day and come back a few hours later?
   
4. How much range (average) do you get in the summer with an electric car. and winter too if you remember
   

Thank you guys :)

Alright! Look, listen…this here story is somethin’ I’m not too keen on sharin’, mainly because I ain’t got too much to say about it all but, also, because it’s more a flashback of something from my ravaged brain. Due to it being from my ravaged brain, I ain’t to certain it’s a real memory or something implanted to make me a more sympathetic type person. Either way, if you ask me to explain who I am, it might start like this: A long, long time ago…
18 years ago…
The icy clash of shattered glass mixed with the shrill scream of twisting metal as the crushing weight of the cylinder bared down on the old car. First, its hood crunched down to pop the headlights, and to make the fenders press and slice into the tires, tires already flattened by time and now made completely useless. Then the windshield crackled and the cabin crumpled. One rear tire still inflated suddenly deflated as the load of weight popped the sidewall to release a long, loud hiss. The rest of the car’s windows were missing already and, as the conveyor fed the last of the junkheap in the crusher, Alex looked on in satisfaction.
“Didn’t think we’d get that pile finished before sundown!” Alex said as he reached up to pull off his hat and wipe sweat from his brow. As he let his foot off from one actuator on the ground and, also, he let go of a large handle that sprung back into place. As he did so, the large crusher came to a slow grinding stop. When the glass settled and all was quiet, he pulled off his gloves and breathed a sigh of relief.
“You want me to get the truck?” Little Alex, his young daughter asked, her high voice came from behind to surprise her father.
He turned around with a jump. “What in the?!” He was startled, not just by his little girl, but by the fact that she was in the wrecking yard at all. “Who let you back you here?” he looked around before looking to his girl. “You know you’re not supposed be back here, LA.”
The little long-haired brunette did not shy away as she used her thumb to point over her shoulder, back at the door. “Mom said I’m big enough to be back here,” she smirked.
“Listen…” he knelt down to her, eye to eye and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “Where the truck is at…” he nodded in that direction, over her shoulder, but was careful to keep eye contact. “And…out around the side-yard with Butch and Cassidy…yes…you’re big enough to be back there. But, look,” he pointed to a sign that said ‘Hardhat Area.’ “Signs like that are important and you need to pay attention to things like them.” He stood and took off his hard hat and looked at it as he continued. “LA, when your mom or I say the phrase ‘back there…’ well, it’s what we say when we go behind the office…it makes things easy for the customers to understand. But, you’re old enough to know the difference now, so, let me show you something.” He took the hardhat and placed it on little Alex’s little head. “First thing’s first: you’re gonna’ need one of these.”
“Are we going to get the truck?”
“Not just yet. You need to learn about the signs of danger back here.”
Only a few minutes had passed before the two found themselves standing at the back door entrance to the office. LA could hear her mom faintly talking with a customer up front, and started to reach for the doorknob, but Alex spoke up to say, “Hey, take a look at this.” LA stopped and turned to look. There, covered in years of grime and smudged with all manner of grease and oil, an assortment of signs had been nailed to the wall, adjacent to the threshold. “Have you ever noticed these before?” he looked to LA as she scanned the signs and slowly nodded. “Have you figured out what they mean?” Again, he watched her slowly nod. “Okay…” he raised his head in curiosity and pointed to a Hardhat sign, one that resembled what he had pointed out earlier near the crusher. It did not have any of the wording, it only had a little black figure of a man with a bright yellow hardhat, all surrounded by a thick bright-red circle. It did not click with LA, and Alex could see that. “Here, let me give you a hint.” He reached out and took the hardhat from her head and put in on his own, making sure to take a step sideways, just right enough to be in the same view of the sign so that LA could visually compare them.
She gasped with realization and a smile. “You need a hard hat!”
“That’s right!” Alex said excitedly as he bent down, grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up into his arms. Even being nine, LA felt as light as a leaf in Alex’s muscled arms and, with one arm, he held her close as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was about to point to the sign about needing to wear gloves in the back but, just then, he caught the scent of something unwelcome and, with his free hand he pointed to another sign. “What’s this one mean?” He asked as he scanned the area.
LA looked at it with concentration on her face.
The sign had what she knew to be a cigarette on it with a huge red circle that crossed through the cigarette. She crooked her head in slight recognition and pointed at it, “I’ve seen that at the diner, but…”
Alex found what he was looking for, and, with a smile and raised brow, he nodded. “That’s right. Do you know what it means though?” Trying not to break LA’s focus, Alex wiggled off the glove of his free hand and began snapping his fingers towards Jim, a man standing towards the back of the room.
As Jim looked up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, Alex’s face became stern as he discreetly motioned about the cigarette.
LA thought about it and, finally, shook her head to make her pony tail lightly whip and tickle against Alex’s neck, bringing his attention back. “What’s it means, dad?”
“It means No Smoking,” he said just loud enough for Jim to hear, looking at him one more time. “Cigarettes are bad for many reasons but, back here, they can set things on fire.” He watched as Jim, dejected, snuffed out the little fire-starter. He looked back to LA, then, the sign and pointed out a couple more items. “There’s lots of things back here that can hurt you. Corrosive stuff. Electrical things…you remember what happened in Robocop 2, when Murphy grabbed that electrical box?”
LA’s eyes went wide. “His name was Alex, too!”
Alex let loose a roaring laugh. “Yes! But you’re missing my point…remember how he got fried?”
LA nodded with her eyes growing even wider.
“Well…I don’t want THIS Alex fried!” He bopped her on the nose with his index finger. “You understand?”
With a giggle and a smile, LA gave a short little nod.
Hoping she understood, Alex turned to make sure Jim had really put his cig out but found no sign of the man. He set LA down, turned and opened the door and, in an instant, he saw the orange flick of firelight flash up. Not wanting to hurt LA, but it was all he could think to do in such a short time, he kicked her in the butt to send her sailing up the hall.
LA tumbled to the floor as thunder and orange light slammed the door closed behind her, throwing off the Employees Only sign that skipped across the floor to a stop at LA’s feet.
Present day…
When I woke up, the Crossout was well underway but enough about me, that’s a story for another time…right now, we need to get to the real story of things.
It all started when…