Called the VA crisis line a while back, talked to a case worker and they told me they'd have someone pick me up. A little while later I get a knock on the door from a city cop with his holster unbuckled there to take me to the psych ward of our local shitty hospital.

Spent three days in what essentially was One Flew Over except my nurse Ratchet was a part time psychiatrist that didn't completely speak English, and was a total dick.

Ended up checking myself out because nothing was being accomplished there beside morning calisthenics. Later that week, I got a bill from the hospital for $1200, and the VA said they wouldn't cover it because I didn't call it in within 72 hours... Even though it was a VA rep that started the process, and it was related to a service-connected injury (PTSD).

This was over ten years ago, but it's comforting to know some things never change.

Even if it's just a gesture, those people deserve more than they got.

Brutal op-ed

That cow has seen some shit.

I've met two. Used to work with them on a ranch when I was a kid. Cool guys, wouldn't live in the same place for more than three months.

One of the dudes carried around a tiny TV with a built in VHS and a handful of movies. The other guy was just heading South, I think maybe going to Mexico.

When they decided to move on they just left, no goodbyes or heads up.. just gone one day.

DNR

When god gives you lemons, you FIND A NEW GOD!!

You can get open box, unused steelcase chairs on eBay for cheaper than "gaming" chairs, BTW. There's no reason to buy those abominations.

I think it's just a joke.

I used to work next to small commercial bakery, and they would give us stuff from time to time if it was near the sell-by date and they hadn't scheduled a shipment.

One day they gave us some of those tiny vending packs of muffins, the ones with two little colorful things in plastic. They were awful. So bad we bet that even the ants wouldn't touch them if we left it out.

It's been three years now and that muffin is still there, identical to the day we set it down (not counting the dust).

Not saying they're wrong to do this, but this is exactly what's keeping Linux in the 1%.

Rape is so funny!

Take the blanket, move to Antarctica with laptop and star link, never be bothered again.

Never asked them directly, figured they tell me if they wanted to but it never came up.

Nothing notably odd outside of their lifestyle. Neither one did drugs or drank. The VHS guy crashed in the ranch manager's garage, which was my neighbor, so I'd chill with him and watch movie sometimes. They both had a great sense of humor.

They showed up to work on time everyday, worked hard, and just did normal stuff off-hours. No reason they couldn't stay in one place as far as I could tell. I was 17 at the time, so I could have missed some cues, but nothing made them stand out.

We all made $5.25 under the table and got free lunch. It was a pretty good gig for a teenager and someone that didn't care about taxes. I guess once they got enough money under their belt to move on, they did.

That vendor story was so greasy it reminded me to take a shower.

Journalistic integrity doesn't pay the yacht club dues, Lawrence.

I got a Chihuahua instead. If it's something out of the ordinary, she'll bark. Oh, she will certainly bark.

Leazel sound githyanki

Jean Baptiste. Emmanuel. Zorg.

please. SIT. on my FACE