197 kilometers to miles

Debating between F80 and Horizon 7.4. I'm a 190 pound/6'1 runner, plan to use it for around 30 miles per week.
Was pretty set on F80, but seems the Horizon has faster speed changes (for intervals) and better controls, plus it's cheaper by $200. However, most things I read suggest Sole and not Horizon.
7.4 I think is a better fit for me, but not sure on durability compared to Sole

In Houston, it doesn’t get much bigger than Paul Wall. Such an absolutely nice dude too. Spotted this on IG this morning. I was gonna pass on these just because I’ve had a lot of 🔥🔥 580 scores lately, now they’re a must cop.
Shoutout to the celebrities on team new balance!

I have to buy a car as part of my new job and have no idea what to buy.
The car has to be no more than 7 years old otherwise I won't receive the payment (so really something around 2020 or newer considering it will need to be paid for etc). I will have to commute around 65 miles a day. I have no specific need for any particular type of car but I do like cars, anything really enjoyable is expensive to run 65 miles a day.
I'm strongly considering a Tesla but also thinking about maybe an Audi A4 or A5 or a 520D M-sport estate.
In looking at cars up to about £30k (but would go lower obviously) and I am at a complete loss what to get I am running out of time to decide.

We have a great time mocking the carbrains but, most of the time their behavior makes me feel really sad. Am I alone here?
People indignant at the thought of walking more than a mile are so detached from the earth, from their community. Drivers angry that everyone else is in their way as they barrel through their neighborhood with the cold determination of a war pilot; they’re so antisocial, so poorly adjusted. Guys whose unnecessarily giant truck, costing a third of their monthly income, feel like its part of who they are. They’re so insecure and financially kneecapped.
We mock them, but kinda feel bad for them, because seriously…. they’re not well.
Insecurity, grandiosity, delusion; it approaches mental illness. The carbrain lifestyle makes it harder to exercise and socialize, and both are so important for mental health. It reminds me of the people on those hoarding shows, and it makes me feel so depressed about where we are.
This sub is normally more fun than this, but I’m curious to hear your thoughts.

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BALASORE, India - The derailment in eastern India that killed more than 300 people and injured hundreds was caused by an error in the electronic signaling system that led a train to wrongly change tracks and crash into a freight train, officials said Sunday.
Verma said the root cause of the crash was related to an error in the electronic signaling system.
The electronic interlocking system is a safety mechanism designed to prevent conflicting movements between trains.
In 1995, two trains collided near New Delhi, killing 358 people in one of the worst rail accidents in India.
In 2016, a passenger train slid off the tracks between the cities of Indore and Patna, killing 146 people.
About 22 million people ride 14,000 trains across India every day, traveling on 64,000 kilometers of track.

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I have a theory regarding the Green Goblin making his debut in Spider-Man 2. From what we know from the gameplay teaser, Peter Parker and Miles Morales are trying to find a cure for Harry Osborn (Norman Osborn‘s son) who is dying from a genetic disease. Norman was trying to use the symbiote Venom to bond with Harry in order to survive.
However it seems that Venom has bonded with Peter instead and is slowly taking over him.
In the original comics, Norman is the Green Goblin and is succeeded by Harry after his death. It’s been heavily hinted in the first Spider-Man game that the Green Goblin hasn’t debuted yet. Which begs the question, when will the Goblin be introduced and how will it tie into Spider-Man 2?
Well here’s my theory. My theory is that either Harry will die which causes Norman to finally snap and seek revenge on Spider-Man or Norman will find an alternate cure for Harry that’ll turn him insane and will become Green Goblin. Either way, the Goblin will make his debut near the end which may lead into a third game.

Ok my consultant is always attacking not supporting i don't drive and its a long way by bus to my next closest one over 20 miles away.
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I don't get on with the food diary design i have dyslicea so i find filling out the SAS log would be easer. and it is but she jumpped down my throat telling me i was not meant to be filling the SAS logs out all the time bear in mind i have told her that i don't get on it the food diary's.
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Also how long is everyone's group she dose it in 30 mins and if she is going to over run she skips people out and makes sure she finishes in the 30 mins the next group starts at 7 and she always makes sure she stops at 6 no mater what

Hi everyone, recently with two friends I went to see spiderman across the spider verse at the cinema, I had already seen the first film and I had a very good memory of it without remembering too much of all the ins and outs and it is with this little memory that I went to see the second film, it was a very good film, I really spent a very good time watching it sincerely, only here there are two problems:
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The first: the film ended on such a powerful cliffhanger that I must admit I was left a little hungry, as I imagine many people were. I really want to see the sequel, but I really don't want to wait 60 years for the next film to come out.
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The second: I loved the film, but I felt that there were TONS of references that I didn't have, and I'd like to be able to see the film again one day with those references to appreciate it in a different way.
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So I'd like to know a few things, do you think it's worth my while to get into comics for this? Is it a good gateway to the comic book universe? Is it even possible to have a sequel? (I've started to do my research and I have the impression that the timeline of the films has absolutely no connection with the comics) If it's not possible to have a sequel to the films through the comics, then are the comics any good?
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There you go... It's a very messy post but I'm sure some of you will be able to answer all my questions. :)

The Order of Prince Yaroslav the Wise, fifth class, is the highest rank a Ukrainian foreign national can achieve. Its newest inductee is back home in Florida and has been in the shower so long he’s lost track of time. His feel for the present moment will return in about thirty seconds when the hot water runs out. His hair has been both shampooed and conditioned. His body throughly soaped. It’s the shower’s warm solitude he cannot leave. There is plenty to do today; an interview at a radio station at eleven, lunch with his sponsor, an early dinner at his mom’s pastor’s. All of them want to know more about his experience overseas, they want to know how the war is progressing, they want to hear how he went from Highland Hills High School to war hero. What they don’t want to hear, what David does not want to hear, is how cold his new found notoriety makes him feel. Before can explore his melancholy any further, the hot water goes. The steam rising above the shower clears as a lukewarm solution rinses the remaining soap and warmth off David’s body. He remembers taking similarly cold showers in Ukraine, and how happy he was to have them. It’s shocking how clean a man can get with a half full bucket of water and a couple of towels.
“Ah look at Abie! Clean enough for a Russian bitch.” says Bone in his thick provincial accent. Words David can’t remember Bone actually saying or they only sound like something he would say. Sitting around waiting for mechanics, waiting on orders, waiting on food, waiting on the Russians to start shooting, David didn’t know war could be so boring. The only thing Bone said he liked more than killing Russians was fucking them. The rest of the guys in the platoon knew Bone was probably lying, but he was their instructor, and they were the international volunteers, so he was never questioned. He was the only person in their platoon who spoke Russian and Ukrainian and English. One guy, this kid from Belgium, called Bone a cunt after failing to pull the pen on a grenade during a training exercise, and Bone gave it to him.
“What is this? You do not have to pull pens in Belgium? Or do you like to give your enemies the grenade so they can throw it back?” said Bone. He then effeminately ran around the kid saying, “Here Mr. German. Take my grenade. They are loud and I am afraid.” Bone comes back to his real voice. “Killing Russians is no different than driving a truck. It is your job. Don’t think. Don’t be like this Belgian. Pull the pin. Kill Russians.” The Belgian kid said something to Bone but no one knew what it was because no one spoke French. This didn’t stop Bone from hitting him in the face so hard it broke his nose. The kid quit later that day, and Bone got written up which David told him is like a kid being put in timeout during a house invasion.
“What is this time out?” Bone asked.
The water is cold so David gets out. In the kitchen his mother goes over the day’s itinerary again, just to be thorough she adds.
“Do you know where you are going David? No, sorry. Do you know where you are going Abie?” she asks as David grabs a breakfast banana.
“Yes ma’am.”
“You know parking can be difficult downtown. Be sure to take quarters for the meter.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“And be sure to be yourself. I hope they are nice to you. You know how the media likes to spin things these days. I don’t think they are too liberal but don’t let them put words in your mouth. If they ask you something you don’t want to answer, you just say ‘No comment'. You just tell your story. You are a hero. And then you’ll meet with Fred, and then dinner at Pastor's. Be there at four. If it’s ok with you I’m going to bring the medal. Pastor will want to see it. He’s a big fan of Zelensky.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Ok. Enough doting. That’s all you’re getting out to me today. Are you excited? Isn’t this exciting? News Radio 950 is doing a story about you. They want to hear about their local war hero…and that’s you. Give me a hug and get going before you are late.”
“Yes ma’am.”
In his car, David listens to Domination by Pantera at full volume. The heavy riffs, screaming and terrifying drums raise his spirit. Bone used to play it all the time. David hasn’t prepared anything for save his memory of his time in Ukraine. Perhaps Bone is giving an interview somewhere? You didn’t do anything wrong, he tells himself as he opens the station’s door. Inside he finds an attractive, young woman named Sara who has been emailing him for the past several weeks.
“Nice to officially meet. Right this way.”
David does his best not to stare at her as she leads him through corridor of offices and hallways.
“She looks nice. Go into an office with her.” says Bone.
“We’ve all been looking forward to having a more in-depth conversation with you. Our programming producer, who is also named David, will be asking you most of the questions. But I begged him to let me ask some too, so you might say I will also be interviewing you. I hope that’s ok?”
Sara’s blonde hair folds into a neat part on the left side of her head. David pictures her styling it in her bathroom, in a bathrobe. It’s been a while since he has smelled perfume. He found a bottle in an abandoned apartment in Zaporizhzhia and kept it. It had some Chinese lettering he couldn’t read, but it smelt nice. Some of the guys teased him when they found it saying he was going to attract Russian because he smelt like an Asian. Sara’s perfume smells expensive and French. She introduces him to David the producer and the three of them find three seats on the end of a conference room table. Sara sits on the same side as David. After introductions, David starts the interview by saying even though he is not sure exactly when the piece will air, he is certain it will before the end of the month. He then adds something about how David is a hero for doing what he did.
“So tell us how you found yourself in Ukraine?”
“Well it was pretty easy really. I went online and volunteered for the IVB, that was the name of my unit, the International Volunteer Brigade. I don’t think I talked to a real person until I booked my flight to Poland. It was mostly just forms I was filling out online. So yeah it was pretty easy. So I landed in Krakow and my recruiter picked me up. I stayed in a hotel for a few days while we waited on a couple more guys to show up. One was from Spain, another from Portugal. The Portuguese guy never showed, or if he did he didn’t come with us. I guess he could have volunteered with another outfit. I guess that’s the thing about the war I didn’t really expect. We were always just kinda losing people. And I don’t mean they were killed, although a lot of them were. I mean guys would just be with you one minute and gone the next. And then you’d find them a week later and I go, ‘Where have you been?’ ‘Oh I’ve been in Dnipro’ or ‘Oh I got picked up by the Regs.’ It was crazy. The only place where that didn’t happen was the front.”
“Who do you mean by ‘the Regs?’” asks David.
“The regular army. The Ukrainians. The good guys we were there to help. Sometimes they would be short a man so they’d just nab one of the volunteers. That was a bad gig. The Ukrainians wanted their most motivated guys fighting in the worst places. I only had to do it a couple of times, but…it was not something I did and wanted to do again. ”
David rubs his hand over his arm. He can’t smell the hot blonde anymore, only trench dirt and gun oil. The soil of Donetsk had a deep brown color to it he always enjoyed. Even with snipers supposedly in the area, digging was one of his favorite jobs. The earth smelled vibrant, full of worms and nitrogen and reminded him of his granddad, coming in from a day of field work, his jeans and boots caked in a rich layer of his land.
“So tell us what is it like being a hometown celebrity?” asks Sara. “You’re from here so people already know you, but what’s it like now? I mean now, gosh, everyone i know has been talking about this kid from Highland who won a medal from Zelensky. Did you get to bring it by the way? You were on the national news. It was NBC, but still…”
A bouquet of scents and questions. David looks across the room and sees Bone sitting with a heavy slouch in a chair at the other end of the conference table. He looks rough; still alive but not by much. He sits holding his side, his chin on his chest.
“It’s neat I guess. I walk down the street and people call my name. I take lots of pictures with people. Everyone is really nice. I felt like I was kinda a wallflower before.It’s something I think lots of people think about experiencing. I know I did, I just never thought it would be for this.”
“What did you want to be when you were a boy?” asks Sara.
“I don’t know. The normal stuff; doctor, fireman, my Dad was in sales, so not that. I think about it a lot. I think mostly I just wanted to be good. I didn’t like getting into trouble.”
“Oh my gosh, I was the exact same.” says Sara. Then durning her boss she adds “David, I don’t know if you knew this about me and this David, but we actually went to Highland High at the same time. I was a senior when you would have been a freshman, but I swear I remember you. I thought you were cute.”
“Don’t be trying to steal my assistant Dave. Can I call you Dave?”
“David’s fine.”
Bone perks up and tells them to call him Abie
“Ok so let’s get back on track. You’re over there, you’re fighting Russians, you’re helping the Ukrainians, can you tell us, what was that like?”
“What is war like?”
“Yeah the war, but you’re doing a good thing. You volunteered to help an oppressed people, to fight against tyranny, something I think our listeners think our government should have done a long time ago. But while our President sits on his ass, you bravely go do the thing that needs be done. God it must have been exhilarating, but I don’t know, I don’t want to put words in your mouth.”
Bone lays his head back on the desk and says something David can’t quite make out but thinks he knows what his commander is saying.
“Meta.”
“What?” asks David.
“It’s a Ukrainian word I learned while over there. It means purpose, but more than just doing a job, it’s your calling. It’s a word the priests with the beards use a lot. Everyday I knew exactly what was expected of me and what I could expect from everyone around me. I had clarity for the first time in my life. I felt like I could see for miles in every direction, like sitting on the roof watching all the cars going by.”
Bone stands up out of his chair and walks out of the office.
“Even when I was scared I knew that was to be expected. And when I was tired, I knew that too was to be expected. And when I was hungry, and wet, and cold, and angry enough to kill. I knew that too was to be expected because war is a cauldron. Everything gets boiled into a singularity. It’s terrifying but also pretty damn motivating. What sucks is that I can already feel everything starting to get cloudy again.”
Leaning his belly against the table, David leans in to ask his next question as if he does not want to be heard.
“Did you, you know…and this will be off the record…did you kill anyone else?”
Sara places her empty hand on the table, an offering for David to hold should his answer prove too much. But David knows the answer is not too much for his has thought of little else.
“Nope. Just the one.”
After another few minutes of hearing how brave he has been, how proud his family must be and how grateful the station is to have him come in, the interview is over. The producer shakes David’s hand and Sara walks him out. She mentions that friends of her’s are going to a new bar in the Depot and suggests David should come too. He says he can come but it will be late because he has dinner plans. “That’s ok. I’ll be there pretty late.”
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Only a few blocks from the radio station, David pulls into a Waffle House parking lot. There is condensation on the windows of the building and cigarette butts near the door. Nothing here breathes well, David notes. Inside he finds his old sponsor sitting at booth by himself. David sees Fred before Fred sees him and for a moment considers leaving. However, he sees Bone sits in the corner of the restaurant, smiling and looking to flirt with a chubby waitress with grown sons.
“How the hell are you Abie?” says Fred. No turning back now.
“Sober for today.”
“Me too.”
The pair order eggs, toast and bacon. The cook makes each of them a waffle on the house after recognizing David. He finishes his plate before Fred can finish a piece of toast. Meals happen quick on the battlefield and David can’t seem to slow himself down long to enjoy his food. Bone is no longer in the corner. David sees him moving around the room; following an old lady into the restroom. He comes out with a grotesque look on his face. “That little woman took the biggest shit I’ve ever seen! Abie, come and look at it. It won’t flush. Call in a drone strike. We are going to have to pull back!”
“So” says Fred, “Mr. War Hero, how are you really? You’ve got recognition, a war recommendation, you’re doing interviews, you still got your sobriety. Life seems to be going well, but…”
“How I am really?” When he was in NA Fred could always sniff out if he was high. As his sponsor that was his job, but David never liked it. I know you say you’re fine, but how are your really. Effective, but crude. Fred taps his finger to the tip of his nose. Bingo kid. David looks around the room for Bone but doesn’t find him.
“I’m good man. Things are going well. Everyone always asks me how I’m doing, but I’m really fine. I honestly don’t feel much different than when I left. Same shit different day you know? Girls come up to me now, so that’s different I guess. So…yeah…things are good. Still sober. No real temptation to go back down that road. Been working the Steps since I got back. Doing the work. I didn’t even think about getting high when I was over there. I’m serious. Not once. I’ve got a therapist that I’m seeing. She’s really smart. And I get to see her for free. It’s part of some rehabilitation program from the federal government. I’m moving out of my Mom’s soon. I found an apartment through the church she goes to. There is a guy there who owns a bunch of places and he hooked me up with a really nice place for really cheap. He gave us a really good deal on it. The same guy said I could come work for him too when I felt I was ready. He has a real estate business and said he is always looking for new realtors. With my story, he told me, he thinks I could to really well.”
Bone sits in the booth next to Fred. His face his clean, empty. Without blinking, moving or saying anything he stares at David; human mirror he is unsure is alive or dead, in a Waffle House in Florida or an expensive dirty tank in Ukraine.
“But then I think, do I really wanna use my story to sell real estate? Some douchebag buys an apartment I’m selling him because I killed a Russian general. That’s not why I went over there. And who would even ask me to that? They don’t know what it was like. They make it seem like going over there was no big deal, that killing generals is something that happens all the time, or that the war is going well. Really man, I got so lucky with that shot. I’ve had trained snipers tell me they probably couldn’t hit a target at that range. But I did. I did that and I know I could never do it again. Even if I could, I don’t know if I’d want to. I didn’t know that guy. I mean I now know a bunch of stuff about him, but it’s only what I’ve been told. They told me that he supported Putin from the beginning and that a lot of the war planning was his idea. Ok. If you say so Bone. But I looked this guy up, he has a wikipedia page, and a wife, and kids, probably grandkids. I don’t know if his family is proud of him or not, but I know they will never see him again. And then just the charade of it all. So I got to meet the Ukrainian War Minister, Zelensky’s right hand man. Still not worth it. There’s just nothing noble or romantic about it. It’s all just a cold, black hole that runs on death and killing and for some reason you have to look at it…at least I do. I suppose I thought at some point I would see something. Never did though.”
Bone breaks his stare and cracks a smile.
“And for who, for what Fred? What is going to happen when all of this is over other than the same thing that happens after every war. A cabal of erudite assholes are going to meet in an overly secure room in the Netherlands and draw a new line in between Ukraine and Russia which is exactly what those same assholes did seventy years ago, and seventy years before that, and in seventy years we’ll do the same thing all over again. Wash, rinse and repeat. That line makes about as much sense as the first day of Spring. Sure, there is an official first day of Spring, March 20th or whatever, but we all know that there was some really warm days before the 20th and there is going to be some real cold days afterwards. But the 20th is the official day. It doesn’t make Spring happen. It just kinda helps sense out of a blurry situation. It wasn’t two days after getting there I realized the whole thing is so complicated. Half the regs were guys who had either lived in Russia at some point, gone to school there mostly, or had family living there. It felt like trying to break up a fight at a family reunion, only everyone is holding ARs as they argue about whether or not the 20th is the first day of Spring. The conflict goes back so far you can’t make out the start. And the profiteering my god, that’s what really gets me. Just like that asshole who wants to use the war to sell real estate, all the arms manufacturers who are pouring guns and bullets and tanks into Ukraine, propping this war machine so they can win another government contract. It’s sick. The people running those companies have the first available seat in hell. And Putin too. He started this whole mess. First him, then a nice row of CEOs and shareholders, that’s who I want to in hell. And there is never talk of any alternative. None. Not even a whisper. Just two sides trying to exhaust the other for a better seat at the bargaining table.”
Bone gets up to leave, but not before stretching his back, revealing a large, dark red stain in his uniform, just above his waist line.
“So here I am in all my hometown glory.” says David, “The renown Prince of the Order of the Ukrainian Shit-Show.”
There is a wet spot on David’s pants which he is not sure how it got there. He looks at Bone who is already out the door and running down the street. It’s ok, David thinks to himself, I know where he is going. ———————————————— At the 7-11 next to Waffle House David buys two tall boys and two shots of Jack. He pours the whiskey into the cans and kills the second one as he pulls into Pastor’s driveway where several Mercedes, Teslas and BMWs are parked. David clears his throat, spits into the bushes and unwraps a stick of gum. He enters the house after two hard knocks.
“Oh I think that is him.” David hears his mom say after shutting the large, dark front door. She comes around the corner of the corridor to tell him he is late and to take his shoes off.
“But my socks don’t match.”
“Well take those off too! Pastor just put down new carpet.”
“Ah well, since there is new carpet involved. Let’s not walk on the new carpet.”
The rest of the dinner party comes around the corridor in their socks. Each of them personally thanks David for coming and for his service. The men shake his hand. The women all give him hugs. By the end of introductions David has met two bankers, two retirees, and handful of housewives, as well as two more pastors and their wives. Bone is the last to shake his hand. He tells Abie he smells like old lady perfume. Elenor, Pastor’s wife, takes David’s arm, sliding her’s underneath his, leading him into their recently renovated kitchen. The rest of the group follows.
“Well dinner is almost ready. As we wait, why don’t you tell us about Ukraine.”
“Leave him alone Ellie,” says Pastor, “maybe he’s tired of talking about it.”
“I don’t mind.” says Abie. “I don’t mind telling people about blowing some Russian guy’s head off.”
“David Absalom!”
“It’s ok Mom. Yeah so I saw this column of tanks approaching our trench, which ran parallel to this road running west outta Horlivka. I don’t think they knew it was there, or if they did know, they sure as shit didn’t know we were in it, which was weird because we’d been trading fire with them all day. We were all scared shitless. It was only me and Jizzy and Bone. Right Bone? Oh yeah, it wasn’t Jizz it was that kid from Croatia. The one who fucking just ran off one day. I don’t remember his name. Anyways, Bone tells us to all be real still, play like we are dead. So this entire tank column passes by us. Takes for fucking ever. Couldn’t have been more than an hour, but it felt like ten. Finally it starts to let up you know, the last tank passes. So Bone takes the radio and tries to find a spot to call it in. As he is doing that I see the last tank, which was what Bone, about four hundred yards from us? Anyway, he comes to a stop, and out pops the unluckiest son of bitch in the whole war. The General gets out to take a piss, I take aim, figuring I’ll just scare him. And yeah. Bam. Headshot. He didn’t feel a thing; killed him with his dick in his hand. Speaking of which…if you will excuse me.”
“The bathroom is back down the hallway, first door on your left.” says Pastor.
“Is it a full bath?” ask Abie.
“Three-quarter.”
“Close enough.”
No one looks him in the eye, no one except Bone and Pastor. The bathroom has been redone in the same tile as the kitchen. David takes off his clothes, turns the steel knob in the shower to red, sits one floor and waits for the water to get warm.

To preface, I truly don’t intend to glorify meth. Though, the combination with charging is extremely poetic and impossible to negate the spiritual ramifications of such a demonic cataclysm. The following story is what you make of it; I am emotionally detached to the best of my ability, is what it is. This was amidst the crescendo of my tolerance, about 3 weeks into a 5 year relapse (this February), and does not nearly reflect the soul crushing dissatisfaction and boredom that eventually rises from such a substantial substance reliance. I’m two months clean and unable to sympathize with my past self despite the clarity of my recollection, most of it is a nightmare beyond the confines of my comprehension.
I had returned from Big Sur, CA after having the fabric of my ego dismantled from 7g’s of magic mushrooms and overcoming the fear of surfing completely alone for days on end. The escalating infatuation with balls to the wall meth n gambling retardation appeared to be setting with the sun. But re-ignition of my capitalist n criminal intentions, the dismal nature of Los Angeles, and loneliness compelled me to rail lines n chain smoke American Spirits in a casino parking lot quicker than I’d like to admit. Though the submission to weakness was arduous nonetheless if you believe me. I had been bestowed the most metaphysically sanctifying experience I can comprehend through finding purpose from the ocean and accepting what is beyond my control physically isolated from my interpersonal weaknesses, yet the fragile nature of my consciousness was no match for the cosmic wrath of premeditated self destruction n mothafuckin methamphetamine.
I was ruminating in my new Tesla, which defined far too of much of my self worth, ironically listening to Bach’s Cello Suites in the Commerce Casino parking lot after winning 10kish in poker at 4:20 am giggling about 4:20 and the absurd nature of things. Then a swipe or two to MagicSeaweed and a sudden gust of meth fueled hotdiggity had me flooring 110mph down the 110 to Palos Verdes Cove for this optimal direction and period.
I arrived to packed, double OH Indicators (perfect left on south end of cove) blasting 2pac and after a one last lucky inhalation of crystal comradery at the crest of dusk, I made the conscious effort to detach from any semblance of the compromising fear and conceptualize my incoming journey in a glorified fashion. It’s a gnarly break that was going off and all the hardcore fuckers inevitably out there evoked an ominous sense of inadequacy while waxing thy holy 7’6 gun; fortunately, I distinctly recall laughing at my pathetic need for attention and allocating the dissonance to gratefulness. It was time.
With my empathy and suspension of disbelief impaired, the brisk kilometer walk to the break conjured a narcissistic variant of myself infatuated with dominating the line up. I envisioned hypothetical, sarcastic retorts to the trust fund, gate keeping faggots (is a break localized by the extremely wealthy) unable to stay silent to a snaking demon like myself and ultimately deduced that silence was the most compelling expression of indifference; I can very much see it now, navigating the stone labyrinth and comparing them with obscure analogies of the mediocrity in giving a sliver of any fuckin fuck what any fucker out there thought of me. Every subtle element of the surrounding beauty and my own dissatisfactions projected a surprisingly sustainable and callous reflection within - though fundamentally rooted in much of which I despise about myself.
I effortlessly receded from the bowels of my Machiavellian cuckery and made small talk with felllas also putting their wetsuits on; from diabolically sublime obsession to selfless expression with random dudes which I felt meant nothing, silly goose. Though the advancement into the channel illustrated a baptism of sorts that was capable of eradicating any transgression eating away at me. Even now, cleaner than a Mormon, that initial amelioration is more than capable of exposing the true intentions within. No single step will mean more than my next into the ocean… And thus, my expedition rooted in unsustainable self grandiosity and vain rationalization of realization had begun; my brittle n sleep deprived physical self was about to score his waves of the winter and I wasn’t ready. Yet when are you ever for such a pivotal moment?
To be continued…

Hey everyone, I’m on week 4 of Noom and have a question about calories. The calorie range seems quite high. I’ve used MyFitnessPal in the past and had success with weight loss, and it typically has my calories set around 1900 each day. Zoom has me set at 2450 at the lower side of my weight loss zone. So far in week 1 I lost 5 lbs, then gained it back and have bounced back and forth in that 5 lbs zone since then. Does this seem similar to anyone else’s experience? For reference I’m currently running 15-20 miles a week. Thanks!

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The name of the manga is ABOVE , is the history of a common person who is in fact the new god, in this world heroes are common sense
people with tipes of power,and in this world there gods with limeted life but powers beyond reality, these gods die and a new god comes
(but no one knows about this god stuff or even the existence of them) this god wich is the protagonist Riku (a common teenager)live in our modern world
and decided to live a normal life he works in a litlle shop (called the bet shop)every day not usisng his powers for combat vilains or became rich because
he thinks is wrong to interview in life with powers.
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The manga start in a comon day where Riku is loking at the clock at 6:37 pm with no
willing to go to work strugling to leave to bed,thinking with himself how lame is a job where you star at 7:00 pm and ends at 6:00 am,
he lives 1 mile from the bet shop so he doesnt bother thath much,after he get ready he have 15 minutes with is enought, steping out he start his routine of patting
cats on the way ,wihtout notice he arrived at bet shop, exactly 13 second before 7 oclock,he meet with his friend jun with work in the shop form 10:am to 7:00 pm,
-Jun:again?! hou do you do this? i know you don't carry any clock or cellphone,how do you come everyday wtih 20 or less seconds for change and never get late?
-Riku: dont know either, i just walk.
-After changing Jun talk about the broken door in the back,he said he spoke to the owner early that day ,and the owner says to let it
till tomorrow then the owner will fix it,after talk of some heroes he saw on televison today,the sky starts to get dark Jun say goodbye and go home;Riku works thinking in fix the door,
but he decited to do not since the problem will be solved naturally tomorrow,after 5:45 the owner son michi came in the shop, he works from 6:00 to 10:00,
after change Riku tell about the door in the back, and michi tell he's already knows about it,michi doesn't like to talk, since he's owner son he just do the 4 hour change
as a favor and don't like care for symphatize,Riku goes home ,tired he start to think about use his power to change his life,but like every day he decidet to do not,
before get home Riku sees something in a straight alley at his left side,since he's less than 5 minutes from his house he fell the need to verify,
after he turn a corner he see, an strong humanoid creature with a bronw aura coming out of his body, the crature have killed 2 heroes in that alley,their bodyes were smashed in the wall,
after the creature see Riku he ask;
-Creature:A common human,looks like the luck wasn't with you today.
The creature atepmt to smash riku's body but he just teleport the creature 30 miles away on
a empty field.
-Riku:I don't want to do this,every life is important even yours, and im not a hero either,hope he does not come back.
-Riku start to go back to his way to home,but as he walk of the alley two thieves aproach him,both are hold knives,Riku know they dindt'kill anybody,since he's not carryng nothing important just
some chips, so he decided to give the his things,the thieves surprisingly are very polite.
-Chivo:Thanks for your cooperation is really hard to rob someone this days with all those heros and those strange villains.
-But unfortunately for Chivo an heroine fall from the sky, Alicia "The White Heroin" wearing an silver armor whit a blade.
-Alicia:I hope as civilized citizens you two woldn't fitgh for a bag of chips.
-Chivo let the bags in the floors as soon he and his brother stars running screaming:THIS COUNTRY SUCKS.
-Alicia:here your bags beter go home now there is a villain around here,in fact a dangerous one.
-Riku thanked for the warning as she start running,riku finally are in home he goes staight to bed since the day was exaustive,he think about the creature he send away,
knowing that if he dind't teleport that thing both the two polite thieves and that gentle heroin would be dead by now,even thoutg he don't like to use his powers he understand is was necessary.
Riku was starting to sleep when he hear a giant noise,he look trought the window and see a big destruction,since he lives alone he doesn't have to worry about parents, so he start to run to the shelters
made in case of a villain attack as any peson do,but in the way to the shelters he sees a lot of houses that have been destoyed from stones that flyed
all the way here,as soon he notices a lot of people smashed by the rock and under the houses,he start to freeze for a moment but understand that even if he want he couldn't bring them back,he just say sorry and
return running,he rund a mile in 7 minutes and the explosiond don't stop ,Riku stop and look around,there 5 miles to the near shelter,running he woldn't make there so he decides to teleport from outside the city and
wait for the herous to solve the problem,as soon he look to outside city direction to focus he's teleport he see Jun his friend with more than half of his body smashed by a stone,he remenber the days Jun stay 1 or 2 hour more in the shop just talking to him
about heroues girls and the future,Riku consider him a precious friend,he see Jun's mother an father trying to save him even he is already dead,as aanother cok fall from the sky smashing them,Riku saw it and
lose his stregth for a moment falling on his knees, he just cry there for a second hearing stones falling from the sky,he rembember why he desn't use his powers,why he value life so much;
-Riku when was a child,have a family,a syster named Hina a mother Himari and his father kenzo,they were happy, none of them have powers,then riku start to dyscover his powers,when playing on the grass riku stops to rest under a tree,
Riku was thirsty so he start to remeber when he drink water with his hand from a river,for some reason at that moment Riku start to feel somenthing falling on his legs,when he look there's water coming from his hand,
he start to drink it till he's satisfyed,then the water end,as he come back to play his friends ask where he found water,he smile and say he's just sweating,
when he get home he come to his father an say he have powers,Kenzo ask why he think he have powers, he explain that he make water out nowere,Riku star to imagine again and in front of him water start to come from his hand,
Kenzo look terrifyed to him an scream to Riku to stop,Riku get scared,Kenzo calm down and and apologyze for screaming and say it's okay,just don't do that anymore,Kenzo take Riku to the room where himari and hina were,himari ask wath was that scream as Kenzo start to explain,
himari star to get worry,the fact is that powers is a rare thing,and for use them properly to the good of humanity those who were born in poor familyes are removed from them by the government,only the rich families could stay with them since they have the structure to create them properly,
they start to get worry thinking about what could hapen with Riku if the government discover about him,and they start to discuss about it,Riku who was starting to discover his powers dindt' understand anithyng,he star to feel what other people were feeling,thei rage,sadness,pain,
Riku dind't like that, so he wonder if he could make them happy,Riku start to imagine his good moments with his family ,and think "be happy",as soon as he thinks this they silence start,Kenzo Himari and Hina fall in the ground, Riku dind't understand in tha moment,but his powers can't change peoples
feeling or bring them to life,he could heal wounds,but his power can't give life,only take them, he fall on his knees feeling the death of his loved ones,the police arrived later after a neighbor talk about some stange noise,Riku was taken to the FFC buylding (Federal Force Control),
there Riku was hearing so many voices so many thoutghs thas he could't speak,then he was tied and blindfolded,he recieve an injection direct in the spine, due to the giant pain he start to scream and fade out,when he wake up, he was in a room sitting on a chair in front of a table with an old man
sitting in front of him,he offer a cake coffe and some biscuits,confused Riku started to eat as he finish he start to cry remembering all that hapenned,the odl man start to talk.
-FFC Agent:So your name is Riku,im sorry for what hapenned but i need to be clar,you killed both your fathers and your litlle siter,we don't know what is your abillity we believe that was somethin as a heart stroke,i believe you remeber the pain in your back,
if you touch you will fell now,it was a fuild made to stop the evolving of powers,we decided that your power was dangerous for you and the ones near you,we found a new city for you,you gonna live alone but your food and all your needs will be provided till you can provide yourself,the only thing tath i could arrange for your to carry was your name,
im sorry for you ,i hope you still could have a good life.
-the old man in fact was terrorized to see such a thing happen to a little child, but still he have to do what he's got to do.
-Riku grow alone,later he start to recieve the memories of the past gods and understand his powers,Riku ask them why he gotta to suffer that,why him,but no response came back,Riku swore to never interview in life with his powers if he could.
-Back to the present,Riku start to stand and decide to stopthat destruction,he flied next to the batlle and lands in the top of a building,he took a hooded jacket from a market,as soon as he arrive he see that the batlle is almost over,there dead heroes all over the place,the center who have over 100 buildings,was left with 3 building standintg,
riku see the 2 heroes left up confronting the villain,riku lend in the gournd and star to walk in their direction,and he see,the heroin from early was passed out , adn a hero stantidg,Agron a hero that fitgh using metal and stones around as armor,he could barely wald with some little pieces of armor most of his body was exposed,he got hit for something and flyes 50 meters away,Riku
know he dind't die,he dind't feel any death,then Riku finally see the villain who detroy the whole city and defeat over 30 powerfull heroes and kill at least 24 of them,Riku freezes when he see that the villain who make all that was the creature he send away early,AS the creature start to aproach Alicia,Riku apears in front of him,he see from the memory from the older gods,that creature was create by one of them,
Serpio,Serpio had a unique skill as a god to give tremendous power to a creature and transform himnhe take a tiger on a forest a give him conscience and a tremendous power,one of his great creations,Farzthec know for the humanity as Crawler "The Beast" one of the 3 natural dysasters.
-Crawler:You again?! Look like i will have my revenge,you run away is a thing,but i dind't enjoy the ride,there is more that i can say for tha way back,but since you pissed me off wath is your name so i can at least fell some pleasure doindg this.
-Riku:Farztech,go away,tihs is enough.
-Crawler:What,who are you?how do you know my name.
-Riku:You take so many lifes,all of them was important,even your life is important,but i can't let this continues,i don't wanna kill you,so go away.
-Crawler start to grow up while screamig in rage.
-Crawler:You?! a mere human,how could you even scratch me,i will detroy this city i will destroy you,i will detroy everifing.
-Riku:Then you leave me no choice
-Alicia start to wake up and see that 10 meters creature in front of a boy with a hood,without streght event to move she tryes to save him,she tryed to talk run away, but the voice didn't come out,Crawler start to preparate a punch,when he start to trow that puns inthe way so many dust was pushed thas was't possible to see nothing,when the dust goes away Alicia see that the creature disapeared,and the boy with the jacket where standing the,
when Crawler noticed he had delyevered such a stong punch that all the giel in the area go cleaned,when he take his hand back he see that Riku was still there,and the ground around him wasn't destroyed,but he was sure that he hit the gorund,he trow another punc direct to him,Crawler see the ground destroyed but the ground come back to what it was, Crawler start to get confused he saw the groud destroyed and saw in be restored,he start tras talking.
-Crawler:What is this?! Your grat power is fix things,is that how you gonna kill me?
-Riku:In fact you dind't understand nothing,i don't wan't to kill you,i want to stop the killing,the fact is that im porwerfull enoght to do things my way.
-Crawler:WHO ARE YOU?
-Riku:I already said,it doesn't matter,i will not kill you,and you will not kill no one anymore,i removed a tenth of a second from the time and locked you here,you can detroy much as you can this wolrd will come back to the state it was in that second,we will not meet again.
-Crawler:BASTARD!!!
-Riku came back to the real world and start to look to a line with 5 spheres floating near it,he thinks with himself(there five of seconds removed from timeline,some god must have removed four creatures from the timeline,but i don't have this memory,theyre extending those seconds,some day they might be able to come back,i wonder how such four powerfull creatures exist),
-Riku:Well is time to go home,or to the shelter since my house doesn't exist anymore,there a hero coming in,the litgh one,look like he"s gonna stay with the credit.
-Riku thows a giant blast of white energy towards the sky and teleport to the closer shelter,the litgh hero Radiant arrived in.
-Radiant:I saw a great litgh and the monter is not here,who did such a thing,look like i have tothink about that later,i should take care of this heroes ,at least the onde who still alive.
-Riku take off the hood and look to the sun finally rising in the sky,thinking,if i was not here,or decided to do nothing how would it end?!.
END episode 1
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Ps:Im nog good with singals and points,if someone can help correcting i apreciate.