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Man Is Found Overdosing On Heroin In His Car . . . Good Samaritans Try To Revive Him

Flashy

Kate Upon on Lip Sync Battle

No time for doors! 

Journalism in Brazil

Just another day at work

Jesus fuck this is impressive

Japanese Efficiency

Idiot

Walking a razor edge 

Someone’s gonna be pissed…

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We’ve all been there: your good friend starts dating and suddenly disappears off the face of the earth. It’s as though they’re dead. Well, when 20-year-old Keiran Cable from South Wales started to date 19-year-old Jess Ferguson, his friends had the same experience.

After months of unreturned calls and emails, 50 of Cable’s friends decided to surprise him with a fake funeral that included a coffin, hearse, and even a eulogy.

“Keiran had been in a relationship for a few months and it felt like he had died because none of us had seen him since then,” according to his friend Ben Sullivan.“A couple of weeks ago we were all in the pub and we all started saying RIP Keiran.”“We decided if he wasn’t going to come out with us and was going to pretend he was dead then we’d organise a funeral for him.”

“One of the boys, Shaun Bundy, organised most of it and he spent Friday and Saturday making the coffin.”

“[Keiran] had no idea what was going on. He thought he was coming out to watch the rugby but he ended up in a coffin.”

“I borrowed a funeral car and we drove the coffin from pub to pub.”

“Another one of the boys, Daniel Bundock, was the vicar, and gave speeches from the Old Testament.”

“Keiran has had a tough 18 months trying to keep his friendship with his friends alive but sadly the wait is now over and he has floated up to the gates of heaven,” the eulogy read. “What hurts the most is that we were starved of precious time to say our last goodbyes after his relationship status was changed from ‘Single’ to ‘in a Relationship.’”

“The roads were completely closed off, it was epic.”

And what was Cable’s reaction? “I was in complete shock and didn’t know what to do or say.”

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By Derek Low

In 2008, Singapore Airlines introduced their Suites Class, the most luxurious class of flying that is commercially available.

The Suites were exclusive to their flagship Airbus A380, and they go beyond flat beds by offering enclosed private cabins with sliding doors that cocoon you in your own little lap of luxury. The interior was designed by French luxury yacht designer Jean-Jacques Coste and comes along with a plush soft leather armchair hand-stitched by the Italian master craftsmen Poltrona Frau. Perhaps most well-known of all, Singapore Airlines became the first and only commercial airline with a double bed in the sky.

However, the experience came with a hefty price tag. With round-trip tickets costing up to S$23,000 (or US$18,400), it was completely unattainable for most people.

Formerly, the only way for an average person to fly in the Suites was to take out a bank loan. And then I remembered that most of my personal net worth exists in frequent flier miles rather than cash.

So in September 2014, after splurging an colossal amount of miles…

I was booked on Suites Class to New York!

This is my trip in photos.

I arrived at Singapore Changi Airport and proceeded to the Singapore Airlines counters for check-in.

As I joined the line for check-in, I was promptly greeted by a staff.

“Good evening sir, how may I help you?”

A sudden realization hit me and I went “OH NOPE SORRY” and briskly walked away, leaving the lady astonished.

I had almost forgotten that Changi had a luxurious check-in lounge specially for First Class and Suites passengers.

It looks like a hotel lobby, and there’s even a bellhop who carries your luggage.

Soon, I was in possession of The Golden Ticket.

Flying in the Suites also includes an invitation to The Private Room, which the staff was proud to say that it was “higher than first class”.

I arrived at the lounge and was approached by an attendant. "May I escort you to The Private Room?" she asked.

I followed her past what seemed to be 50-60 people in the Business Class lounge. She walked noticeably fast, seemingly afraid that I would be disgusted by the presence of the working class. Here I was transferred to another attendant who walked me through the First Class lounge, and then through a set of automatic sliding double doors before being transferred to yet another attendant.

Finally, after 10 miles of secret passageways and being escorted by 3000 people, I arrived at The Private Room.

Entering the confines of The Private Room, the staff greeted me by name. It’s like they all already knew me before even meeting me.

I wasn’t hungry but I’ve heard rave reviews about the dining room. So I sat down and ordered a glass of champagne and had the Chicken and Mutton Satay plate.

…and the Baked Boston Lobster with Gruyere, Emmenthal and Cheddar.

…and also the U.S. Prime Beef Burger with Foie Gras, Rocket Leaf and Fried Quail Egg. Oh, and a Mango Smoothie too.

Completely stuffed at this point, I realized it was time for boarding.

There was a dedicated jet bridge solely for Suites passengers. Standing at the end of the bridge was a flight attendant ready to greet me.

“Good evening Mr Low!”

I realized that they would address me by whatever title I chose in my Singapore Airlines KrisFlyer profile. I instantly regretted not going with President Low or Princess Derek.

I was escorted to my Suite.

I picked the middle suite, which can be merged with the adjacent suite to form a double bed.

"Would you like a glass of Dom Pérignon, sir?” And I replied the only acceptable response to such a question: Yes.

“Sir, would you like a copy of every newspaper we have onboard today?"

At this point, the crew members came out to personally introduce themselves to me. Among them was Zaf, who was the Chief Steward of the flight.

As it turns out, he’s also the guy in the airline’s safety video.

Zaf told me that there were only 3 passengers in the 12 Suites, and joked that I could have a bedroom, dining room and living room if I wanted.

And so I picked my dining room.

Dom Pérignon and Iced Milo in hand, it was time to take off.

I took this time to check out what was provided onboard the flight. Headphones from Bose, for example.

Salvatore Ferragamo amenity kit, which included a full-sized bottle of cologne.

Everything else was Givenchy: blankets, pillows, slippers and pajamas.

As soon as the plane reached cruising altitude, I was offered another drink.

Seeing that it was almost 1 AM and I was just beginning to indulge in the whole suite experience, I decided to order coffee to stay up.

I don’t know much about coffee, but I do know the Jamaican Blue Mountain costs a ton. A pound of the Blue Mountain beans sells for $120 at Philz Coffee.

So I ordered the Blue Mountain, and was complimented by Zaf. “You have very good taste in coffee, sir.”

Zaf returns with the coffee and tells me about their selection of gourmet coffee, and how the Blue Mountain was "by far the most outstanding".

I unglamorously gulped down the entire cup at once, while pretending to appreciate the finely-balanced traits of the Blue Mountain.

I asked him to recommend me a tea, and he quickly brought out a cup of TWG’s Paris-Singapore tea.

And then he knelt down next to me as I sampled the tea. He told me about the high quality tea leaves. He told me about the hand-sewn cotton teabags. He told me about the fragant cherry blossoms and red fruits infused into the tea. Somewhere in between, he might have mentioned about the history of coffee trade and the East India Company, but I can’t be sure.

He says that he has been with the airline for 19 years. Within the past 2 or 3 years, he has served Leonardo DiCaprio and Morgan Freeman flying in Suites Class.

I figured since Zaf was so available to recommend me coffee and tea, I asked him, “can you recommend me a movie?”

He picked The Grand Budapest Hotel, a fantastic movie which I thoroughly enjoyed. Off his head, he could name me the actors and talk about how brilliant their performances were in the movie.

“That’s incredible!” I exclaimed. “Are you like a savant of the cinema?”

“I just happened to be someone who likes movies,” he said, modestly.

“I will call you here every time I need a movie recommendation in the future!”

“Uh… okay!” he said, as brightly as he could.

As I settled in, supper service began.

Having stuffed myself with three entrées back in the lounge, I wasn’t particularly hungry so I settled for a 5-course supper.

For appetizer I had the Malossol Caviar with Lobster-Fennel Salad. And after clearing the plate in three bites, I asked for a second plate.

On to my third appetizer, I had the Duck Foie Gras with Shaved Fennel-Orange Salad, Beetroot and Mizuna.

I picked the Fish Noodle Soup for main course.

And Vanilla Bavarois with Raspberry Coulis for dessert.

After supper, I decided to burn off the calories by walking around the plane. I asked the crew if they could give me a guided tour of the A380 and they willingly obliged.

We walked up the front stairs to Business Class, down the length of the upper deck, and back down a spiral staircase to Economy Class. Zaf said he’d love to take me to see the pilots’ cockpit, but the airline has stopped allowing that in recent years due to security concerns.

When I got back to the Suites, the lights were already turned down indicating it was time to sleep.

In the Suites, you don’t just lie on a seat that has gone flat. Instead, you step aside while the Singapore Airlines flight attendants transform your Suite into a bedroom, with a plush mattress on top of a full-sized bed. When the adjacent suite is empty, the dividing partition can be brought down to create a double bed.

Zaf and a stewardess went about making the bed.

I don’t even know how to express this in words.

I probably need a poet to describe how amazing this was.

I jumped into bed squealing like a little girl.

I spent the next hour lounging in all possible positions.

Some people might say this seems to be the loneliest flight ever. And to that, I say this:

And while you’re doing stupid things like that in the Suite, you can use the ‘Do Not Disturb’ button for privacy.

Through the entire flight, the attendants check on you almost every 3 minutes without being intrusive or annoying. They would just briskly walk past you with quick glance.

I paid a visit to the restroom to change into the pajamas provided.

It’s a restroom, what were you expecting?

There’s a seat that folds down that’s actually more comfortable than most Economy Class seats.

And henceforth, I slept. Well, not on the toilet of course.

When I woke up, I saw the clock and my heart sank. A little over 3 hours to Frankfurt. I’d slept for 6 hours, or $6,000 worth of the flight.

So to cheer myself up, I asked for a chocolate and was handsomely rewarded with two.

We landed at Frankfurt for a two hour layover, and the three of us in Suites Class were escorted to the Lufthansa Senator Lounge which had a spa and hot shower.

Getting back on the plane, a new crew was onboard for the flight to New York.

It was 8 in the morning and I decided to begin the day with a Singapore Sling.

For breakfast, I used Singapore Airlines’ Book the Cook service.

It allows you to pre-order a specific meal before the flight, which is then specially put onboard the flight for you.

I had the Lobster Thermidor with Buttered Asparagus, Slow-roasted Vine-ripened Tomato, and Saffron rice.

And dessert, which I can’t remember what it was.

When it was time to nap, I didn’t want to trouble the crew for a full double bed, so I opted for a single bed instead.

The partition between the two middle suites slides up to form a wall.

The single bed is plenty spacious on its own.

Waking up, I was immediately presented with the second meal I pre-ordered through Book the Cook.

U.S. Grilled Prime Beef Fillet designed by celebrity chef Alfred Portale.

As we finally landed at New York, a huge problem presented itself — I didn’t want to leave the plane.

I have to say, after being served Dom Pérignon in a double-suite bedroom at 36,000 feet, I’m not sure flying experiences get any better than this.

Originally posted at: dereklow.co

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Hans Zimmer in his studio – Part 1

Hans Zimmer in his studio – Part 2

Hans Zimmer in his studio – Part 3

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Key & Peele – Awkward Conversation

Sickening: Cleveland Suspect Explains Why He’s Murdering Innocent People & Blames It On His Ex-Girlfriend And Mother

The Cleveland suspect said he has killed 13 people so far and has blamed his ex-girlfriend and mother. He had been posting on Facebook for at least four hours before his page was taken down. He states that many of the bodies were in an abandoned house. In another video he says he has “snapped” and has a “lot of built in anger and frustration,” telling his friend on the other line he has killed a couple people. 

Vaping Competition is actually a thing

Free Solo Climber (no rope) passes by a couple of rock climbers

Evil prank

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How to Deal With Sorrow Like Theodore Roosevelt – Average 2 Alpha

The 30 Greatest Movies of the 2000s, Ranked – Maxim

Awesome inspiration for home design – Marysia

The Top 100 Episodes Of ‘The Simpsons’ – The Ringer

Here’s Proof That Model April Love Geary Has An All-Star Booty – Mandatory

The 13 Most Formidable Enemies The Roman Empire Ever Faced – Ranker

Amazing Portrait Photos Of Iranian Women From Between The 1920s And ’50s – Leenks

Meet Hottie Paula Manzanal – Yes Bitch

A woman is accused of a disturbing sex crime involving her 3-year-old girl that’s as sickening as it gets – Rare

Guy who says God sends natural disasters to punish gays has his home destroyed in a natural disaster – DeadState 

First nonpartisan effort to create a fully integrated look at revenue and spending across federal, state and local governments – NY Times

Hot girls in bikinis at the beach – Radass

The 30 Greatest Action Movies Of This Century – Thrillist

North Korea Warns of Possible Nuclear War – Newser

Hunting the KGB Killers (2017) tells the story of what happened to KGB officer Alexander Litvinenko, poisoned with polonium in 2006. It is all but certain that the highest levels of Russian government were involved – Channel 4

Kate Upton Wore a Bikini in Turks and Caicos – G-Celeb

Trump Says He Would Have Risen "From That Cave In Two Days, Tops" In Easter Speech – Runt Of The Web

Bartenders Try To Guess Who Is Underage Based On Looks Alone – YouTube

Caitlin Arnett Is An InstaBabe You Should Know – Hollywood Tuna

Vintage stripper audition Polaroids from the 60s and 70s – Dangerous Minds

Guy stops dude from beating up his girlfriend (video) – Trending View

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Fight with mutual respect at the end

This guy takes no prisoners … 

7 years ago: Brad Pickett uses well-timed takedowns to hand a young and green Demetrious Johnson his first loss

Nick Diaz vs Diego Sanchez…some good grappling up in here!

London bus, knife attack, man fights off attacker

MMA fighter Jon Fitch tries to defend against a knife attack

These two young men fought clean, with excellent technique, and shook afterwards.

Cocky boxer gets a slice of humble pie

Dude got fucked up! Ref was waiting for his death before stopping the fight

Floyd Mayweather landing clean body shots on Andre Berto

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Check out this new p-funk drenched hip hop song from Chicago rapper JAMS the Flava Child.  The song is dope featuring live instruments with rapid fire rhythms. 

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What is Financial Domination?

Financial Domination comes from a deep need for a loss of control. Financial Domination can be played in a myriad of ways but the main idea is a dominant woman seductively or harshly manipulating money from a submissive male.

For the submissive the idea of having a woman take money from him or manipulate him into a state of wanting to give money to her is incredibly erotic. In some cases the submissive male even dreams of complete financial ruination.  This is extreme but has been done by many femme dommes in the past. Usually Financial Domination just involves the taking or giving of money either on a scheduled basis, through coercion or blackmail, or just out of an intense need to give.

Now for those of you who are reading this thinking, ‘you’d have to be nuts to get off on that,’ let me remind you that everyone has their own erotic fantasies however if you’ve ever taken a woman on a date, you’ve been financially dominated.  If you’ve ever been screwed over in a divorce, you’ve been financially dominated. So don’t be too quick to judge. For some it’s painful, for others it’s very hot.

This is another fetish that has an underlying current of humiliation as well, but again it depends on the individual.  To hear a woman laughing and telling you what a sucker you are can be very arousing.

Financial Domination can be done by phone, mail, live sessions or just about any way that’s imaginable. Being a Sugar Daddy is a more controlled form of Financial Domination but usually involved sex.  The true fetish doesn’t involve sex at all because the dominant female wouldn’t dream of having sex with an unworthy submissive.  The fact that he’s giving to her is simply because he feels that he isn’t worthy of the money but she, being more powerful and beautiful, should be made to enjoy her life with his money but without any tangible benefit to him. The mere fact that he has given the money is the benefit to him.

I use this metaphor a lot when I’m describing the feelings of the submissive in Financial Domination.  When you go to a Christian church there is a time in the service where the plate is passed around and every one gives money to help keep the church running. No one there expects anything from that offering.  They certainly don’t expect the pastor to get down and say blow the congregation in gratitude.  (Lol that’s probably a whole other fetish.) No, in fact you give because you WANT to, you want to make sure your church is there for you next week, that the pastor can eat for the week and the bills can be paid.  It’s the exact same thing with submissive men.  If it’s done correctly they look at the woman as a goddess, a deity. To offer up money to their goddess is just the right thing to do. Her life is ALL that matters.  As a submissive male you want to eat, sleep and breathe this woman. She IS your religion.

What does it feel like to be wrongly convicted

I was wrongly convicted of murdering my wife. I recall that first night in jail. It was not unlike being punched in the face. I was stunned, numb, and not sure of what lay before me. All personal control had been yanked away. What I wore, what I ate, where I slept, and where I could not go were all dictated by the State. In that situation, the absolute power of government becomes blatant, coercive, Orwellian.

The first few months of prison life are about adaptation. It’s a different society, a subculture of power — physical, emotional, and spiritual. There are simple rules. Obey and internalize those rules and you’ll get by.

As the years pile up, feigned apathy becomes your outward mask.  But on the inside, anger and bitterness consume you.  Revenge occupies your so-called free moments.  At other odd times, you fantasize about living a normal life… or escaping to a tropical paradise… or dying in prison.  You imagine building houses, establishing relationships with the opposite sex, or burning down the houses and the relationships of your enemies.

But as the decades accrue, an acceptance and an understanding of life creep in.  If you’re lucky, you become calmer, more relaxed, more sure. You see the value of faith, hope, and of course, love.  You come to appreciate pure things, like the behavior of animals and the joy of small children. It sounds cliche and almost banal, but time wears a man down.

In the end, if you are lucky, you see that our trials are what improve us.  And if you are very lucky and somewhat insightful, you see that whatever your trial has been, it is exactly what you needed. Our trials make us who we are.

– Michael Morton

What’s it like to have a bad LSD trip?

Well I didn’t think it was possible with the quality of most LSD I see these days, but it seems I finally achieved my lifelong goal of overdosing and completely flipping out. 

It was a Friday night and my trusty acid dealer arrived with the small squeeze-bottle vial. Usually she laughs hysterically at the number of hits I want to take, telling me I scare her. This time however, she just looked concerned and said “this is supposed to be really good stuff. Are you SURE you want to take 10?” At this I replied that I was so sure and she proceeded to squeeze the drops onto my tongue. 1,2,3,4,5,6- ok swish around, then 7,8,9,10. With the usual hug and ‘have a good trip!,’ she left me to my usual –coming up on large amounts of LSD- antics. My especially active roommate was gone for the weekend, and so I locked myself in my room and watched the end of this really strange Japanese zombie movie called ‘versus.’ The time was 1:50pm 

The LSD came on stronger and faster than I had ever experienced. Usually I wait about two hours, wondering if I got ripped off. This time I ate very little in preparation, and by the 25 minute mark things were seriously near the overwhelming point. The white walls became trillions of colors with a repeating pattern that looked like the symbol for a cold front over and over again. I have only gotten sick on acid once before, but the intensity of the come up left me curled up on my bed with my face in the comforter, rolling around to try to stave off the nausea. I’m sure some out there know what I am talking about- its no normal nausea, it’s inconsistent and comes in rapid waves. What was initially an ecstatic mood at getting what seemed to be excellent acid turned into fear- this was coming on way too strong, way too fast. I remember lying on my bed looking at the different sized whirlpools swirling in the drywall and thinking “Just hold on, motherfucker!” For some reason I kept conceptualizing the amount of time I had been waiting for this trip, and it seemed to be a very tangible ‘amount’ of days bathed in this dreary sunset light and it made me feel unbearably depressed so I tried to banish it from my mind. 

By this point it was about an hour in and things were getting really intense. I looked at the underside of my hand and wrist and saw the veins scintillating and moving quickly like highways of ‘loading’ bars on the computer with the diagonal lines moving. The visuals were making me sick so I closed my eyes and saw this universe pattern with millions of different sized dots and stars made of different day-glo colors. It was all intensely beautiful but I felt too sick to appreciate it. I stood up to make my way to the bathroom to try to speed up the inevitable and found my balance was insanely off. I stumbled and almost fell over, then crawling over to my toilet and sitting cross-legged in front of it, cursing it for being so tall and not being usable with me in that sitting position because it was the only position I could think of at the moment. The visuals at this point were not as noticeable because I was looking around too fast to settle on something, and frankly was concerned with my survival more than the trip. I knew in the back of my head that no one has ever died from LSD itself, and so as long as I maintained some small measure of control and didn’t fling myself out a window or something I would be fine. It certainly didn’t feel that way though, I felt violently ill and my mind kept going back to how the current trip must compare to ergot poisoning. I kept trying to put on music to calm myself but it seemed loud and like it would alert my roommates that something was wrong with me so I kept turning it up then down, the mouse making ridiculously long trails on my computer screen. None of my usually fully memorized favorite songs and album titles made any sense, and I kept going in circles on iTunes trying to find something, all the while becoming more and more disoriented and frightened. I kept picturing paramedics bursting in my room and shoving tubes down my nose, and my parents crying and standing over my hospital bedside. A part of me said “no, I’m not going to let that happen.” Ironically my unstable window shades took this opportunity to come crashing off the wall and knock everything off my desk, making me trip over them in the process. Landing on my bed with low music playing, I laid there, trying to calm down and think what to do next to help myself. These strange sequences of action kept entering my head, like “ok turn down the music. Now lay on the ground. Ok now pull out phone. Now try to find headphones.” These very mundane actions helped me feel centered and not so totally freaked out. I fully expected either my roommates, the police, or EMTs to bust in my room any second. I kept thinking I was going to die, even knowing about the toxicity of LSD, and my mind kept flashing to what the last thing was I wanted to say to God to rationalize my short life. I stumbled to a notepad and started to write “mom-I love you” then crossed it out as it suddenly seemed completely random and trite. Was this really the last message I wanted to leave the world? Instead I opted for printing in huge letters “HOLY SHIT” for some reason crossing the T at the bottom and making it look like an I. I was totally fucked up, the carpet was undulating and each object on my floor took on massive significance in what I thought to be the light of my last moments of life. Eventually I passed out on my bed for several hours when my crisis came to a pitch- I shut my eyes and tried to narrow my experience to the smallest amount of stimuli possible, focusing on my breathing. I guess this made me fall asleep because the next thing I remember was waking up around 6:00 pm, knowing the worst was over and thanking God and the spirits of the universe that I was alive and O.K. The trip was far from over, however, and the visuals were still going full force. My whitewashed walls were plastered with thousands of little amoeba shaped blobs each with numerous different bright colors contained within. I remember being stunned at the rainbows that seemed to form a halo around every object. By this time the sun had set, and turning on the lamps in my room sent cascades of crystalline light in all directions. With my totally ridiculous fear of dying past me, I was able to turn on my favorite music (A Japanese producer named Yasutaka Nakata) and enjoy the totally beautiful, ecstatic visuals that slowly died down, coming back briefly in waves until about 11 o’clock. 

In retrospect, I never thought I would have an acid trip I wouldn’t be able to handle. I pride myself on my experience with psychedelics and voraciously read books, websites, anything I can about them and the experience we humans have with these substances. I was unprepared for the completely rapid and alien change my world went through in less than half an hour. I am mad at myself for freaking out, I contemplated calling 911 during the worst parts, and just imagining what could have happened had I done this sends shivers down my spine. A hospital is NOT where you want to ride out an acid trip. Reading this back to myself, I think “Why couldn’t I have just calmed down and enjoyed it??” At the time, this was impossible. My trip was like a freight train that gathered and gathered speed until I did the only thing I could-became unconscious. 

I hope no one gets scared or chooses not to partake of LSD because of this trip report. I love lysergic acid diethylamide, it is an unbelievably wonderful sacrament that has been bestowed upon the human race, and I truly believe that a direct experience of reality, beyond labels or concepts, could push the human race off the destructive path it is currently on. But I am beginning to preach… 

– DeWitt

What is a typical day in prison like?

I can only say from my experience.

I was in a cell. There are also dorms, and I haven’t been in a dorm.

I was in a 2-3 man cell (new guy had to sleep on floor).

I woke up around 5:30 AM or just before( you get used to it). Then there was a count.

At that point you had the option to go back to sleep until breakfast or do something else, such as watch the local news on T.V., work out or try to shower.

You could also read, or do something. I usually got up and started moving around.

Around 7 you’d do another count where they actually looked in you cell to see if it was in order, and then chow.

Have some breakfast. Then, the day started really. I had a job, so I’d wait around in my full uniform, to see if they came for me that day. Sometimes they didn’t come. (M-F). After that I’d chat with some people, mess around, play a few games of chess or whatnot and maybe read a little bit.

Then there’s another count: This is where you line up and the guards just come around and count every head they see, sometimes look in you cell or maybe give a speech about things in the unit going well or poorly.

Then Chow (lunch) This is around the time I came back from work on the days that I did go. Id eat, bargain with the food depending on what was on offer. (I liked to get an extra hamburger on Wednesday so I’d hustle that)

Then I’d work out for 2-3 hours about 3-4 times a week. After lunch until dinner was the best time for me. I hated waking up in jail so bad, but when it came nigh-time, it became like a whole viable world in there and I knew after I worked out that I’d be sleeping soon which was my favourite part of doing time.

Then dinner came. At this point everyone would be winding down, and if I didn’t do a late work out, I’d read by myself, or just take a shower and be clean and socialize, maybe casually shoot some hoops or take a walk around the unit. This is something that I did quite a bit. I’d just do laps around the unit with my headphones in, or more rarely, I’d walk around with another guy, just talking.

I shoudl say that I read quite a bit. I read over 350 books while I was in for one year.

In addition I read countless magazine articles and newspapers.

In the morning or afternoon when I was waiting for work etc, I would do some work, or academic study. I would read biographies, or study some subjects like math, drawing, or random. I read and write letters around this time, and did crosswords, puzzles, and played a little chess.

Then in the evening after dinner, I would read a novel, or something fun, or light. In many cases this was actually literature, something that I could sink my teeth into more than T.V.

I hardly watched T.V., but there were some guys who basically did their whole time watching T.V. or sleeping.

THe evening after dinner was the happiest time for me. Generally people were in a good mood. Although I am not religious, sometimes I woudl go out to the prayer circle that was held un the basketball court. I liked the positivity of it, and the guys, all would give one another a hug. Being in such close quarters all the time it just felt nice to have a positive prayerful space.

Then I’d hit the cell before we got locked down, just to be out of everyone’s way in the last run-up to lock down. I felt like I was being the cool guy who leaves the party early. I’d hit my bunk and grab a book, or write a love note to my wife.

They came and locked the doors at 1030 after I’d been laying down for a bit. My cellys all would stay out until the very last second, so in that last hour or so I had the place to myself to clean up the cell again (another constant activity) or use the bathroom, and brush my teeth by myself.

Then we’d have to sit there for another half hour until they came and counted us again through the cell door before we could turn off the lights and go to sleep. I had a reading lamp and would just lay there reading until my eyes got tired.

There are also highliths and benchmerks of certain days.

There is laudry night and then laundry day. You have to be present and get your clothes and sheets.

There is commissary day which is like Christmas, you get all your treats for the week (2weeks or more sometimes)

There are also the weekends which are a little better rules. You can be out of your cell more, and you didn’t have to go to work for most pwople.

There are visits which are amazingly huge.

There are phone calls. I always chose times when the phones were slow, and dragged a chair over there to chat with the wife or someone like my mom or brother.

THen there’s the usual killing time bullshit.

There’s shakedowns, when they come and ruin everyones day and schedule and everything by tearing up your cell and fucking up everyones trip.

There’s holidays which work in a similar way to the outside, people are just people, and Christmas hits everyone.

There’s a tremendous amount of sadness. Just writing this makes me feel so amazingly grateful that I’m not inside anymore and am not going back in. I make every decision predicated on not going back to that nightmare. It’s so easy to go in and so hard to get out.

– looking2doit 

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1. It wasn’t the greatest. My mother had me when she was 17 and still in school. As a result, my grandparents watched me whenever she wasn’t able to do so, and as time passed, that happened more and more often. They actually ended up raising me but still encouraged a relationship with her. Looking back, I’m convinced that did a lot more harm than good. She just wasn’t ready to be a mother so young; she was the sort who was very social and loved to party and needed to be part of the in-crowd. When she was finally ready for children, she went on to have a replacement kid — a “do-over”, someone once described it — who, to this day, is by far the favorite child. My mother and I are not close at all, and I still have a lot of lingering issues I’ve needed to work through over the years because of it.

2. My parents have two sets of kids. They raised my older brother and I when they were teenagers and had my little brother and sister toward their 30/40s.

Growing up my parents had no money or family support. We didn’t have many toys, we ate simply and the presents we got were necessities wrapped up nicely. What they did have was time and energy and we were rich quality time.

Now my parents are much better off having finished school and established themselves professionally . My (20 years younger) siblings are drowning in toys and camps, playgroups and activities…but my parents are tired. I took for granted how much time and energy my parents had to simply play and engage with me as a kid. I can’t help but see the activities as a way to get the little ones out of the house and the toys as an apology for being burnt out.

I have a great relationship with my parents. I like them as people and enjoy their company. It was (and is) odd to watch them become adults, settle into themselves and their lives. It did set me apart from other kids growing up and of course other parents and teachers whispered. I put effort into living well to spite them. My parents sweat blood to make sure siblings and I have what we need, and we do. Occasionally we joke about about being neighbours in an old folks home and racing walkers down the hallways.

3. I was conceived in her 8th grade year and born that summer. Growing up wasn’t abnormal, I thought everyone had “young parents” so when I saw my peers parents, I thought it was their grandparents.

4. My mother was sixteen when she gave birth to my older sister. My dad was in his forties. So this is half relevant.

When she got pregnant her parents disowned her and she moved from New York to Oregon with my dad.

Growing up it was a strict religious upbringing, obviously dominated by my father. He died when I was young. Which in a way was good, cause my dad was a jerk, but in another way left a highschool drop out stay at home mom the primary breadwinner for two kids, one of whom was disabled.

She was and is a great mom, but at the time she struggled providing for us. We were homeless for a while. Then lived in a popup for a couple years. But eventually she got her GED and a job as a school lunchlady (I ate lots of cafeteria food), continued at school and eventually got a career. She is a teacher now. I’m very proud of her.

I’ve never met any of my extended family.

5. Kinda sucked a lot. They were both too young and emotional to handle each other, let alone us. Tried their best, but they couldn’t answer questions the way kids need. They were still kids themselves

6. My mom gave birth to me five days after her nineteenth birthday and my dad was 25. They gave up a lot to take care of me and be good parents. They moved into my grandparents house and lost a lot of independence and privacy. My dad dropped out of college and worked three jobs. My mom had no idea how to take care of me, so my grandma had to help with almost everything. My mom also gave up her dreams of going to college until I was in middle school and she did her degree online. My parents had a very nasty divorce because they were so young, didn’t know each other very well, and were very stressed out. It sucks and I experienced times of poverty and instability. Try to have kids when you’re ready. It’s a better life for you and your children. But accidents do happen, and when they do, know that all of your sacrifices won’t go unnoticed by your children. I can’t ever thank my parents enough for the things they gave up for me.

7. Mom had me at 18, not long after graduating high school. She’s always been very mature, and was extremely dedicated to taking care of me and meeting my needs. My dad, who was 21 at the time, was a lot less involved, and my parents fought often. they broke up when i was 4, which i honestly think is for the better. My mom always gave all that she had for me and my sister, who came along 2 years after me, and i’m so grateful for her being so mature and determined to put us before anything or anyone else. I love you mom!!!

8. My parents got married and are still together. My dad graduated but my mom never did, we were really poor most of my childhood and teenage years. We were sort of an embarrassing secret for my moms religious family, a mistake and bad thing that she did. My parents missed out on a lot of normal young adult experiences and as a result are still immature like teenagers in a lot of ways. I sometimes felt I was raising them instead of the other way around, impulsive decision and poor financial skills, never planning ahead, neglectful of things like making sure we were clean and had enough school supplies, meals, doctors visits. On the other hand they were fun and more energetic than other peoples parents. We went on lots of vacations and were involved in tons of activities and sports. It was hard for them, and hard for us. In a way I wish they would have gotten abortions because I feel like they could have done so much more with their lives if we hadn’t held them back, its weird to be the cause of somebody elses hardships, especially people you love.

9. My parents were both 17 when I was born.

It sucked at times, especially when I had to take care of the younger siblings and cook starting when I was 7, but my parents loved us so much. I knew from an early age how hard they worked for us so I didn’t mind helping out, it just became our normal.

That’s part of the reason my parents worked to hard, was to keep everything as normal as possible, particularly for my younger siblings.

As I got older when they were in their thirties things became much more steady and now they are just like any other loving lower middle class family. All the kids are doing great.

I’m trying really hard to save money so I can pay for the honeymoon they never got to have because they had me instead.

10. Mum was 16, dad 19 when they had me. I was raised by my dad’s mother, as my mother was too young and immature. My mom didn’t even finish school, my dad graduated. When I was 2 they got jobs in the city and moved there. My grandmother would get monthly allowance to look after me and pay for the necessities. Mom and dad would visit twice every year and bring lots of presents. I went to a prestigious private school and did well in my studies. I missed them a lot, specially my mother but she was never there when I needed her. My grandmother tried her best but sometimes you just need your mom. They tried their best I am very thankful for that, but wish things were different.

11. My mother had me her last year of high school with my father. My father really isn’t a bad guy but he was a stupid 20 year old who loved money. He ended up going to jail for selling drugs while the rest of my family already presumed that since my mom has a child before even graduation high-school she would be unsuccessful ( in a family of high expectations ).

She attended college while her parents watched over me during the day. Which is a good reason why everything turned out okay. She used her resources instead of being prideful and not wanting help with raising a child.

She pulled through and I can honestly say my childhood didn’t miss anything. We lived with my grandparents till I was 6 and she finally got her “Career” job to make it on her own. She was young and smart and did everything for me. She also wasn’t one to deny help when she needed it which is probably why she beat the odds and succeeded so well. So yes as far as I know I had a normal childhood.

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At the ripe age of 137, White Wolf a.k.a. Chief John Smith is considered the oldest Native American to have ever lived, 1785-1922

A Ghost Army trooper paints an inflatable rubber tank modelled on an M-4 Sherman. The 23rd Headquarters Special Troops, an elite force whose speciality was tactical deception, was a matter of military secrecy until its declassification in 1996.

Military deception is as old as war itself, but the idea the Allied planners came up with represented something new: a mobile, self-contained deception unit capable of staging multimedia illusions on demand. The 1,100 men in the unit were capable of simulating two full divisions—up to 30,000 men—with all the tanks and artillery that the real units might be expected to have. The illusion might discourage the enemy from exploiting a weak spot by making the site seem as if it was heavily defended, or could draw enemy troops away from where real American units were planning an attack.

Inflatable dummy tanks and trucks set up near the Rhine River in Germany. Attention to detail was critical. Bulldozers were used to make tank tracks leading up to where the 93 lb (42 kg) inflatable dummies stood. Real artillery shells were tossed around fake guns.

Man’s spectacles explode after being struck by a policeman’s truncheon, 1960’s

New Orleans woman with her young enslaved servant woman, New Orleans, Louisiana, United States, in the 1850s

Grand Central Station during World War II

 A mother and child in Hiroshima, four months after the atomic bombing. 1945

This video was declassified by US Government several years ago.

They were called nuclear soldiers. The military wanted to know of effects of nuclear bombs on soldiers at different distances. They were compensated years later but some had died already.

Louis Armstrong plays for his wife in front of the Sphinx by the pyramids in Giza, 1961

A Norwegian Bride, Norway, ca. 1900

American troops prepare nazi Major General Anton Dostler for execution for killing 15 OSS men, Italy, 1945

German General Anton Dostler is tied to a stake before his execution by a firing squad in the Aversa stockade. The General was convicted and sentenced to death by an American military tribunal after ordering the execution of 15 US soldiers on 26th March 1944.

General Anton Dostler was a general of the infantry in the regular German Army during World War II. In the first Allied war trial after the war, Dostler was found guilty of war crimes and executed by firing squad. He ordered and oversaw the unlawful execution of fifteen captured U.S. soldiers. The soldiers were sent behind the German lines with orders to demolish a tunnel that was being used by the German army as a supply route to the front lines. They were captured and upon learning of their mission, Dostler ordered their execution without trial. The U.S. soldiers were wearing proper military uniforms and carried no civilian or enemy clothing and were in compliance with Hague Convention to be considered non-combatants after their surrender. Under the 1907 Hague Convention on Land Warfare, it was legal to execute “spies and saboteurs” disguised in civilian clothes or enemy uniforms but excluded those who were captured in proper uniforms. Since fifteen U.S. soldiers were properly dressed in U.S. uniforms behind enemy lines and not disguised in civilian clothes or enemy uniforms, they were not to be treated as spies but prisoners of war, which Dostler violated. This order was an implementation of Hitler’s secret Commando Order of 1942, which required the immediate execution without trial of commandos and saboteurs.

Video of his execution:

A German mortar crew in the ruins of Stalingrad. August, 1942

German soldier going against direct orders to help a young boy cross the newly formed Berlin Wall after being separated from his family, 1961

4 East Germans swim to the West; It was captured by a tourist’s camera

Patty Hearst Robbing the Sunset District branch of the Hibernia Bank in San Francisco at 9:40 A.M. April 15, 1974. Her and the Symbionese Liberation Army (S.L.A.) were in the bank for 4min

Patricia Hearst Shaw, is the granddaughter of American publishing magnate William Randolph Hearst. She became nationally known for events following her 1974 kidnapping while she was a 19-year-old student living in Berkeley, California. Hearst was abducted by a left-wing terrorist group known as the Symbionese Liberation Army. After being isolated and threatened with death, she became supportive of their cause, making propaganda announcements for them and taking part in illegal activities. Hearst was found 19 months after her kidnapping, by which time she was a fugitive wanted for serious crimes. She was held in custody, despite speculation that her family’s resources would prevent her spending time in jail. At her trial, the prosecution suggested that she had joined the Symbionese Liberation Army of her own volition, and sexual activities between her and SLA members had not amounted to rape. She was found guilty of bank robbery. Hearst’s sentence was commuted by President Jimmy Carter, and she was pardoned by President Bill Clinton.

1931 Bugatti Type 41 Royale 

The last picture of all four Beatles together. This photo was taken August 22, 1969

This is the first photo of them. Coincidentally also August 22, 1962

Niels Bohr and Albert Einstein discuss quantum Mechanics (December 11, 1925)

Joe Rogan and Eddie Bravo discuss whether the Earth is Flat or not (April 18, 2017)

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So long Bill O’Reilly…here’s one of his greatest tv moments

Beagle plays the piano and sings the horrors of life

A Guide to Coachella by Jack Fink

Juice company charges $400 for “super powered” juicer that squeezes juice packets you can easily squeeze by hand

Key and Peele – Caught with Porn

 Woman has a breakthrough while taking DMT

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Trash Your Porn, Quit Masturbating and Crush Life – Knowledge For Men

Foodies Who Like To Entertain! Here’s How to Build a Cheese Board Your Guests Will Love – Rip & Tan

This Ukrainian Girl Twerking In The Street Caused a Major Car Crash – Maxim

Iryna Ivanova Agrees ‘Boobies’ Is The Key To Internet Success – Mandatory

14 Brutal Human Sacrifice Techniques Throughout History – Ranker

Anastasiya Scheglova should be on your radar – Linkiest

Bill O’Reilly dropped by Fox News amid harassment allegations – PBS

Aaron Hernandez reportedly had a Bible verse scrawled across his forehead when he was found dead in his cell – Rare

If you like booty, look no further – Radass

21,587 drug cases headed for dismissal after Mass. chemist falsified evidence for years – VICE

11 Ninja Tips On How to Wake Up Early – Better Humans

A damn fine collection of bewbs, awesomeness and everything in between – Leenks

Report: Walmart Workers Cost Taxpayers $6.2 Billion In Public Assistance – Forbes

Take the money and run: Photos of the real life Bonnie & Clyde – Dangerous Minds

Caitlin Arnett Is An InstaBabe You Should Know – Hollywood Tuna

North Korea issues terrifying warning to USA – Trending View

Silicon Valley Invests $120M in Hilariously Inessential Juicer – Newser

The Ultimate Collection of Manly Last Words – The Art Of Manliness

25 Great Performance in the First Round of NBA Playoff History – Gunaxin

Military Packing Secrets That Will Make You A Better Traveler – Thrillist

Brook Power is Playboy’s 2017 Playmate of the Year – The Blemish

Quite possibly the hottest babe you will see today (nsfw) – Ehowa

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When I put an entire paycheck towards my debt

When I can sleep in for the first time since my son was born. And my dog wakes me up at 5:45am

When boss asks me to stay late on Friday

When I sharted in a friend’s house and can’t find the toilet

When I don’t get an inside joke 

When a 19 year old female friend of the family says she is flying to California to meet with an agent about a modeling career

When I hear teenagers on the bus talk about having found their “true love” 

When I’m on the train and someone starts masturbating

When my girlfriend is texting me while I’m trying to play a game

When my brother tells me that Mom wants to speak with me 

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