I grew up in the city. My parents were punks. I lived in the city my whole life. I’m out in the hills now in my isolation. I get to interact with the people the left kind of ignores. I’m a tradesman. I work with and interact with a lot of well meaning smart but under educated people that get written off as nazis pretty much by alot of my peers. Now I’m not saying they are right, I’m just saying they’re working class and have the same immediate goals, they just happened to be indoctrinated af by the entire system around them and haven’t experienced different. Most mean well ime and good conversation is not out of the question. Hopefully we can avoid a potential masacre. I’d like to think my small interactions are making some tiny wave for the future. Progress is slow. I personally can’t live in the city anymore.

Im not good at many things, but I can sure hack.

Sun shower here in PA

In my very humble opinion the worst hell get is a retirement deal in Mar a Lago. Some extra security? A bigger fence perhaps.

When I first came over i dove head first into it and it wasn’t that bad. Just well read, polite extremists I guess. Lot of issues on the left it seems. 🥱

We are all sorting down to our social placements. Perhaps you are infact a tankie! 🧐

That behavior is kinda shameful lol

Literally no. Just a wild ass snippet of life for you.

Hear hear!!

Doesn’t matter if it’s science math or God. It’s all the same shit to me. The things I have words for and the rest is poetry… How much do you appreciate that little mechanism? How do you experience physics? That’s up to you. Life is weird af and gots lots of soul IME.

I appreciate experience itself above all. I been through some bs in my time, and have become fairly jaded in the process, but I have learned to appreciate every feeling I get to experience for what it is. Anything past dead is icing for me. Not everyday, but I try.

I’ve unknowingly injected some wild ass noids in my time. Not fun, super dangerous. The real bad time, I luckily got warned before hand. Ended up copping something else cause there were ambulances everywhere and people freaking out all over the street, so yea, something told me not to. Whew.

Me passionate about life!

Your not alone. Same here. Lots of ideas round here.

I’m gonna go chocolate. Certain things I prefer vanilla though. Like vanilla fudge is the shit. But ice cream I’m going chocolate.

My court ordered rehab was putting dudes w >1year clean time on suboxone.

It was a grift, the profitization of the Healthcare and criminal justice system.

I went there after jail, and it just felt like an extension of county jail. So it was “better than jail” but never quite felt like rehab. Largely dependent on the community vibe. One person could throw a wrench in it.

Ultimately I had found change before I ever got to the rehab. The rehab was more like a ridiculous reality TV side bonus to getting my real freedom back.

My experience was overall good. Not from the program or facility itself, but cause of the human connections I made.

The rehab was a really shitty, state run thing mostly for parolees.

They were putting people w mad clean time on suboxone etc. So it was a big grift on multiple levels.

Alot of their practices I did not agree with.

Ultimately it was not the rehab, but what I found within myself that helped me and I’m not sure the rehab actually provided that spark at all. It was a long time coming for me personally.

The entire experience was actually really funny and I look back on it fondly. Very surreal.