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This has been baffling me for so long and I'm beginning to suspect that the police are in on the operation that happens at literally all hours of the day and night just down from where I used to live, I still regularly visit the area due to family.
This house on the street is known colloquially as the "drug dealers house" and has been for over 15 years now apparently (I only lived there for a year). It is 200 metres from the towns police station and it is about 80 metres you would have to travel from the police station to have a view of the house, if that makes sense.
Countless cars every single day pull up, knock on the door, and are handed something from a narrowly opened door before the door swiftly closes and the visitors make themselves scarce.
But I'm now taking a particular interest because I recently personally witnessed what I can only assume were mules: 2 children between the ages of 12-14 go up to the door and, again, hastily be passed something from a barely-open door. This made me feel absolutely sick and I considered reporting it as the 2 boys walked towards the police station, the only reason I didn't was because I was the only other guy around at all and they saw which house I exited and I had my son in his pram.
I am told that the house has been "raided" 3 times and they've come up with nothing every time. So surely there must be a mole or the dealers are extremely careful/competent?

•Species: feline • Age: around 8 or 9 • Sex/Neuter status: male neutered • Breed: half Siamese/half DSH • Body weight: 15 lbs • History: outdoor cat for 8 years before we adopted him from a neighbor and kept him indoors for the last 8 months, hit by car in 2020 and recovered • Clinical signs: fracture on left hind metatarsus, lethargy, not eating or drinking, sudden eye color change • Duration: 4 days • Your general location: western Washington • Links to test results, vet reports, X-rays etc.
On Friday evening we realized our cat had not eaten all day and found him hiding. He was not moving well so we brought him for his first ER visit. They did a full blood panel and said everything was normal. On an X-ray they discovered he had a possible fracture on his left hind metatarsus. He was sent home with pain medication.
All of Saturday he was lethargic and not moving. He would not eat, drink, or move. Two times he limped to his litterbox and was unable to get out so he laid down in it and we moved him back to his bed.
Sunday morning he still had not eaten or drank anything. He was severely dehydrated so I brought him to a different er. They found he had congestion and a fever of 104 and would not use either of his hind legs. They looked at the blood panel from Friday and confirmed everything was normal but he had high blood sugar around 250. They rechecked his blood sugar levels and they were normal on Sunday so it was assumed that it was due to stress. He was given antibiotics for the congestion, an appetite stimulant, and IV fluids.
By Monday morning he had gone downhill even more and now could no longer use the litter box so he was urinating on himself and bed. His eyes are normally a pale blue but one had suddenly changed to a sickly green color. We decided to put him down at this point as he had completely lost all life in him and seemed to be waiting to die and was again severely dehydrated.
Does anyone have any ideas as to what could’ve happened to our cat?

So I have an mg zs excite entry model 2021. I was using a dc fast charger. Was on 28kwh came back hour n half later and was fully charged however the charger was pulled out my car and in somebody else’s. Is there any way to manage this so I can pickup my car asap once charged so the app updates its vacancy rather than someone checking manually at the charger and pulling it out my car as it may have fully charged long before

Holy crap I honestly just wanna die, I'm tired of dealing with this (not in a suicidal way but just like I need a break). My mom hates me at this point. I'll give the whole backstory so this'll be a long post. Here is where the actual question is and info on that: paragraph 6 and on
Growing up my father was a narc and was very emotionally, physically and sexually abusive with me. He left when I was 13 and because of the way he was, my mom was perfect compared to that. But now I realize you can be better than someone without being good. That's my mom. She's way better than him, but that doesn't mean she is what people would consider a good parent.
My mom used to hit me a bunch, but it was always justified as me not listening to all the warnings and she had no other choice. So I'm like oh, ok, I guess I suck. My mom found out abt the sexual abuse in October and even now she still says I'm just like my father (which hurts so much in the first place, but now she's literally saying that I'm the same as someone who sexually abuses children). When I was 15 I was self harming cause I wasn't allowed therapy and I had trauma nightmares every night to the point that I barely slept, I lived with my grandparents, like life was really hard at the time and I had no one to talk to and that was a way I could get out my emotions. At 16 I told my mom and she said that no one will sleep with me and then she walked away. That hurt so much and she never apologized.
Last night we were fighting and she said she's never been hurt this much in her life (I was slow to help clean up a small flood and it was my birthday so I had a friend over or dinner. I came upstairs and said 'I cannot believe her. Like I just am so done. I'm not even hungry anymore so now my whole birthday dinner is ruined (that I made) and she's worried about being 30 minutes late to see her bf (long term and he's always late so it's not a big deal) and eat her dinner when my birthday is a bit ruined'). She asked me what I'd do if roles were reversed and I was trying to come up with an excuse but I couldn't so I said 'I'd be sad and then let it go' and she got mad. I said that she's hurt me way more before, she said if I don't have an example then I'm lying. I mentioned the sh thing and she was like 'ok I'm sorry if I said that'. Yay. Then today she said 'Like I know I'm not the best parent, but I try my best. Even with the sh thing like I've never dealt with that before so obviously I didn't know how to react (I think saying no one will have sex with you is something you avoid saying in this situation) and like how was I supposed to react when I found out you were cutting your thigh for pleasure. Like I never knew you were just cutting yourself for fun. And so that hurt a bunch too cause she said that it was just fun, like yes, I love having scars all over my thigh and being stressed to wear swim suits! That is so fun!
So yeah, still not really saying sorry. And so yesterday she was saying how she just wants me out, she can't live with me anymore, she's so close to kicking me out, like she wants to just kick me out. I said 'can I have a max of 5 more months? I can apply to -- and move there by the end of summer' and then she got so mad saying she bought this house for me, she bought me a car, she works so hard cause this is where I said I wanna go to school (I never wanted to go to school here, she kept pushing me and this whole time I've been coming up with other schools to go to. I never wanted a car, since I was a child I wanted to buy my own first car cause it's a pride thing and so I kept saying I'll just take the bus but she didn't feel safe with that.) And so then I packed a bag to stay with a friend last night. but 4 hours later at 9 my mom asked me to come home so I did.
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Now she's saying that I'm not a bad person at all, we all do bad things but one thing doesn't define us after she literally said I'm just like my father and she's never been hurt this bad in her whole life. She's like 'if you wanna move away for school then go for it, I just want you to be happy, like we can figure this out!'
But my issue is that my current school is a shit school. The only other schools I can afford (in terms of rent) are shit schools. Otherwise I can only go to Toronto and that's too expensive cause rent for a room is usually $1000-1200 a month and that's just not possible for me. Ottawa is $600-700 utilities included. Uottawa is a good school, but I'm in Social work and they only offer it in French which I don't speak. So I only have Carleton (if you know the school) and that's similar ranking to my current school. Plus right now I'm already accepted to social work at my current school, but at any other schools the deadline passed so I'd have to do honours psych for the first year, hope my grades are good enough to then get into social work for the second year.
So it doesn't make a lot of sense but I also think I need to get away from my mom but then I feel really bad and I'm so confused. This whole thing is so confusing and like idk if she supports me. If I leave she'll likely never speak to me again and idk if that's good or bad and idk what to do and I'm so confused. Like she pretty much kicked me out but then when I actually left she started apologizing and wanted me back and now I'm getting convinced that I'm a horrible person and I am just like my dad and I suck and I'm conceited and manipulative and I don't know what to do so please give me advice.
I'm sobbing while writing this so sorry if it doesn't read the best.

Due to an upgrade I am selling the below left over parts. None of them have seen extensive use since due to lockdown abroad, I couldn't use them for long periods of time so they are hardly used but properly benchmarked and tested.
The timestamp pictures show them all assembled together but obviously can be sold separately. The prices are taken from Ebay listings but I am open to suggestions.
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Item Name: CPU: Intel(R) Core(TM) i7-8700K CPU @ 3.70GHz, 3696 Mhz, 6 Core(s), 12 Logical Processor(s) - £60
Item Name: RAM: Corsair Vengeance LPX DDR4 3200 C16 2x8GB - £20
Item Name: Asus ROG MAXIMUS X HERO Intel Z370 ATX gaming motherboard with Aura Sync RGB LEDs,DDR4 4133MHz, dual M.2 and USB 3.1 Gen 2 - £150
Item Name: CPU Fan: Noctua NH-D15 Premium CPU Cooler with 2x NF-A15 PWM 140mm Fans - £70
Item Name: PSU :Corsair CX750 75-001447 750 Watt Power Supply - £30
Condition: Hardly used
Timestamps: https://imgur.com/a/aBfBNfV
Postage and Payment: Based in Manchester, face to face or sending with the buyer covering costs, preferably cash or Paypal for payment.

I’ve only had Hondas and Toyotas. I’m a stickler for highly reliable & low maintenance cars. I never thought I would part from these two brands, especially Toyota…but I’ve fallen in love with the technology that’s in the Palisade. But I keep asking myself is it worth sacrificing reliability & quality?
I’ve heard Hyundai’s are good for a few years but then problems often arise several years later, making them not good long term cars. Does anyone have thoughts and/or experiences they’re willing to share?

I’m trying to remember which corps had a show some time in the 2000’s which featured the color guard using the various parts of a car. I remember one member wearing a car door using a drum carrier. They would assemble the pieces of the car and then it exploded outwards into pieces again. At least one part was on a long pole I believe.

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A rule breaking truck driver takes a forbidden detour.
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Don't Feed the Pumpkins
I'm typing this as a record of what has happened to me. If someone should find me out here, where ever here is, this is what happened and who is responsible. Also, out of the dozens of vehicles bogged down in this field, mine is the Blue Jay 2013 Freight Liner. If I should die and it is recoverable, it should go to my son, John Grainger in Antioch, Illinois.
I left Litchfield Illinois around 2pm on Halloween with a last-minute load of pumpkins destined for the Antioch Walmart. Despite the fact I was once that told Illinois is the #1 pumpkin producer in the country the itself state appears to be in the midst of a shortage. I was due in about 8pm, but I was trying get in by 6pm and after unloading, I was going to visit my wife Carly and my son for Halloween. It was going to be the first Halloween in my son's life that I was going to be there for trick o treating. My wife was making a big deal out of it and John was 10 now, so, she said he would be “scarred with disappointment” if I didn't show now. So, I probably should have gotten better sleep the night before and sue me, I was gear jamming and popping go-pills like popcorn. Don't look down on me, don't be fooled, this is just the nature of the trucking industry. Everyone does it and I'm not afraid to tell it like it is.
Just after Normal on 39 I hit a wall of traffic. I could hear on the CB that there is a hazmat incident up ahead and they require special teams to clear it off. I, like the other truckers, get to gabbing on the radio, looking for shortcuts. To my surprise, after scrutinizing this route several times before, I was informed about a “gutshot” shortcut just ahead that could get in me into my destination at least an hour earlier, even with the fact I had sat in the backup for at least 45 minutes at this point. A second comrade in gears piped in and stated that the shortcut was closed. The first driver contradicted him and stated, he had used it two weeks ago, it was wide open country land you could go 70 the whole way, and the only town along the way had burned down in an industrial accident 30 years ago. The second trucker chimed in again. He said it was closed for tonight and only tonight and not to use it. I disregarded the second trucker, exited the interstate and followed the directions of the first trucker.
Well, Carly, you always said it would be this way. You always said, I needed to learn how to follow directions to not cut so many damn corners all the time. You always told me didn't put in the work, and the funny thing is, for the first time, on this drive, get there, I did. Sure, I cut all the corners, but I wanted to to put in the work. But you're right, I never put a second of effort in, and if this is how it ends, I suppose you're right, I never will. But I guess, one way or another, you're getting what you've wanted, what you text me, what you don't tell me about, and what I didn't care about. I was coming home for him and damn it, I know it won't hold up in court but I want my boy to get the damn truck!
Anyway, I found the road, 2 lanes clear to the sky, surrounded by corn and then pumpkin fields forever. My straight shot, I pushed 80 the whole way flying on cracked asphalt, diesel, and go-pills. Ahead, there were barricades and I applied the brakes and barely stopped in time. I got out and saw they were chained up with a padlock to concrete posts in the ground. In theory, I could blast through them but I would sustain serious damage. The ground was a bit wet so I didn't think I could cross the ditch and field and not get stuck either. The barricades were not official in the least. They had a sign on them made out of it mailbox stick-on letters which said: “Do Not Feed The Pumpkins”. As far as I could see from my cab and binoculars, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the damn road. I said hell and I knew it would take hours to reverse course and get back in time – in time to even unload much less make it in time to go trick o treating.
And I said it wasn't worth it. I didn't bother to call. I'd just show up now. Because it wasn't my fault. So I started back, turning around with great difficulty. I traveled back 2 miles and saw small signs for a rest area. I must have missed it the first time, too deep into the zone I suppose now. I needed to pee and probably eat a bit before starting a roundabout way back, so I stopped. It was a little old 2 story joint with a small dinner on the 1st level and looked like 4 or 5 small motel rooms on top and oddly an outhouse for a restroom. I want to emphasize the outhouse because that is how you'll find and catch this guy, the guy who did this to me. It was Bill Shaw of Shaw's Shack, who did this to me. It had a sign with the building, it too was made of stick-on letters and vaguely resembled a huge ransom note. It read “Yes! We are open! We are the only rest area for 67 miles and 1 of 2 “tombstones” for the late great town of Pumpkin Grove Illinois – the former pumpkin capital of Illinois. Ask Your host, Bill Shaw about the Pumpkin-beef-bean stew!
The parking lot had three vehicles in it, not including my own, a silver Prius, a grand cheeroke with wood panels, and an older model chevy pick up truck. I went inside. The dinner was small, set in a rustic décor with old license plates nailed to the walls. The cafe had eight counter seats and two smaller tables near the two windows. There were two witnesses to what happened that night, to what Bill Shaw did – at least partial witnesses. There was the older man with stringy white hair and octagonal glasses – unfortunately, I didn't get his name. There was that irritating millennial – All I remember is the metal crap in her ears and lip. Hell, if I die and John starts ever pulling that crap, I'll come back and haunt the crap out of both of you. Anyway, now, I wish I could remember their names or something else about them to put here. I didn't care about either one of them enough to remember.
I guess that goes for Shaw too. He was a bit taller as sometimes I couldn't see his face while sitting at the counter because of the low lights in the ceiling blocking his face. He had gray hair. Hell. That's it. Anyway, the old man said he was part of a historical society, said he spent the better part of his past two years tracking down anyone or anything about Pumpkin Grove. The college student – of course – it was college student said she was from the school newspaper, looking for a spooky story. When she asked me where I was from, I didn't respond.
Shaw came from the kitchen with two big bowls of the famous Pumpkin-beef-bean stew for first two. He seemed taken back by my presence for a bit before saying “howdy” and trying to get real friendly with me. He asked what media I was from. I told him I wasn't from no media and I was trying to get through the barricade up ahead. Neither of the other two seemed to know about the barricade. Shaw said he didn't know anything about it either. I was suspicious of him then because of the lettering on the signs. But I didn't push it. I wanted to eat and he said my choice was the stew or stew. So the stew seemed fine. He said he wished he had more time to chat with me but he promised to tell the story of Pumpkin Grove to the two others but I was welcome to listen and ask questions. I didn't say it but I couldn't care less, I was going no where fast and I needed to eat.
He started off by saying he and his wife are among a handful of survivors of the fire that consumed the town of Pumpkin Grove some 30 years ago on Halloween night. Then his story descended into a cross between a rambling fading nightmare and a ghost story. He said, without hesitation, fear of consequence or remorse that he was accessory to a murder in his childhood. Specifically, some 40 years ago, again on Halloween, he was friends with a small group of young men including one named Donnie, who was a little slow and had a slightly misshaped head. He was picked on a lot by the Gerst Brothers, notorious town bullies and teenage thugs of a bad seed thanks to their neglectful alcoholic single father. Long story short, he said, the Gerst Brothers lured Donnie, himself and another 2 boys out to a pumpkin field where they gave back Donnie's missing dog. Apparently they kidnapped the dog and wrapped every inch of it in duct tape a few days ago. They watched us try to peel and pull the duct tape off while the weakened, hungry, and thirsty dog whimpered away its last in the field. Unbeknownst to any of us, Donnie had a pocket knife and he lost it as the Gerst Brothers cackled around him and the dead dog. He leaped up as they laughed and sliced the vein on their necks. One of the Brothers died quickly while Donnie and the two others fought the other to death. Shaw said he just stood there, covered in arterial blood splatters, watching Donnie and the others finish off the Gersts.
Much of the town was shockingly grateful to hear the Gerst Brothers were dead and everyone was all too happy to sweep it under the rug rather than have 4 of their sons incarcerated for decades when they were needed to help with the town's bread and butter – the Pumpkins. So, they buried the Gerst Brothers in that field and grew pumpkins on their corpses and no one really talked about it. The town paid off their father, who was too inebriated most of the time to care and he gleefully drank himself to death on the payoff only about a year later.
I didn't have much of a reaction to the story. The historian on the other hand, was hesitant to stay and keep writing and he made a brief protest concerning whether or not the story was true and whether or not he could legally listen to it. Shaw said it was both true and legal. After all, there was nothing left of the town and the remains were long gone and he himself, would not bare witness to himself. The college student's dumb metal encrusted mouth was agape in a mix of horror and disbelief.
I was waiting, patiently, might I add, for my stew. Shaw promised it would be up soon. He continued the story, stating that the fields produced abnormally well afterwards and 10 years later he was visiting his parents with his girlfriend for the annual Pumpkin fest. It was just that the pumpkins weren't just more numerous and larger, or more resistant to the rains and the fungus, they were alive and nothing could keep them tame or from spreading wider and wider. And everyone thought this was great at first, the profits were never higher but then weird things began to happen. Equipment went missing and two farm hands were crushed by a wagon full of pumpkins tipping over onto them in what was at first called a freak accident. Shaw recounted how he took his girlfriend through one of the patches and the vines seem to wind and grapple her legs, of course, Shaw's folks passed it off as her not being used to the mud but Shaw said he knew better.
Shaw continued to describe that over the days that led up to Halloween, the Jack O Lanterns on people's porches and elsewhere began to do some unusual things. Things like seemingly move by themselves from dusk to dawn, changing the carvings of their faces slightly, or appearing to “jump” off a table onto the porch without damage or apparent cause. On the morning of Halloween, Shaw said that he found his black cat, Lucky, incinerated in front of a jack o lantern as if it had breathed fire on to it from its mouth though they had long ago blown out the candle inside.
After the cat burning, the elderly man from the historical society tossed his spoon in his bowl. Shaw asked if something was wrong. The elderly man got up to leave and he said it tasted like bitter cold bull and his story was bull and thanked him for nothing. After checking the remaining contents of his bowl of stew, Shaw chased him out of the door, to his car, asking him what direction he planned to go home. When he peeled out of the parking lot he was headed southwest. Shaw came back in and threw up his hands.
I tell nothing but the truth, he said, most people can't handle it. Part of me wanted to go, but I was cozy there, it was warm and the story, while bull to me at the time, was entertaining enough. The SJW sitting down the way looked exhausted, barely keeping her eyes open as Shaw finished out the story. In short he said, Donnie approached him at dusk on Halloween while he and his family sat on the porch eagerly awaiting trick o treaters. Donnie said the Gerst Brothers are alive in the pumpkins and that they planned to burn the whole town down tonight. Donnie said, he had to tell Shaw because Shaw wasn't supposed to die, he was supposed to watch.
I rudely stopped him and demanded more stew. I was still hungry and the stew was somehow unsatisfying. When he returned, he finished the story, stating the town was suddenly engulfed in flames and their house in particular with Donnie on the porch, flash burned to the ground like napalm from an exploding pumpkin. He escaped with his family and his future wife in the pick up truck sitting outside now.
The college student said she felt like she needed to lay down, that she didn't think she could make back to the campus to the north. Shaw attended to getting her one of the rooms upstairs. I stayed down stairs and went to the back for more stew. I rubbed my eyes intensely and felt as if I too should stay for the night. But in the tug of war between fatigue and dexrine, the dexrine was slowly coming out ahead.
Next to the stew was a cutting board and a knife and on it was some bluish whitish powder which I found peculiar. On floor was a bottle of medication. It was Insomnex – a sleeping pill I use when I'm coming off of dexrine. The stew was dosed.
I ran to my truck and pulled out my dexrine and my revolver. As I climbed out of the driver's side, I could see Shaw running out of the dinner with a huge kitchen knife. I ducked under the trailer and back out on his side and pointed the gun at him.
What the hell I asked as I slowly advanced on him with my snub nose pointed at his head. He dropped the knife. He said, I just wanted to puncture your tires, I had to do something to stop you. I know you want to go north and I know you might be crazy enough and your truck tough enough to smash the barricades but I can't let you. I can't let anyone else go through, he said hysterically. I asked the dumb question about whether or not he set the barricades and just as I previously suspected, he did.
I'm supposed to watch, Shaw cried. No one can get through tonight, no can be allowed to. I told him to shut up as he rambled on about how he and his wife took it upon themselves to ward off travelers on Halloween Night. Its a cursed road tonight, he said, we're cursed to stay here and this is the best we can do to stop it from spreading. Its been calling us for 30 years, he went on, we tried to walk away but it kept on spreading, the pumpkins, he said gritting his teeth in anguish.
Maybe it was the dexrine and the insomnex working together, hell maybe it was the stew by itself but I just started to laugh as I guided Shaw back into the dinner and proceeded to duct tape him down to the dinner chair to make sure he could not cause anymore harm to anyone else until the police arrived. I had some cash on me, I wasn't a criminal, I wasn't going to make it seem like I tied him up and dinned and dashed, I was in the right, I was doing the lawful thing. So I left him exact change, no tip for the food. In the process of making change for myself, I found the padlock key in the cash drawer, I was certain of it at the time as I waved it in front of Shaw and he gasped and thrashed behind the duct tape the hardest.
I got into my truck and gunned it north towards the barricades, which, as I suspected was easily opened with the key I confiscated from Shaw. I got on my CB and started making emergency calls to the State Police, I gave them my name, the location of the diner, and Shaw's name. I was in the middle of nowhere so it didn't surprise me when I got static and no acknowledgment. I had no bars on my cell phone either but that is typical of central Illinois.
I was going along about 70. The sun was almost down but I hadn't seen the moon yet. I turned on the radio and found a classic rock station. The song was Born on the Bayou from CCR. The opening riff perked me up and reassured me that I had done everything all well and all good. If things held, there was a chance, I could get my freight unloaded and see John tonight. I was eagerly tapping the steering wheel waiting to bust into “When I was just a little boy...” But just as the lyrics should have entered, the radio station seemed to have accidentally reset the song, it just started over.
The sun faded away entirely and yet no moon came up. The sky was so dark but I didn't remember seeing any clouds or expecting any for that matter. The song continued restarting itself, the same opening again and again. I flipped through the other stations and all of them had it playing. Eventually, the digital clock on my dash began to spin wildly like the LCD numbers on the tuner while in scan mode. The truck buffeted and shook side to side despite my headlights showing no cause for it.
To my shock, ahead, in the distance was single traffic light. It was went from green, to yellow, and red, as any other traffic light but there were no lights or towns on this road. I slowed to 40, then 35 then to 30 as I entered an unnamed densely populated area with small buildings, stores, and houses and one traffic light. I came to a stop at the light and I looked around, locked my doors and tried to glimpse where I was. Where ever I was, I felt, I felt like I shouldn't be there. There were dim orange lights in some of the rooms of the houses at the edge of the intersection.
I looked up at one of the windows and I saw a figure with large head in the window. I couldn't believe my eyes at least not until the figure turned to face outward. It was a jack o lantern, a classic one with a black glow where the eyes, nose, and mouth sat. It was held up right by a thin vine structure that seemed to grow and stretch as it stuck its head out of the window and let out a barely audible shrill whistle and stared directly at me.
I gunned it. I blew the red light as the town seemed to collapse into nothing by dark green swelling pumpkin vine and a sea of glowing jack o lanterns in my side view mirrors. I hit the radio off because all I could hear on it was that whistle filtering through. I drove and the mass of jack o lanterns grew in the mirrors. I glimpsed the left and right windows and the plains were glowing black with more pumpkins rolling and creeping towards the road.
The road began to warp and bend as I started to red line my truck. The buffeting side to side became difficult to control as the engine groaned. I couldn't explain how the road began to shift nor how the moon, blood orange began to circle around me from horizon to horizon. Aside from the moon, I thought I was making progress as I couldn't see the vines nor the hundreds of blacklight pumpkins swirling after me.
The moon slowed and dipped down and I started climbing a hill. As I crested, the moon filled the entire windshield and more. It spun and then settled on a black light pumpkin face and bore down on the cab.
I don't know what happened next but I woke up in my cab. The was engine smoking. All I could see was mud and putrid rotten pumpkins as far as I could see. My Blue Jay was sunk up to the cab down in mud, vines and rot. It wasn't going anywhere in it without some serious assistance. To my right and left I saw dozens of other vehicles, most of them at least ten years old, also up their doors in mud and rot. Swarms of flies were visible all around in the boiling midday sun. I'm not really sure how long it has been or what time it really was because the clock on my phone is broken and simply reads as 99:99. I don't know what day it is. I have no cell signal and no radio.
Carly, I need to be honest with you. I cheated on you. Maybe a dozen times. I did it before I thought, before I knew you were doing it to me. I can't live by the rules of trucking, or marriage or anything. It is the road and you command it and that is the only rule. But now, I'm worried I've broken my last rule. I have no food and no water. There is no road here. There is only rule of a blazing sun with jack o lantern face that never sets. I fear that in time, unless I find help or help finds me, I will be feeding the pumpkins.
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Theo Plesha

So I have itch to scratch with wanting to own a car with a supercharged engines while they’re still around, slightly concerned about reliability but it doesn’t need a Toyota, just not run a high risk of leaving me stranded, any good options in the 30k-50k range? Used Hellcat or Shelby Mustang seems obvious but what about some dark horse options?

Ok so this isn’t a recent story and occurred during the pandemic. A few things to note. My next door neighbor is the wealthiest person in the neighborhood as far as we know. Before the pandemic he was a reasonable guy and i never had a problem with save 1 party that got a little out of control. But for context I will start this story before that day.
This neighbor who we will call jack lives in the house next door to mine with his long term girlfriend, let’s call her Stacy, she’s a gem of a person. Since before my FIL gave his house to my wife he would hold crazy parties at his house. These parties would happen every weekend He invited us to one when we moved in and we went to be polite but it wasn’t our thing so we politely declined. He was still a reasonable guy and would say “come on we’ll have a blast. But the wife and I would use our kids as an excuse and politely decline. He converted the first floor of his house into a night club complete with indoor swimming pool.
One party will alway stick out to me as the day we saw a tow truck remove a car from a brick wall. The driver was ok but the party it’s self had was massive. It looked like he invited the entire town. The next day he asked me if I would help him move a couch. The couch was thrown into the pool. I helped and we had a laugh about it. As I said even with some of the wildest parties not a bad guy. He at one point helped me clear out some trees that fell in the woods behind our houses. It was the pandemic that caused him to go off the deep end.
My town was spared the worst of the pandemic. The schools shut down before the orders from the state. Many businesses did the same. Jack however did not stop his partying. His parties were shut down several times until one day it looked like the entire police force showed up. They arrested everyone. They were all let go but the parties were over and the good fun loving guy was gone. He organized a protest with his friends and got a bunch of others who hated masks and went to the town hall. It was closed and they tried the country office. For some unknown reason they went after a supermarket and harassed the workers. I think it was on Facebook and YouTube, but I may be confusing it with other such protests. Why these people chose to harass grocery stores is beyond me. Well he ended up getting arrested again.
We were still on speaking terms at this point. That would change when he an a buddy of his decided to race their over priced cars through town. We got into a heated argument about it. And he took offense when I pointed out that the only reason he isn’t in jail is that he’s rich. Not my proudest moment.
More recent events include calling the police on anyone that is having work done on their house. Calling the police when anyone parks on the street. Sending lawyers to town hall to disrupt the meetings. And most recently parking 10 junk cars on the street with flat tires, wrapping a chain around a piece of construction equipment and putting up a very vulgar sign.
Oh and his girlfriend usually comes over to apologize for his actions. I am surprised that she hasn’t broken up with him. She is the one to apologize for his actions and will offer to pay for any damages. They are still together from what I know but I haven’t seen her in a few weeks.
My neighbor is the pinnacle of the entitled rich a-hole in my opinion.

So when I’m using CarPlay, and I change the song I’m playing on Spotify, it shows the album art and name of the new song for a second or two on the left side of the gauge cluster (in place of where it shows the driving mode), but then it goes away.
Does anyone know if there’s a way to make the album art and song name stay there?
This would be a much better use of the space as opposed to a single word that just tells you what driving mode you’re in hogging the whole area…

What kind of engine oil should I run on my 93 miata? Car sits at 130,000 miles stock.
I live in AZ where temperatures can reach up to 125f on the summer.
I've read that I should probably use 5w40 or should I just use what the manual says

I'm in the process of selecting an Outback. We will be driving from Maryland to western Maine (11 hrs) several times a year. I come from VW turbos, am pretty short and like a wagon, so I have finally settled on the Wilderness trim and have a couple of questions. I hope someone here can help guide me through my options.
My questions are about the additional package offered for the Wilderness trim. I'm not a big fan of roofs, sun or moon, since they can leak. My vw mechanic has always advised me against them. I often carry a kayak or a Thule box on top and it's really noisy with the roof open. What's your feeling about them?
I was also wondering what the deal is with the Starlink navigation system. As a rule, I do not pay for extra subscriptions, but I assume I will still be able to use CarPlay?
Lastly, do you have and like the RAB-Reverse Assist Braking? Do I need it? It does seem very nice, especially with a packed car. This is really the only extra I wanted to begin with and I'm sad that it isn't offered separately.
I love learning from this community!
TIA

As the title says - bought a used car and currently going through the purchase process.
As expected they’re offering different add ons like Gard-X Paint protection, 1/2/3yr warranties.
Car we’ve bought is a 2018 Outlander PHEV. Full service history and will come with an MOT.
Just after thoughts from others as to what to buy and what to avoid.

I realize Unagis already don't get a lot of love on here, but I wanted to add a perspective I haven't seen (and really wish I'd known before buying one). I've read all the usual complaints (too expensive, short range, no suspension), but at the $580 price the last few months, if you really prioritize hill climbing and light weight, the two-motor one is a pretty good option. In hindsight I would've spent more for something with good shocks, but after a few months I was happy with it for a first scooter.
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But Unagi's brakes have several problems: 1. the regen-only brakes don't have much stopping power (the fender backup isn't useful -- you can't switch your foot position to use it in an emergency) 2. the regen-only brakes take a moment to kick in and ramp up and 3. the left-paddle-brake right-paddle-gas design is crazy -- we've all grown up with bikes, our instinct is to squeeze and grab the bars in an emergency, whereas the paddles require almost letting go of one to use your thumb. And it's way too easy to mix up gas and brake -- it sounds dumb, but if you have one, I'm willing to bet that every once in a while you momentarily push the wrong paddle, but switch to the correct one before really noticing.
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If you have one, go out and test an emergency stop in a parking lot -- it will probably be kind of terrifying, especially if you compare to a bicycle. The Unagi doesn't even brake at all for a solid fraction of a second, and even when on full the brakes have very little power. All of these problems together mean that the Unagi is fine for, I don't know, riding around a warehouse or something. But riding in traffic where you might need to brake to avoid cars it is incredibly dangerous.

I ride an e-bike, I don't have a car. I don't have any bins wide enough to put the canvas in to strap it on. Last time when it was raining and I needed to transport a canvas, I covered it in trash bags, a pillowcase, and two bin lids with tape to keep it waterproof and flat, it worked, but that was a one-time use solution, I wouldn't have been able to transport it back like that. I'm looking for a cheap but reliable way to transport a canvas to and from the studio.
Suggestions?
Canvas is 16"x20"

I recently came across this case and it really stuck with me. The last writeup here was 3 years ago, so I figured it's time to bring up this young woman again.
On July 11, 1978, a foreman with the New Mexico Highway Department of Transportation was working along Highway 219, at the junction of I-40 and US Highway 84, when he came across the body of a deceased young adult female. The location is in a remote area of Guadalupe County, New Mexico, about 28 miles west of the city of Santa Rosa.
An autopsy found that she had died between a few hours and a couple day prior, from two .22 caliber gunshot wounds to the back of the head. She was between the ages of 17 and 25, 5'8" tall, and approximately 145 pounds. She had blue eyes and her hair was strawberry blonde, though it may or may not have been naturally medium brown. She had had dental care within the last year of her life. In total, she had four fillings and only one wisdom tooth.
Her murder has been connected to serial killing duo Ronald Lanphear and Diana Geisinger, a couple who went on a cross-country killing spree in July 1978. The pair were arrested in October 1978, with Lanphear being sentenced to death after Geisinger testified against him.
The following additional information was provided by Geisinger to authorities after she was arrested:
Geisinger and Lanphear met the victim at rest stop somewhere outside of Perry, Oklahoma around 10pm the night of July 9th or July 10th, 1978. The victim stated that she was 17 years old and was hitchhiking to California to see her mother. The trio rode west together for several hours, briefly conversing about guitars and money (the victim "bragged" about the money she had spent on the guitar and on her trip). They stopped along the way at a coffee shop and then a bar.
At some point, Geisinger says she told Lanphear to let the girl out of the car. Some writeups state that this was when the girl asked to use a payphone to call her mother for "her birthday," while others state that the girl made the call when she was first picked up in Oklahoma. Other writeups also take this as meaning that July 11th was the victim's 17th birthday, though I read that as it possibly being the mother's birthday? I wonder if there's a verbatim account from Geisinger out there that would make this more clear?
They drove across a viaduct off the highway, and Geisinger states that she knew at that point that Lanphear was going to murder the girl, though they hadn't discussed it previously. Lanphear got out, opened the passenger door, and asked Geisinger if she wanted out. She said yes, and since she was sitting in the middle and Jane Doe was in the passenger seat, Jane Doe got out of the vehicle first. The girl was then shot in the back of the head by Lanphear and fell to the ground. Lanphear straddled her body and searched her pockets. He then grabbed his gun once more and shot the victim a second time, before rolling her body off a nearby "cliff." However, the area where her body was found is very flat with no visible cliff areas, so I'm guessing she was actually just rolled down the sloping area on the side of the highway.
Geisinger, who was still in the car, was instructed to go through the hitchhiker's belongings. "Drugs and papers" were thrown away. It's unclear what these drugs were and whether they were prescription or recreational. It's also unclear what the papers were, though many reports indicate that the girl was travelling with her birth certificate, and that was definitely one of the trashed items. They kept her guitar, which was later sold, and a coin purse containing $1.50, then drove away, continuing their journey to Las Vegas, Nevada.
If Geisinger's information is accurate, Jane Doe's body was found the same day she was killed, July 11th. Possibly her 17th birthday or her mother's birthday.
Identifying information:

• Blonde hair (possibly dyed), blue eyes
• 5'8", ~145 lbs
• Pierced ears, 3 times on the left, twice on the right
• Clothing: Dark brown moccasins; Blue denim Levi cutoffs; White and navy vest/halter-top type shirt
• Apparently knew how to play guitar
• May have been born on or around July 11th, or had a mother who was born on or around July 11th.
• Her DNA was sent to UNT for analysis in June 2019. No further information regarding that.

Ruled out: Laurie Amico, Angela Ramsey, Nancy Tharp, Benita Chamberlin, Connie Minchaca
Links:
https://unidentified-awareness.fandom.com/wiki/Guadalupe_County_Jane_Doe_(1978))
https://storiesoftheunsolved.com/2021/04/15/guadalupe-county-jane-doe-1978/
https://www.namus.gov/UnidentifiedPersons/Case#/17089 - *Postmortem warning\*
https://www.doenetwork.org/cases/1497ufnm.html
Last writeup posted 3 years ago: https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/f3wydj/16_guadalupe_county_jane_doe_guadalupe_county_new/

Drug use references CW
I was going through some of my old documents I have saved looking for my car title and ended up finding mountains of diary entries from a specific alter dating to about 2014-2016.
At first it was fun and interesting but it quickly became very disconcerting. There are dozens of references to PTSD and trauma and a lot more references to drug use I have no memory of. I remember sporadically smoking weed but there are references to other drugs and it was extremely jarring.
I had no idea our drug use was that extensive and ended up stopping reading pretty quickly.
I feel like these entires are for their eyes only as they are still an active system member so I’m waiting for them to okay it before reading more and hear their thoughts before sharing so we can go through it together in our own time.
It’s a lot to take in.

When my ex finally moved out in August, my best friend (we'll call her A) agreed to watch my 3 kids on days when I had to work overnight. A had been staying with her sister and they were fighting a lot so I suggested staying with me for a couple weeks since she'd be potentially be there half the week anyway. That quickly led to her staying with me full time and basically being a live in Nanny. She would even make dinner and clean up on my days off so I could spend quality time with my girls. Rather than paying her or her paying anything to live there, I pay all the bills/groceries/let her use my car until her grandpa gave her his then I started putting gas in both vehicles. We both felt like this was a fair deal and it was working great.
Fast forward to the end of November when A found out she was pregnant after going to Urgent Care due to being unable to even keep water down. Her bf and her had already agreed that if an accident happened she would not keep the baby as he wasn't ready to be a dad/didn't want kids and she is not in a place financially or health wise to have a baby. A is a type 1 diabetic with several diabetes related complications including a BKA with a prosthetic so she knew any pregnancy would be high risk for her and potentially the baby.
After her first OB appointment to confirm it wasn't ectopic and discuss options, she decided to keep the baby whether her bf wanted anything to do with the pregnancy or not. I told her I support whatever she decides and we will figure it out. Unfortunately she ended up with hyperemesis gravidarum and the baby has several complications making survival questionable. Obviously she has a ton of appointments now, is exhausted, and struggling with depression. For a while I didn't mind picking up the slack as I have empathy for what she's going through and ultimately the house and kids are my responsibility anyway.
The last week or so I've noticed myself growing more and more resentful and constantly annoyed, especially when she tends to get bossy or says things in a way that sounds like she's looking out for me but is mostly self-motivated for her own needs. My mom died January 7th, I was suspended January 28th and terminated March 1st, then cancelled from the PRN program I had been using for back up last week. Knowing the amount of stress I'm under is probably causing some of the resentment and frustration makes it hard to decide if I'm justified in wanting to ask her to move out or not. My rent is $1700/month, I'm now unemployed, I have 3 kids, and now feels like her to take care of with little to no support from her anymore. Obviously I understand and want her to take care of herself and the baby but I'm also overwhelmed and drowning and feels like I'm doing it alone.

My sister is 3 years elder than me, and our relationship has always been full of ups and downs.
As kids, we had a pretty normal brother-sister-relationship: Sometimes we were fighting, but most of the time we were playing together and got along quite good.
But when my sister was around 13/14 years old (and I was 10/11), our relationship somehow got more complicated. In this time we were fighting more than ever. In my memory she was constantly around me and used each opportunity to tease me. She knew what made me most angry.
You should know that I hit puberty pretty late and before the age of 12, I was very short for my age. My sister was the opposite: She always has been tall for her age, and was already grown out with 14. In that age, I narrowly reached her shoulder. Of course I envied her for her height, and I was worried if I still would grow until I'm older.
Obviously, my sister often made fun of my height. She was calling me names like shorty, dwarf etc. She also was babying me a lot (head patting, nose rubbing, kissing on cheek, talking in baby voice etc.), because she knew that I absolutely hated it.
But on the other hand, no matter how much we were fighting, just a short time after it was as nothing had happened and were acting as best friends. At the same age we also spent a lot of time together where we just hang out, were playfully fighting, having fun, playing games and could talk about everything. When I had a problem I first came to her. And when I had an argument with my parents, she always was "on my side" and was defending me. Even if we were fighting more than ever - at the same time, we also have never been closer (even if I would never have admitted that!).
I remember one evening when I was 10 or 11, when I was alone with my sister in her room. I was standing next to her, and we were comparing our height. “Why are you so tall?”, I asked her in an envious voice. What she replied sarcastically with “Why are you so tiny”, and was patting my head. I felt sad and looked on the ground. Then she grabbed my face that I had to look into her eyes, and was bending down to me. She said “Why are you so sweet”, and kissed me on my lips.
Right after that moment, I was stunned and didn’t know to react. She never has done that before. Of course, she kissed me various times on my cheeks, but on lips was completely different for me. I just was looking in her face, while she was smiling. There were so many different feelings inside me at the same time. On one hand I was angry on her, because she was crossing the borders: She knew that I even didn’t like being kissed on cheeks, and on lips is way more than that. I also felt sad at the same time, because she is still “the bigger one” and there’s nothing I could do about. But on the other hand, I was very happy. Because this time it felt like a honest expression of true affection. Maybe she wanted to cheer me up and show that she likes me best as I am.
Unfortunately I can’t remember what happened next. Perhaps we just changed the topic. We also never talked about that moment and it didn't happen again. So everything went on quite normal.
Years later, when my sister turned 15, she came to a new school. Soon she
had different friends, was wearing different clothes and just was interested in parties. More and more we stopped spending time together. Mostly she was very grumpy to me, but in company of her friends she was overly-happy. In social media she presented herself as the ultimate party girl - it was just like she would be a different person. At that time I didn’t care much about it, other things were more important. Somehow I also was glad that she stopped teasing and constantly being around me.
When she moved out with 19 to a city far away, we stopped being in touch regularly. From my early 20s, we started being more often in touch and our relationship got better, but it still wasn’t as close as it used to be.
Three years ago she unexpectedly passed away by car accident during party night. I still miss her every day, especially the moment with her kiss is very often on my mind. She never showed her affection so directly as here, and I didn't appreciate this. Of course, she could be very bossy and was often annoying, but retrospectively these times have been the best with her.