Fatal car accident yesterday fresno ca

Hi everyone,
I need some advice about a potential private sale for my dream car (a high-end Lexus).
The price is about half of what I'm seeing on Autotrader for certified listings, or listings which have lower mileage (this one has 62,078 miles on it, apparently). The seller says it's sitting at a port terminal in NY, but can be shipped anywhere in the U.S. He selling it because he's returning home to Denmark, and realizes he can't take the Lexus with him. He also says he's the only owner, and that it has a clean title and no collisions or accidents.
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I got his info from a legitimate used car dealership in Van Nuys, CA, but the whole thing seems to good to be true, especially the timing of his personal story of why he was in the U.S. and why he went back. If I do decide to pursue this, what are the things I should do to avoid getting screwed? This is my first time getting a car not from a dealer in-person, so even the most super obvious advice would be helpful. The price is really good, so if I buy it and it arrives with minor problems or shipping damage, it would still be worth it.
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Here's what I'm thinking so far:

I should get the VIN, a copy of the title, and all the trim/spec details from him first. I could hire someone to professionally inspect it in NY before paying. I should talk to the guy over the phone at some point (it's been email-only so far). There's no free history report available, but I could buy a CARFAX or AutoCheck report. 

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Is there anything else you think I should ask about, get him to confirm, or research myself? I'm skeptical, but so far it seems real enough and it's something I'm willing to take a small risk for (just not a gamble). Any advice you can give is very appreciated. Thanks!

This story takes place a few years ago, back when I had just graduated from high school, in the summer months that separated my juvenile years from the coming dawn of (semi)-adulthood.
I was naive then, still a child without a care in the world, save for my life ahead of me and spending the rest of my ‘youthful days’ with my friends.
So we decided to go on a trip around the world to sightsee, to be close before we were inevitably forced apart. We journeyed off into the lands of the British, to the towers of France, and even to the deep jungles of South America.
It was all very fun until we decided to head over to a little known island by the name of Bandai Landang somewhere in the Java Sea. If you look for the island now it barely shows anything save for a few internet forum adventures gone bad and Bandai Namco, the entertainment company.
I think our friend Canopy was the one who found out about it. He was always into the weirder side of things.
The island can be considered a micronation, but the countries nearby all claim it’s part of theirs. Indonesia, Malaysia, and even China have it listed as some other name. No, I’m not going to share the ‘official’ name of the island- I don’t want anymore unfortunate wanderers.
Anyway, Canopy said the island promised exquisite beaches, awesome views, and untouched air and a sense of peace.
“I’ve never heard of this,” I pointed out. “Is it really a thing?”
He patted my shoulder. “It’ll be fun! My cousin’s been there and she said it was AWESOME!”
So we decided to venture onto the island. We were nearby anyway, and after asking around, Canopy managed to find us a ferry that would take us there.
This is where things go wrong. This is where we had to split up.
“I’m sorry,” the old man running the boat said, “the ferry's full.” And so our group of six was split into three.
Canopy, Myra, and Al went on first, and the rest of us- me, Quincy, and Jan would have to stay over the next day. Now it was only too late when we found out that there were no ferries crossing the next day.
“It was perfectly fine yesterday?” I snapped, confused. “The weather hasn’t even changed!”
The old man who’d ferried our friends shook his head. “Today is… festival,” he pronounced. “Water no good- there are things in the water. Evil things.”
“What festival?” Quincy demanded. But the old man had walked away, leaving us on a very empty dock. “What-” he sighed.
“It’s okay,” Jan assured. “There’s things to do here.”
I nodded, and we started to walk back to our hotel when a burly man appeared. He was white, not local, and had an air of gusto to him. “You three really believe that crap about the festival?”
I looked at him, perplexed, and shook my head. “No. We just want to get too the island.”
He took my hand and shook it. “Name’s Captain Murrow,” he told. “And I can take you to the island.”
This was great news. So I shook it and we settled on a deal. He charged double the price, being as that he was the only one willing to take us. And being naive kids, we decided it was a fair trade.
We just wanted to see our friends.
Besides us and the Captain there were two others on board- a rich couple that seemed to avoid us with their dog, a fancy chihuahua of some sort that barked at everything.
“Enjoy yourselves,” Murrow suggested. “It’ll be an hour.”
An hour wasn’t that bad, considering the flights we’d traveled and the hikes we’d been on. So me and my friends made small talk, and we chatted about colleges, journeys, romance, all the little things that made up life.
The fog rolled in an hour later, when we were supposed to have arrived.
“Excuse me, friends,” Captain Murrow announced. “We seem to have drifted…” there was a certain confusion to how he was saying his words, “...off course?”
Me and Quincy ran up on deck while Jan slept. We found the rich, pretentious looking couple bickering with the captain. “I can’t wait any longer with this riff-raff on board,” she hissed, dog barking in hand. “We’re going to be late for the auction!”
“Is this some sort of tourist trap?” her husband snarled. “I’ll pay you all you need to set us back on course!”
Murrow’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know what exactly is going on,” he told. “This hasn’t happened before.”
Quincy spoke up. “Maybe the legends are true and we never should’ve gone.” I giggled at that. “OoooOo!” he joked. I think Murrow found it a little funny, cause he smiled.
The couple most certainly did not. “Kids like you will never understand what it means to be on time,” the woman hissed. “Always late.”
Her husband looked out into the mist and pointed. “Look- there are-” he squinted his eyes, “boats!”
Jan came out, wondering why we hadn’t arrived. I told her we didn’t know, and the three of us- and Murrow walked over to the edge.
There was nothing out there, much to the man’s confusion. But the more we drifted, and the more Murrow tried to set us back on course the more it seemed there was something out there.
A sense of- dread? Fear? Excitement- filled my veins. It was all very new and interesting. A youthful adventure- a group lost at sea, ready to be rescued!
“Boats!” the husband shouted. “Look!”
This was when they came into view. First it was one or two, little wooden rafts that drifted in the distance against the ferry- despite the wind blowing the opposite direction.
And then more started to come, and closer they came. They were tattered wooden things, ripped by wind and cut-like marks.
That’s when we saw what was on them. “What the hell?” Jan whispered. “Are those-”
They were almost like dolls, burnt and faceless, strung against the boats, strapped downwards with odd multicolored ropes that stood out against the graying mist. “They must be dolls, right?” I asked.
Quincy sniffed the air and withdrew in fear. “I don’t think so.” I smelt it too as the wind blew, now harsh.
It smelled of decay. Burned flesh and the sickly stench of burnt hair. “Is this the festival?” the woman pleaded, asking Murrow. She folded her arms in disbelief. “Some trick.”
“I’ve heard of these,” Murrow murmured, now serious. “I didn’t think they’d be true.”
Jan asked him what they were as more drifted nearer and nearer. The answer was just as foreboding.
“Corpse boats,” he told. It was said an unprepared traveler wandering the seas at night would find themselves met with the rafts. They would smell the decay at first, and the burnt hair.
Then they would see the burnt, paper-wrapped bodies, strapped to the boat. It was said that once a year a couple traveling out those would kids would meet them- and that they would vanish forever.
And there was something else to them, too- staring at them for too long would-
The husband gasped before Murrow could finish. “Alice, look!” he shouted. “It’s- it’s Marissa!”
The woman looked blankly at the ocean, seeing nothing. “What the hell are you talking about?” she spat. “Of course you’re thinking about your ex at a time like this!” And then she turned to the captain. “Get us out of here. This trip is over.”
“No, look- it’s-” and then he stopped. And then across the boat, floating in parallel with us was one of the corpse boats, closer than ever.
The raft was different. Three sharp, pointed sticks raised upwards, and the foul smelling corpse-doll (what were they?) was impaled. A stick through the head made it look upwards.
“She’s calling my name,” he stammered, walking away back. He screamed and put his hands around his ears. He screamed and screamed, backing away, terrified. We started to back away, shocked by his actions.
And then he did the impossible. He ran and flung himself off the ship, whispering the name “Marissa!” as he fell.
There was no splash. Just an empty nothing. “What the hell!” I yelped. It wasn’t even a question, it was just- shock.
Hesitantly, the three of us looked downwards. No strung up impaled corpse was there. No husband to be seen. Just the fog, the sea, and the corpse boats in the distance passing us by.
“Don’t look at them!” Murrow snapped, finishing his story. “Don’t look at them or they’ll take you!”
We instantly avoided our gaze, returning to the center of deck, staring at the ground instead. The boat suddenly hit something, and it flung us to a side.
I picked myself up and-
It was in front of me. Impossibly, an impaled, foul smelling corpse covered paper, arms strung almost trying to reach me. For a second it wasn’t a corpse but the dead body of my high school sweetheart and I almost reached to meet it.
But I avoided my gaze and shut my eyes.
Then my hair began to be brushed, to be braided, they same way she would do it before she’d been killed in a car accident. I heard whispers in my ear, whispers I couldn’t make out that sounded all too familiar.
“Come with me,” I heard. “Float away…”
And then I heard screaming, and the feeling of the thing near me evaporated. I opened my eyes to see the rich woman tugging at Captain Murrow. “Look!” she cried, pointing to the ocean.
“I don’t-” he was tugged, “-want to!”
“It’s my husband!” she snarled. “How’d he get on one of those?!” she slapped Murrow across the cheek. “Get him back here.”
In the sea I saw a corpse, impaled and stretched out to reach out to her. The woman started back lovingly. “Don’t worry- I’ll get you!” And then she, with Murrow in hand stepped over the barrier and, with her free hand, clasped the corpse’s hand in hers.
And then she screamed. The body pulled her dowards with such force her arm was ripped clean off.
She screamed and fell over the edge- taking Murrow with her- but Quincy and Jan leapt to action, seizing him just before our captain was lost forever.
Like before, there was no splash. Nothing to tell us she’d ever been there but for a confused chihuahua and blood on deck.
We spent the next hour below deck, avoiding the rest of the corpse-boats. And just as it had all begun the boat seemed to right itself on course. The sun shone brightly, and Murrow ferried us to the docks.
I texted my friends, the three who'd come before- but they didn’t respond.
I asked around where they’d gone, and after a while, a visitor to the island told me they jumped off after looking into the ocean for far too long. I asked further, to the locals who had been on the boat the day before.
So many had vanished on the journey. They were only three more.
I researched this phenomenon as the years passed by, wondering if they would ever be found. This event isn’t local to the journey to Bandai Landang, though. No, Corpse Boats have been sighted throughout history and in international waters.
Be careful when you travel by ferry. Don’t look at the corpse boats or you’ll end up like many of the missing at sea.

Liability already established to be 100% fault of other driver. I filed a claim through their insurance. This happened in San Francisco, CA Car isn’t drivable. Rear passenger wheel bent, it screeches even at low speeds. Both passenger doors damaged as well as panel after rear door. Messages on screen says it needs a steering alignment and to take the car off the road.
1) I will only use a Tesla certified body shop…or is this necessary?
2) resolutions manager said he will only pay for a car rental when the car is in the shop, that doesn’t sound right since the car isn’t drivable. Shouldn’t the be responsible for a car rental until the car is fixed? It’s not my fault they took over a week and a half to get the claim going.
3) they said the won’t pay for OEM parts. Adjuster said he will deny claims with OEM parts. Doesn’t seem right. Especially since I will only take it to a Tesla certified body shop.
4) Appraiser hasn’t contacted me yet. How big of a check do you think I will receive for all the damage? What about diminished value due to an accident?
Thanks in advance

Hi everyone,
I need some advice about a potential private sale for my dream car (a high-end Lexus).
The price is about half of what I'm seeing on Autotrader for certified listings, or listings which have lower mileage (this one has 62,078 miles on it, apparently). The seller says it's sitting at a port terminal in NY, but can be shipped anywhere in the U.S. He selling it because he's returning home to Denmark, and realizes he can't take the Lexus with him. He also says he's the only owner, and that it has a clean title and no collisions or accidents.
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I got his info from a legitimate used car dealership in Van Nuys, CA, but the whole thing seems kind of "Nigerian Prince scam-ish" to me, especially his personal story of why he was in the U.S. and why he went back. If I do decide to pursue this, what are the things I should do to avoid getting screwed? This is my first time getting a car not from a dealer in-person, so even the most super obvious advice would be helpful. The price is really good, so if I buy it and it arrives with minor problems or shipping damage, it would still be worth it.
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Here's what I'm thinking so far:

I should get the VIN, a copy of the title, and all the trim/spec details from him first. I could hire someone to professionally inspect it in NY before paying. I should talk to the guy over the phone at some point (it's been email-only so far). There's no free history report available, but I could buy a CARFAX or AutoCheck report. 

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Is there anything else you think I should ask about, get him to confirm, or research myself? I'm skeptical, but so far it seems real enough and it's something I'm willing to take a small risk for (just not a gamble). Any advice you can give is very appreciated. Thanks!

So... Where to start? My girlfriend and I meet three years ago and at first, her family dynamic seemed dysfunctional, but not horrible. She attended my senior prom and I had good interactions with her parents and the first times I went to her home all seemed well but a little off... First I learned that the father did not work, with him claiming that he "had worked enough in his life." The family for about the first year I had known her they were entirely dependent on her mother's income which was inconsistent and often blown on cigarettes and junk food. I could tell things were rough, and I realized this my girlfriend kept me from seeing it by not having me over which was not necessarily a bad thing since the few times I was over I was made uncomfortable by her father and brothers (nothing horrible, just jokes that were directed towards me that I was not fond of). The last time I was actually welcome in her house was over two years ago and it was around that time that she began to open up about some of the worse behavior that she had previously kept from me. Her father had had drinking issues while she was younger and that he had been thrown through a windshield in a car accident which caused neurological damage, making him more violent and neurotic. He has beaten his wife and oldest sons (25 and 22) and the man has made horrible insults and threats to my girlfriend, ranging from him taking the car that she had bought with her own money to disowning her after she had defended her mother.
Her dad has also allowed his oldest sons to terrorize my girlfriend ranging from them physically forcing her to move out of a seat, stealing food she had bought herself, buying food for everyone else but not for her, and tearing apart her room like toddlers going through a temper tantrum. It is essentially psychological warfare in their attempt to tear her down. She is the most successful of her siblings with her two older brothers struggling to graduate high school, being unhealthy, and having no meaningful relationships with the resulting anger coming out on her and her mother. Her mother is also a case study since she has gotten in trouble with the law, has guilt-tripped my girlfriend out of money, and has used me as ammunition whenever arguing with my girlfriend by claiming that I was sleeping with other women just to make my girlfriend upset. She is a manipulator and liar but she is also a woman who is repeatedly placed under stress by her oldest sons who legitimately hate her and her abusive husband (but for the record, she has also physically abused him but I do not know all of the details).
Over the last two years, there have been continued escalations in the fights that have occurred between my girlfriend and her family members with each one ultimately coming down to the question of her moving out but nothing has developed. There is always an excuse for her not moving out to her own place, whether it be her having health insurance, being there for her two youngest brothers (17 and 10), or her fearing for her mother's safety but over the last six months things have gotten worse. One day in November last year I went to pick her up from her house and I heard her crying and yelling from the inside with her pleading with her brother not to destroy her room and her belongings. I immediately banged on the door with her brother opening it and I questioned what was going on and this resulted in me being kicked off their property.
Fast forward to yesterday and my girlfriend got caught in the middle of a domestic abuse situation, with her father beating her mother and throwing things at my girlfriend. I am seriously concerned that one of these days my girlfriend will be hit by one of his blows and there is nothing I can do to stop him but I do not see my girlfriend moving out anytime soon. Even with her own car, her already sustaining herself, the ability to stay at my parent's house for as long as she needs, and friends that would take care of her in a heartbeat she will not take action and she has needed to for years. She is embarrassed to ask anybody for help and she doesn't like to tell me much about what goes on in her house until the pot boils over. She is horribly afraid to leave and against her better conscience, she did not call the cops yesterday.
I do not see an end to this cycle of emotional and now physical abuse, and it culminates with her dad and brothers calming down for a few weeks or months before escalating again. She is a wonderful person and it baffles me that she is who she all-the-while growing up in this disaster of a family unit; but she needs to break free of these people and put the excuses aside before they drag her down anymore. She cannot stay with me since we go to different universities and I live in the dorms so it would be considered squatting and she is too proud to accept my parent's offer of staying with them.
I've envisioned a life with this girl, but personally, her family is not in that vision at all for they have done too many unforgivable things. If we were to move in together she would need to go no-contact with her family and no amount of apologies on their end would make me okay with them attending a potential wedding and I would never let her father hold a child of mine. I cannot ask her to have a falling out with her family, but if we are going to move forward in this relationship she would need to let them go, and I understand that this is a selfish line of thinking on my part, but how much longer will she use her younger brothers as an excuse to stay close with her family, until they are 18? Until they are moved out? I just do not know...
I'm exhausted and I feel defeated for there is nothing I can physically do to help her move. I'm stuck and guidance from you guys would be appreciated. Thank you all.

Hello.
Yesterday I found a car that I liked in the options and colors that I liked as well. I reserved the car and hours later went on and proceeded with the finance application. Got approved through Carmax Auto Finance and saw my terms and even uploaded the documents that they required, which in this case was just DL and a selfie.
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This is the tricky part. I saw the car was non-transferable from CA to GA so I had assumed that the car simply just needed to be picked up.
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I reached out to the store that has the car about it and they mentioned that I am unable to purchase the car due to them not having the title (or E-title to be precise). They said it might take around 3 weeks and they're unable to give me a temp tag so I can take the car home. In the meantime, if someone in CA wants the car its first come first serve.
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Now wait a minute...no where did it say on the website that I am unable to purchase the car? Even so...I got approved for the car so doesn't that mean the car is on hold until I decide I cancel the order? In traditional dealerships this would be the case if someone files and application and gets approved, the car is out of the market.
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So how can a car, that is no longer available through the search system due to being reserved by me, be bought by someone else despite already being approved for me? The last email I got was approval email and get ready for appointment email.
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Please advise on what to do.
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Thank you

Yesterday, I was at a fast food drive thru. I was pulling out of the drive thru after receiving my food, and someone was backing out of a parking space into the same lane that I was driving into. It was a really awkward intersection, and I don't at all blame the woman who was driving for not seeing me. It's a terrible design.
I had pulled into the lane first. But the way her car was angled, I was in her blindspot. She started backing up into the lane. I couldn't back up because cars were behind me, I had no where to go, and she was backing up, not stopping, clearly did not see me. She was GOING to hit me. I had no choice but to honk. It wasn't an angry, laying on the horn honk... it was just a gentle "hey! I'm here! Sorry you didn't see me, but could you please stop backing up?" kind of honk.
This woman lost her mind at me. SCREAMING. "You think I'M the asshole?!? YOU'RE the asshole!!!" I had to pull out in front of her and go on my way, because my car was in the way of her backing up. But she raced up behind me, tailgated me, giving me the finger, yelling the whole way. I had to do some creative lane changing to get away from her and finally turn off the road so she'd stop coming after me.
It was not good.
I know tensions are high right now, guys, but please don't assume that everyone is out to get you. If this woman had hit me, it would have ruined both our days. I was trying to prevent an accident, not cause a road rage incident. Not every honk is an insult. We're all just trying to get where we're going safely. Sometimes a honk means "Hey! I'm sorry I'm in your blindspot! I would love to get out of it, but traffic isn't allowing me to! But could you please not hit me? Thanks!" If there was a gentler way to communicate with people while driving, I'd do it. But the horn's all I got.

Hey, y'all. Thanks for the help. Here's the background:
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• I bought a vehicle from a used car dealership 6/29/21, but, as it turns out, the dealership did not have ownership of the title. I retained the services of a firm in order to pressure the dealership to provide the title, as well as pursue the penalties outlined in CA Vehicle Code 5753.
• A demand letter, dated 4/19/22, was sent to the dealership and bond company. The demand letter included the penalty for violation of 5753. It also alleged violations of CA Civil Code 1770, the CLRA, and the Song-Beverly Act.
• The title was not issued to me until 6/08/22. No penalties were paid. If I understand correctly, the penalty outlined in 5753 should be trebled.
• Around the time the title was issued, I was told that a submission for entry of default was soon to be submitted and one of the attorneys in the firm told me that it was "concerning" that I wanted to pursue the penalties now that I had secured the title. We got into a testy exchange, they recommended that I seek other counsel, and I have not heard from the firm since.

Flash-forward:

• Yesterday, in the mail, I received a notice indicating that "plaintiffs counsel withdrew and has not appeared since December 2022" as well as that I have a case management conference scheduled in a couple weeks with the dealership's bond company.
• This morning, I called a firm specializing in auto-fraud/car-buyer's rights and was told that most attorneys won't take up cases that other attorney's already started.

It's looking like I will have to represent myself here, right? Does anybody have any recommendations for how I should prepare for this case management conference, what I should expect? My main priority is securing the trebled penalty for the violation of 5753, as it would cover the cost I incurred for having to rebuild the transmission on this vehicle which went kaplooey a month after the dealership's warranty expired.
Thanks again for any advice you can supply!

Hi! I just discovered this sub and seeing everyone’s stories has inspired me to seriously consider bankruptcy as an option.
I had a consultation with an attorney yesterday who informed me that my case may be held open administratively due to employer-granted RSUs (restricted stock units) that have not yet vested. In total, I have $60k (current market value) worth of these RSUs that begin to vest Nov 2024. They will vest 1/3 at a time for each year until Nov 2026. With the CA auto exemption ($7.5k) and wildcard exemption (~$33k), I will be able to protect my car and $26k worth of these RSUs. Attorney stated that trustee may want to go after these RSUs once they vest, hence the concern about my case potentially being held open until 2026.
Has anyone had a similar experiences with having a case held open? If so, how did this affect your ability to rebuild after filing/discharge? I’m nervous that this may cause me problems down the road.
A Little background: single, no dependents, car is owned outright (KBB says it’s worth $15k), $48k unsecured cc debt, renter

Summary: A demolition firm struggles to take down a damaged building for their mysterious clients
I Was a Foreman at the Grazer Tower Demolition
By now Grazer Tower has faded as a household name but to some the rumors and madness surrounding it refuse to die. The demolition of the massive three hundred twenty foot octagonal hotel left a gap in the Atlanta skyline but little fondness in anyone's hearts. I have no particular first hand insight into the freak lightning strikes on the 30th floor atrium which killed 13 people but I am willing to tell my side of the story about the demolition effort leading to the botched implosion. I tell this as a full, open, and honest disclosure. The legal maneuvering and ink has dried, all of the dead are buried, and all the bleeding stopped. The scars remain, the pain persists, the things I saw there are burned in my head even after they've been discredited into the conspiracy theory woodwork of the internet. The lightning storm struck on a Sunday afternoon and the next day for all we knew the bodies were still warm when a lawyer representing the owners of Grazer Tower entered our corporate office. I look back on it now with open and clear eyes and realize it was all very strange from the start when my Lead Foreman, Tom, and I were called into the meeting in progress.
The lawyer and now our client, looked like a fairly normal man in his mid thirties aside from his impeccably white suit which was ironed to the point of looking like stone rather than cloth. Beside the white suit his lips were an uncomfortable maroon and glossy. Besides this he spoke in a plain, clear, and disarming manner refraining from legalese and maintaining a firm but not imposing eye contract with whomever he was speaking directly to.
He told us in no uncertain terms he was instructed to contract with our firm to take down his client's building. Tom and I were shocked when we heard this after all, the lightning disaster, while tragic and perhaps undeservedly tarnishing in the short term to the Grazer Hotel's reputation, did not render the structure unusable nor unsafe to its surroundings. The worst damage was that the steel dome of the 30th floor atrium had collapsed into the vaulted restaurant and ballroom of the 29th floor but that's where the structure damage started and ended, in fact aside from the 28th, 29th, and 30th floor, city engineers working overnight already declared the building sound. So while perhaps still time consuming and costly, repairing the building was definitely possible and cost effective but owners, to make an analogy, were basically insisting on totaling a car after a minor parking lot fender bender. They gave us a specific date by which the building needed to be taken down. When our Boss, Jim, rebuffed the lawyer, not only because the date was challenging and soon but also because it was possible we could have it dropped BEFORE the date specified. The lawyer insisted the building go down on the date given – not later and not earlier. Jim swallowed hard and then glanced at Tom and I. Then the lawyer involved the name of the head of the owner's group, a Mr. Rohmer.
Mr. Rohmer, according to the lawyer, was offering our firm one hundred percent of the cost upfront and another twenty perfect of the total cost plus any overruns – stating if the implosion came early or late, it would mean all very little – no, that's no a typo, that's how the lawyer phrased it from his client, Mr. Rohmer. With that detail out of the way, you can see how the car totaling analogy breaks down considering the owners did not stand to profit from it's demolition – in fact quite the opposite.
The lawyer chuckled a bit to break the tension. He explained his clients and Mr. Rohmer in particular were an unorthodox bunch and then even insisted he wear the white suit in any of their dealings. The lawyer produced a tablet PC from his messenger bag and leveled it to Jim. On the tablet was all the banking confirmation codes ready to go for a direct deposit into our firms account alongside a contract. Jim seemed to hiccup or belch in excitement as he hurried around the short side of his desk to sign it since his stubby t-rex arms could not reach across his desk.
The firm was committed, we were committed – I was committed and I started to mentally cramp up over the challenges we all faced. The Grazer Hotel was in the middle of a dense urban grid. It had to be precise drop with virtually no margin for error. Jim poured us a dram of scotch from the bottle hidden under his desk. None of us a second thought about Rohmer's cryptic remark – after all, how often did you get a one hundred twenty perfect no-bid contract walk in off the street, out of the blue?
A combination of exhilaration over the money and anxiety over the work load kept us all from sleeping that night. Jim and Tom ended up going out and having a wild night to celebrate while I went home to mentally prepare not only myself but also my wife and kids. As a family they were staring down a month and a half of late nights and weekends with no dad. My wife was frustrated until I told her about the bonus and then she said she'd fill the lonely time making plans to send the kids to Disney World and then find a place for us to spend alone together. The promise of a much needed vacation after this only super charged the butterflies in my stomach further in anticipation of this challenging season ending.
As the assistant foreman I had office and on-site duties. Most of it was coordinating between the two. This included personnel, setting up site security – including guards and cameras to keep urban explorers and vagrants of out the dangerous site and satisfy OSHA hazardous work place safety requirements. The most challenging duty was site prep which included disposal of furnishings, removal of windows and other flourishes of the structure's facade which could become deadly shrapnel during an implosion. Fortunately, despite all of this, the nagging questions about permits and clean-up contracts were already handled by the lawyer. Rohmer's group also waived any rights to furnishings which means they could be unceremoniously hauled out in any way we chose to and disposed of.
Now I suppose some of these things should have came as red flags to me – or at least some one in the company but we all justified it as the group must have connects and short cuts to permits and it was a relatively new building, only about twenty years old in fact and furnishings – whether old or new probably weren't of any antique or sentimental value. All in all these were blessings since they freed our hands a bit and made a near impossible deadline more possible.
Of course the good news came with some bad news. The city engineers forbade us from working at the 28th, 29th, and 30th floors – unless we brought in a separate crew to stabilize those levels first. This was quite the fly in the ointment for the controlled implosion plan we sketched out. The 30th floor wasn't as much of a problem but the 29th floor ballroom and the weakening of the 28th floor meant we can't inspect for how compromised they were by the steel atrium dome. For all we knew if we blew the 27th floor on down the dome could shift and topple over the top three floors outside of the implosion safe zone, imperiling people and nearby structures.
I raised holy hell about it while Tom stood calm. It could take months to stabilize and clear those floors and far more money than I thought our eccentric client would pay in overruns. Jim waved me off mid sentence and simply told me he'd take care of it. That was good enough for Tom so it had to be good enough for me. I went back to my job – securing site and planning drop.
Although we had a problem with the top floor our saving grace lie in the basements. It had a three story subterranean parking garage, a basement level pool, and a utility sub-basement. We could easily smash the first ten or twelve floors into that deep footprint. Also the utility sub-basement gave us a clean cut off from the grid and a fairly convenient way to protect the surrounding grid without interruption. Still, at least part of our team would take have to take three weeks out of our six and change to handle the utilities.
The first week was hectic, they always were but we hit no major snags. By the end of it were on schedule and all of the parts were coming together. We thought maybe, just maybe, we were well on our way to an early Christmas bonus but nothing could prepare us for what was coming.
If you work on a site long enough and work anywhere on the site security reporting chain you're bound to get a few questionable reports from your night guys. Let's face it, for folks who are wake all night five or six nights a week poking around with flashlights chasing shadows, every building every where is haunted. I've been on the site security chain for thirteen years so it was easy for me to dismiss reports from the night guys about unusual glows on gutted floors and stairwells, elevators which moved on their own with no one calling for them or inside when they opened on a random floor, or the security cameras and cellphones constantly going offline on the 27th floor and the utility sub-basement.
I wasn't convinced anything of concern was going on until I got called on site by the test drilling team. This team was responsible for sampling the support materials to determine where it was best to place the explosives and what explosives would be best to use. They reported the interior supports were designed in an unusual way with a honey comb of unorthodox metals and concrete not reported on the building's records or blueprints. Specifically, they reported the concrete was impregnated by some kind of metal veins which gave off a bright shimmer. I was asked to come identify it but they claimed it disappeared by the time I arrived.
I was irate at the team and their supervisor for having me to come on down on site for something that sounded so wrong to begin with. They showed me a grainy cellphone video and told me they would swear on a stack of Bibles the sparkling compound welled up in the test coring like mercury, turned blood red and bled on the floor before disappearing into the torn up carpet. I chastised them for making this up and threatened to get new sub contractors if they kept wasting my time. I spoke with a separate sample team on the lower levels and they too discovered some unusual metal compositions – ones which were different then the ones found the top floors. One of the engineers speculated that the contrast in metals between the top and bottom floors could be cause the building to hold an electrical charge, like a battery or like a capacitor. Either way, the engineer said it would require more explosives than initially thought to take down the structure.
A couple of weeks later we were painfully behind – glass removal in particular was going slow because those contractors claimed they were constantly losing their toys. They also claimed one night to have cleared the top five floors on the east side of all their glass – only for all the windows to appear fully intact the next morning. I was forced to end their sub contract due to misrepresentation of work accomplished.
The glass wasn't the only thing slowing us down. The wire and plumbing removal was hindered by the wires somehow were fused to the pipes and in some places, the pipes were fused to the load-bearing members – we thought maybe it was due to the lightning strikes but that really didn't make sense since all of the wiring and plumbing otherwise seemed to work fine before we turned off the utilities. The only thing going for us was the helicopter loophole. Instead of accessing the 30th floor through the condemned floors we were able to get work teams on the atrium floor by helicopter. The bodies of the 13 were removed before we started working and before the atrium fully collapsed into the ballroom but the teams working on the roof reported many unusual artifacts including stained glass and Greek letters comprised of unusual amalgams of metal.
All of the strangeness culminated in the disappearance of one of the night time security guards named Phillipe. I say disappear because his girlfriend filed a missing persons report with the police and when they came to investigate Tom was busy with the atrium operations so the job fell to me. I walked the investigator through guard's smart phone filed reports from the previous evenings. Admittedly I was behind on my end approving the reports so I was embarrassed when things in the report took a turn. His reports including the same odd glows the others were reporting in the stairwells and seeing metallic veins throb on the walls.
His last reports stuck in my head: Report: Sub-basement 4 clear, 0312. Report: Sub-basement 5 clear, 0305. Report: Sub-basement 6 clear 0237.
His “all clear” reports documented levels of the building which did not exist and the further he went into the areas which did not exist, the automatic timestamps went backwards in time. It made no sense – unless he was confused as to where he was due to intoxication and there was software glitch with the timestamps. I was forced to give the investigator no firm explanation.
It's easy to write off a high security guard – they're flaky by their nature and have plenty of reasons to ghost a part time gig and even to pull prank on their final reports. I almost wrote it all off until I saw his girlfriend – apparently his fiance, handing out missing persons fliers outside of the site gate one morning. She seemed absolutely heartbroken and I got stabbed in the gut thinking maybe this wasn't a ghosting and prank after all. Seeing is believing and the next week I started to believe. Tom was finishing up on the atrium level. We used some heavy lift choppers to remove the rest of the frame and glass. Now we could get a better look into the section which collapsed into the 29th floor. We started by using a series of video drones to investigate the melted twisted dome through the collapsed roof. We quickly learned that the drones were being interfered with as their feed would cut out or their batteries would die almost immediately upon entering the ballroom.
So, we had to cut some corners, against city regulations, we let Tom and two others rappel in from the roof on secured anchored lines with helicopter over watch support. We needed to do this because we needed make sure that collapsed wreckage would not move and potentially change the implosion direction. Tom got twisted in his gear as he tried to lean into one of the holes in the roof. He slipped and fell in, disappearing from sight. We frantically radioed for Tom as the other two workers abandoned their own attempts to peer in and scrambled to Tom's aid. Tom was pulled out of the section uninjured but he appeared to be in shock, he looked wild eyed and shook as he was put on the helicopter and lowered back to ground level. Within minutes, Jim called us back to the office to discuss the near miss.
Two weeks to go and week behind, a missing guard, and now a near fatal accident. That for Jim, was the last straw. Tom and I had run out the rope Jim gave us to hang ourselves with. Jim slammed his hand on his desk as he catastrophized, red in the face, nearly breathless, he yelled we could very well kiss that twenty percent goodbye with the way things are going. He pressured Tom to go on the record after his dip into the structure that the atrium debris ball in the ballroom posed no threat to the implosion. Tom was elsewhere. He stared off in a thousand yard stare before replying to Jim that it posed no threat. Then Tom headed for the door. Jim screamed at him that he wasn't done chew us out but Tom only said he had to get back to it. I supported Tom and followed him. He and I headed back to the site to secure the night shift changes – another night not at home and having a late dinner.
I asked Tom in the car ride back what he saw in there. Tom was fixed in a trance and barely responded. He said it was wild. When we got back to the site, Tom separated from me through the gate while I strolled across the street to grab us some dinner from a street vendor. As I stood around waiting for two gyros and two cokes I could help but be mesmerized by the gutted tower. It seemed to breath in the spotlights inhaling puffs of the dust and dirt on the site and then exhaling it. A faint glow, barely perceivable against the light pollution, seemed to brighten, dim, and fade from the upper floors with each of the building's breaths. I was transfixed on it and it was the first time the building gave me an eerie feeling.
I got back on the site, food in hand, there was a buzz in their air as the night shift streamed in and the day shift streamed out. I barely had my hardhat seated corrected on my head when the site's emergency alarm blew. The interim foreman tossed me a radio as I was swept with him and our site occupational safety and emergency personnel to the basement.
Our increasingly panicked footfalls blotted out the squawk of the radios but I could hear one name again and again in the equally panicked messages – Tom Tom Tom. Whatever was happening was happening to Tom.
We reached the pool level and a trail of gasps proceeded me into the pool. There was Tom in his vest and hardhat face down in the middle of the pool with crimson oozing out him into the cerulean tiles lining the drained pool. We piled in from the ladders and shallow end to get to him. It was apparent when the first folks reached him that he was dead. They hauled him out on a stretcher and to our shock he looked like he had been dead for much longer than possible and his skin was water logged despite there being no water. He had died of fall trauma possibly despite the pool only being six feet deep. The paramedics also claimed he had water in his lungs. Then I noticed he was wearing his rappelling harness weaved in his vest – but that made no sense – he took it and his vest off when we were getting chewed out by Jim. Why would he put his rappelling gear on again.
I was the assistant foreman no more. Now the buck stopped with me. As they took Tom to the morgue we all knew the show must go on – our client demanded it, Jim demanded it and Tom would have wanted it that way. The same police investigator from the guard's disappearance met with me over Tom's death. They said it was standard procedure with work place deaths. I gave him a copy of the footage on an SD card and left the moment after it left my hand.
I had the recording queued up to the time of the commotion. The video we provided had a poor angle and was focused on the door to monitor access – the comings and goings of people. It was shift change so people were filing in and out Tom was somewhere in the crowd. The pool was one of the areas which required both foot patrols and constant video monitoring. I hit the rewind button on accident and watched his body lie there and lie there and then the timestamp sped past the 1900 hour mark. We were in traffic from meeting with Jim at that time. This was impossible but I kept my finger on the rewind button. Around 1400 the camera shakes a bit and there is slight glow reflecting on the doors so I let it play back to the shake. There is a soft green glow and then could hear a heft thud in the room. I gulped knowing that was Tom falling into the pool around the same time he fell into the hole in the roof. The soft glow turned brighter and brighter like a laser shining into the lens – something that wasn't present on the rewind. There was a flash of an incomprehensible shape or form on the screen. I was physically hurt in my eyes like I had just stared into the sun. I was left dazed with the shaped burned into my eyes with each blink. Then the camera system shorted out and a tiny puff of smoke left the memory module. The cameras blinked off wall to wall, the whole system was dead.
With the cameras fried, regulations required someone high in the company to be on site or we'd have to leave for the night. So I stayed knowing we couldn't afford to lose an hour much less an entire night. I circled the pool between approving payrolls and directing the increased security guard traffic required to monitor more areas. I was thinking about what I would say at Tom's funeral. I was thinking about Tom's family and what they would think about his apparent suicide.
I was forced to patrol the rest of the sub-basements as well since most of the guards were at the site perimeters or higher levels. I would have to follow paths of Phillipe, the disappeared guard, and all of the other guards who had mismatched timestamps on their increasingly strange reports. If not for today's incident and the recording of Tom's death, I would have stood fast to the idea that these reports were the product of night jitters and drugs but now, no.
I gritted my teeth as I exited the pool area to patrol the lower levels. I hated this building I muttered to myself. I couldn't wait to see it all rumble. I thought about which part I'd like to keep from the site to place in Tom's casket – then I realized it probably wasn't going to be an open casket funeral. I was lost in my thoughts and hatred for the building as I roamed through the parking garage into the utilities basement. I lost track of where I was as I weaved down stairwells.
I shown my flashlight on the wall and the floor level sign said “Sub-basement 999”. I stopped cold in my tracks. I was hoping it was a prank but I knew it was no prank. Then I thought maybe I'd have some answers. Maybe I would finally see what all the strangeness was about. But then I freaked out about Phillipe's disappearance and turned to run back up the stairwell. I ran up four levels to what I thought was the lobby and I pushed the door open.
My jaw hit the floor when I saw a black and white galaxy – the stars were black and the space was white with gradations of gray. The whole room was just white outer space and the whole universe swirled fast counter clockwise. I tried to breath and when I did the galaxy shrunk before my eyes until it was the size of a tiny of marble and then even smaller to a speck of dust. I reached out as it floated towards me. I stared at the speck in a cold sweat. As I stared, I was looking deeper and deeper into impossible detail. In the dust I found the milky way galaxy, I found our solar system, I found Earth and then I found North America, and then I found myself back in the pool room dripping in sweat.
Time seemed to skip and space was malleable in that hotel. As we approached the deadline to drop it, some jobs which would take hours took days and some jobs which would take days took minutes. The anomalies seemed to swarm tonight and day and yet we pressed on. Tom was buried and I couldn't go.
We met the deadline and the city came out in numbers to watch us drop the thirty floor structure. They gathered nearly two blocks away clad in ponchos and dust masks bracing for the implosion triggered by half a ton of high explosives.
I was so burned out and demoralized. My mantra became “this is for Tom, this is for Tom” and it was the only thing carrying me to this day. I chalked up all the anomalies and even my own experience on 999th sub-basement level as a reaction to shock, loss, grief, and exhaustion.
We were on the thirty minute countdown and Mr. Rohmer's attorney was designated as the trigger man. He stood there with Jim and I in the command trailer with the detonator remote. The remote triggered a two minute countdown on the charges from a master control station in my command trailer. All the charges had to be hardwired old school style because we were getting too much walkie talkie and radio interference from inside the structure for any other method of trigger to be reliable. I was too tried to make a stink about insisting I do it. I just wanted it to be over but suddenly a freak thunderstorm brewed up over the city. The skies were overcast and we were on the verge of having to abort the implosion until the next day – despite the next day being a day past the deadline. If we didn't abort and went through with the implosion, there was a strong chance the shock waves from the blast would bounce back off the lower cloud base and shatter windows and ears across the city.
I sat in my command chair at the perimeter in dismay, almost in tears as it started to rain. I felt my heart drop into the acid of my stomach as I ordered the suspension of the implosion for the day. The lawyer, surprisingly, did not resist. I watched as the crowds dispersed from the viewing lines and police started to permit traffic back through the streets surrounding the site.
Then a group of unauthorized personnel threw open the door of the trailer. They were a mass of men and women clad in pressed white suits, stoney faces with thin maroon lips, one of them carried a white covered book.
The attorney dropped his eyes and head in deference to elderly man at the head of the congregation. The attorney addressed him as Monsignor. The man introduced himself as Monsignor Rohmer and he placed his hand on his attorney, calling him a cousin of the congregation, stating there will be no postponement and no delay.
Rohmer, a man I judged to be in his late 50's or early 60's was bald and covered it with a white derby hat. He was tall, about six five, and thin, so thin his suit fit him like snake half shedding its skin. His was face long and his cheeks thin and worn like a mountain side. His voice was steady and low like waterfall. Everything he said bloomed with authority and confidence. He ordered the building would be dropped in twenty minutes.
I told him I didn't care if he was the owner, the building could not be blown in this weather and I snatched the detonator out of his attorney's hands. Rohmer, moving faster than I believed humanly possible with some kind of martial arts move swiped the detonator from my hands. Simultaneously, he had two of his followers press Jim against the wall. They put him in a sleeper hold and he slumped down to the floor barely getting a word out. Then Rohmer gestured to his flock to follow towards the building.
They left in a fast deliberate almost choreographed walk like a flock of geese flying in formation. I grabbed the radio to get police help but I realized that was hopeless. I watched as our trailer was shrouded in the same interference we experienced in the building's interior. The CCTV monitors flickered out and the radio squawked static. Then I realized Rohmer had no control over the detonation and no way to contact his followers still with us in the command trailer. So I did what I had to and pulled the master key out of the master detonator in the command trailer and chased after the flock. I needed to know what was happening I needed to see with my own eyes what all of this was all about.
The Congregation had reached the lobby and I saw the trailing end of the clad white congregate into the stairwell. I darted at my best speed to follow them.
I reached the stair well door. I found Rohmer standing on the top step, apparently waiting for me. I was out of breath while he began to speak to me in his booming voice. He explained to me that if the building did not fall in the next twenty minutes, all of Earth would be pulled, sucked, inside out and down through the building into the black and white universe. The entire building, but especially the atrium dome, he continued, was designed and built to create and then temporarily contain an impossible shape, a living form, a 4 dimensional object, a tesseract, when struck by lightning in the presence of thirteen self-sacrificial Congregate members. This shape would slowly expand and cause space and time anomalies before growing so large inside compared to its size would pull us all into place with no life.
The shape was still in the process of forming even as we spoke, he said. It would reach critical mass and dimensional contortion and the only way to stop it was to disfigure and crush it in the hotel's collapse. He led me into the pool level where his entire congregation was sitting cross-legged where Tom fell. A green pulse, like a laser, came down from the ceiling into the group's center, where their white book lay open on blank pages. I had a feeling this glow was being projected down from the ballroom where the dome of the atrium was taking its final fourth dimensional form.
After a loud chant from the white clad followers, the book slammed shut and turned from a brilliant white shimming cover to one black as night. As they passed around book, their white suits turned black and the formed a single file line. Rohmer left my side and pulled the detonator from his suit. He showed it me and tossed it at me. In my panic I reached out with both hands to catch it but I forgot I still had the master key in my sweat slick hand and it fly out and fell at the foot of Rohmer.
I asked what he planned to do with the key without a lock and a jammed detonator. Rohmer bent down and grabbed the key and looked me without a hint of concern. He took the new black book into his hands and opened it facing the wall of the pool. A new green pulse launched from the book and flickered on the tiles. An octagonal outline appeared to frame a hazy image of a tropical beach. One by one Rohmer's congregation walked into the side of the pool, into glow and seemed to arrive safely on the otherside of the beach.
Once all his compatriots were on the beach, he turned a page in the book and reopened it, projecting another octagon portal on the side of the pool. I could see his destination – it was the command trailer. He stepped through portal and yelled to me from the other side that I had two minutes. The portal sealed.
I could hear the warning sirens we installed going off above me. Needless to say, I made it out, just barely. I reached the perimeter fence screaming to anyone who was in ear shot to run away. The building imploded as planned but I was caught in the dust cloud and developed tinnitus severe enough to be comparable with combat veterans.
The shock waves from the explosions were reflected off the cloud base and channeled down the street by other skyscrapers. Virtually every window in a two block radius around the site was shattered and hundreds of people were hurt in the resulting stampede and vehicle collisions caused by fleeing from the flying glass cascade. Parts of downtown looked like a war zone for weeks afterward.
Rohmer and the rest of his group, including the lawyer, had disappeared out of the trailer in another portal leaving a suitcase of gold equaling the twenty percent promised. Our company was fined, sued, and threatened with criminal charges and eventually put of business. There wasn't much left after paying the cities fines and lawyer fees.
Though I was spared any direct sanctions, I forced into an early retirement. I've had time to research Rohmer's group. There are at least six mentions of figures like Rohmer on the deepest parts of the conspiracy web. They seem to show up at a locale experiencing paranormal activity with a white book and then leave with a black book. Their departure usually marks the end of any strangeness. I can't be sure but this congregation seems to be summon demons, which they exorcise, by trapping them in their books. Trapping maybe a poor term to use since, as in the case of the Grazer hotel encounter, they can apparently cleanse the anomalies and then use the book containing them to weaponize a portion of the traits of whatever their unholy creations posses.
I suspect Rohmer and his congregation, now with the ability to teleport, are accelerating their plans, to whatever ends these paranormal means enable them.
Theo Plesha - Sequel to "Flush" by Theo Plesha on The Chilling App

Our nanny informed us yesterday she will be leaving to go back to her home country on Monday. She was pretty vague about details and I want to respect her privacy so I just asked if it was us and she said no and started crying, said she loved our LO, but she has to go back and take care of some things & doesn’t know when she’ll be back.
She’s our 4th nanny. The first was a family friend who was going to watch my LO and my niece, who are 3 mo apart. It was too much to watch both and bc she had a relationship w my sister in law, she went with them. The second and third were found on care.com. The second wasn’tbad, but she claimed to have gotten into a car accident and couldn’t work for two weeks - in reality when on tour with her boyfriend. The third sucked, I let her go. our current was by far the best, our daughter loves her, we do too, and I’m just sad and defeated. I don’t want a revolving door of Nannies, I can’t send her to daycare.. I have major anxiety… and I didn’t plan on quitting this week. I make decent money even though more than half was going to the nanny, I’m in a good spot at work and havepotential to earn more.
I’m also 20 weeks pregnant. I was hoping to make it to maternity leave, but I’m not sure now.

Hopefully, the title is straightforward, but I basically have two questions:

1. I'm moving to SF so I don't need my car anymore, which is currently located and titled in SC. It's White, 60k miles, no accidents, has some OEM accessory upgrades like heated steering wheel, puddle lights, footwell lights, etc. Will I see a significant increase in the amount I can sell it to a place like CarMax if I drive it out to CA?
2. I had a professional car audio shop replace the entire sound system with high-end speakers as well as add lots of sound deadening --- it's a really incredible system for anyone who appreciates audio. Trouble is, that might be both a problem for selling to CarMax, as well as a potential increase in the total if I managed to find a private buyer. Do you think that's going to make it worth private listing? Or is it not worth trying to get a few thousand extra?

Thanks for any advice!

She was in a car accident and got hit by someone going 90mph and hit her head on. Was on 33 medications at one point after the accident and now she has been 10 years recovered and on only on 3 medications now. I’ve known her half my life and we dated shortly after her accident then had barely any communication and did not see each other in 10 years until she popped back into my life so unexpectedly. I love her with all my heart I just have no idea what to do at this point. She has been extremely manic and just speaking without any control of what she’s saying and saying things that do not make any sense and speaking so rapidly and cannot sit still or relax. Yesterday she was so manic and wild that when she finally stopped speaking and doing things she started shaking and looked like she was maybe even gonna pass out. I am very worried. Don’t know what to do

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Hi, there. Lands of distant and eternal skies.
This is non other than a message.
Remember this text, when you're failing all and growing tired of a life that's fulfilled with barbaries, hate speeches at the least, and hateful doings non at last.
I am one person. And I am lonely. And so all of us are. It's no different - it's just that it is not so so a neutral feeling as much as it also is.
When you say something is lonesome, it means it creates distance. Which could be between you and others, or between someone else and the ones that love him or that he himself loves to death.
Notice: this written message is not a footprint of someone of more importance than you. I'm just a carrier, of a message, as you indeed are.
It's just that I've lived a quarter of my full life (expections-based) and have known nothing else but loneliness.
It's not either that I suffered it, it was like it was definitely a part of me. And I feel like, going onwards towards a life that's full of fake and hidden chemistry between us all, is nothing but another step towards depriving myself of what I always have been.
And what I mean with this is:
A lonely kid; With delusional thoughts; About a world that's too big for him; Even in his wildest dreams. 'Cause I also am a daydreamer.
But it doesn't end there.
Actually, that's quite the beginning of it all.
Daydreaming is putting to rest that side of you... No, that YOU, who is nothing else if not loneliness. It means that when I do my imaginary stuff in my own head, I fulfill my doings with all crazy things which make me feel, less, isolated.
But in turn I have to admit. It was never a fun experience. Because I truly never left, that lonesome spirit of mine. And so I give meaning to it, and so it gives meaning to me.
In a sense, it's like I am a container of a light. A light so light (pardon me for the game of words I played) that it could fly away without a closing, around all of it. And this light, oh, it carries all that we've dreamt of and lived for. But... The only way to achieve this lightness, - and yes, you can get it - is by making mistakes that break you free of this shell, breaking it down, piece by piece, even if this means, suffering at each piece of full suffering cost.
In a way, we are light bringers who also inevitably bring everywhere we go a path of desecrated and vendicative dead nature, that, if someone else got at anytime, the chance to study - if it was the most exact ever analysis in existence -, he could read piece by piece, and step by step, the story of each one of the shattered shells' owners who once walked right there.
And know every detail, every lost and forgotten memory, whether bad or good, of the past traveler whom once at a time ago, travelled there with no hesitation, but with one sure motivation:
It was to seek others and to make everything better.
Now listen closely: I am no one at the end of the day. I'm just a guy at the start of my twenties with little experience of the real world, and an abyss of investment in my thoughts about the same world, that even if I lived not so much, I inevitably think of cause that's just how it is.
I lost my dad in the end of December 2016 due to a fatal and unexpected car accident, with him giving away his life with no other hope of salvation; and us all experiencing a trauma so big, that eventually (at least for me), brought internally a peace so big, to make me at least get rid of all the hate one dares to throw into the world.
If you ask me, I am no one. But this doesn't make me proud to become someone. Because it may be that same someone, so successful and so talented, that, with a twist of fate and events in ones life, could come to bring so much pain and hate towards everything, including himself, his future self.
That's also a reason I fear to become someone.
The power you could have in your hands, is too much anyways to handle all alone.
But, unfortunately We are all alone
From the date, of our birth.

Hi everyone,
I thought I'd post it in here since I was interested if you guys also have ever experienced a loss in sexual attraction with your FWB. A little backstory here:
4 months ago I started a FWB type relationship with this guy. We had amazing sexual chemistry, I honestly have never experienced this much sexual chemistry with anyone. We also hit it off as friends since we also had that chemistry, it was all super fun. We saw eachother every week on the weekends, he stayed for three days (he lives a 3hr drive away). The first few months he also told me that he could see us getting into a relationship, I just ignored that. He got me a birthday gift and helped a lot around the house, cleaning and in the garden fixing the fence. Besides this we could also talk a lot about our emotions and he was actually helping me with my body dysmorphia and abusive past.
One month ago things started to change, I felt like I needed to do more to get his attention. Around three weeks ago, I was involved in a car accident which left me completely in shock those two days after. Unfortunately it happened when he was staying over at my house. He was super sweet about, no pressure to have sex. Last weekend we both were just super stressed about life in general and we argued a lot, like the entire weekend. We brought out the worst in eachother that weekend. But, we cleared the air and I thought that we were good. Then he called me yesterday to tell me that he has lost sexual attraction to me. He still finds me beautiful and likes me as a friend, but he told me that the past few weeks he wanted sex, but not with me. It does nothing to him if he would see me in lingerie.
So... this really hit me like a bomb. I did not see this coming and I honestly discovered that I was slowly falling for him and this honestly hurts so much. He explained to me that either he is 24/7 thinking about someone or he is attracted super fast in the beginning and it's gone super fast. He told me it's not about my body and that he doesn't know how it happened. He really wants to be friends still, but I told him that I just can't do that right now. We decided to leave it off at if one of us wants contact they call or text and that's it...
Has one of you ever lost interest like this in a FWB?

Hi everyone,
I (F26) thought I'd post it in here since I was interested if you guys also have ever experienced a loss in sexual attraction with your FWB. A little backstory here:
4 months ago I started a FWB type relationship with this guy (M21). We had amazing sexual chemistry, I honestly have never experienced this much sexual chemistry with anyone. We also hit it off as friends since we also had that chemistry, it was all super fun. We saw eachother every week on the weekends, he stayed for three days (he lives a 3hr drive away). The first few months he also told me that he could see us getting into a relationship, I just ignored that. He got me a birthday gift and helped a lot around the house, cleaning and in the garden fixing the fence. Besides this we could also talk a lot about our emotions and he was actually helping me with my body dysmorphia and abusive past.
One month ago things started to change, I felt like I needed to do more to get his attention. Around three weeks ago, I was involved in a car accident which left me completely in shock those two days after. Unfortunately it happened when he was staying over at my house. He was super sweet about, no pressure to have sex. Last weekend we both were just super stressed about life in general and we argued a lot, like the entire weekend. We brought out the worst in eachother that weekend. But, we cleared the air and I thought that we were good. Then he called me yesterday to tell me that he has lost sexual attraction to me. He still finds me beautiful and likes me as a friend, but he told me that the past few weeks he wanted sex, but not with me. It does nothing to him if he would see me in lingerie.
So... this really hit me like a bomb. I did not see this coming and I honestly discovered that I was slowly falling for him and this honestly hurts so much. He explained to me that either he is 24/7 thinking about someone or he is attracted super fast in the beginning and it's gone super fast. He really wants to be friends still, but I told him that I just can't do that right now. We decided to leave it off at if one of us wants contact they call or text and that's it...
Has one of you ever lost interest like this in a FWB? Is this common?