Posts by nimblemarlin80

Timothy Cox2 said:There are certain bands and singers we live for—artists we’d jump at the chance to see live. But let’s be real: not all concerts carry the same weight. Even a single song doesn't hit with the same intensity when played in one city versus another. It’s a different beast entirely.
I’ll pull out two specific concerts that I consider essential, along with their locations.
1. Metallica - Whiskey in The jar - Dublin 2.
2. Metallica - Whiskey in The jar - Dublin 2 - Moscow - In Moscow, obviously.

🙏

Adding this too.
Metallica in Moscow '91.
[Video Link] Enter Sandman 😍

Gary Palmer8 said:If you've already processed everything, what were the actual results?

It’s H. pylori—everything else seems fine.😕
He was put on triple therapy for it along with some kind of corticosteroid cream.
Right now, things look slightly better. But let's be real: it’s steroids, so of course the dermatitis is receding. It's a temporary fix. We'll see what happens once the treatment course actually ends.
I haven't found a single case online where H. pylori causes skin issues like this.

The dermatologist's approach is completely opaque. Instead of running the necessary tests, they just offer these vague, peripheral observations.😲

Does anyone actually realize that when you show up with intermittent red, scaly patches, a dermatologist might send you straight for a gastroscopy and an ultrasound? The diagnosis is some version of dermatitis—psoriasis-form or nummular—and the doctor just adds this little parting gift: "At least it's not psoriasis..." 😕 They won't even commit to a clear answer until those test results come back.

We're talking about a 52-year-old male here.

Need help. 😢

Melissa Perez10 said:Regardless, there is no way I would just "freely" let my child do drugs!

Well, obviously you wouldn't. The age of majority isn't some arbitrary number pulled out of thin air. In the States, we have 18, and I don't think the legal drinking age of 21 was set without reason either. Once someone starts living on their own, that's a different story—even if a parent cares enough to look out for them for life.
My oldest smokes weed occasionally, and at this point, there isn't much I can do about it... he's an adult, finishing up his degree soon and all that... but I never miss a chance to remind him that, eventually, his brain is going to turn into mush. 😠

placidranger said:Of course they’ll have freedom.

I started smoking back in 8th grade. My mother was absolutely livid... but obviously, nobody could stop it. I’d walk through the door smelling like an ash tray, get a beating, and then run to the bathroom to light up. Twenty years later, when I was finally quitting, I was actually cursing my mother for not killing the urge in me when I first started. It would have saved me from this whole withdrawal nightmare.
I had a friend who had about 90% more freedom than I did—socially, everything. Her parents didn't even fight her on smoking during high school (which was our number one vice back then). She just quit recently, and she used all that freedom wisely. She actually enjoyed her childhood and her youth. Me? All I had were restrictions. So, at 18, I moved out and started living on my own, much to my parents' horror, and we've been at odds ever since.
Then there's the son of a woman who worked with my mom. He was raised strictly "by the book"—lots of talking, understanding, giving him freedom and respecting his choices. I spent my entire childhood envying him. Fast forward to now: the guy has tried every known drug rehab method under the sun, bounced through every prison in the US... honestly, I don't even know if he's still alive. He robbed his own parents four times. A total inventory—he took everything in that house that wasn't bolted down.

Nobody actually knows how to raise kids. It's a lottery. 🙄

That's why debating "freedom" versus "restrictions" is idiotic. If you're advocating for absolute freedom, then fine—let a 16-year-old get blackout drunk. He wants to, right? If we're talking about freedom, let him destroy his liver or his brain with drugs before he turns 18.
You need to put yourself in the shoes of a parent watching their kid spiral. Then you'll understand the doubt, the fear, and the pure panic... if you actually give a damn about your child.

Charles Young said:Yeah, things seem a bit more balanced these days.

My generation—the class of '82 and those following—was definitely the worst of the lot.
The last of the true pioneers. 🤣

I don't know why, but I feel like I've managed to soften your hardcore stances just a little... because prejudice is honestly the worst thing you can carry. Especially when it’s preserved in a jar like some kind of relic. 🙂

@nimblemarlin80
Hitting 150 on the interstate isn't unsafe per se. 🙂 It all depends on the road conditions, doesn't it? 🙂

Give me a break. You probably aren't even a Driver, so you’re just talking nonsense.
Speed limits on the interstate exist for a reason. Blasting down the highway at 150 mph is reckless and plain dangerous. You’ve got other drivers out there who physically cannot maintain those kinds of speeds, and when you're flying past them like they're standing still, you're asking for a disaster. It's basic logic.
To be blunt: I’ve been there. My old man was behind the wheel of a Chevy Corsa, trying to overtake three massive semi-trucks at about 100 mph. Suddenly, out of nowhere, some absolute lunatic appears in the rearview mirror, flying at what felt like 130 mph. He didn't just pass us; he materialized. I will never forget those twenty seconds of pure adrenaline. We were halfway past that line of rigs when this guy comes barreling toward us like a maniac, and we’re effectively boxed in. There’s nowhere to go. Seeing him slam on his brakes at that speed looked nothing short of catastrophic. A Corsa isn't built to hit 150, let alone deal with someone driving like they have a death wish. Most cars—and honestly, most drivers—simply aren't capable of handling that kind of insanity.
I honestly have no idea how we managed to pull through to this point.
People driving like maniacs on the interstate—even if they're practically handcuffed to the wheel—are a menace. 🙄 I’d strip his license, impound the car, and throw him straight in jail. There’s no other way to handle it. He had my sister sitting right there in the backseat with her two-month-old baby. Absolute madness.
So you'd just stand there making sure the kid's shoelaces are tied perfectly while everything else goes to hell. 😬

Charles Young said:@nimblemarlin80
The highway will be used by 🤣 I forgot to type it in.

To be clear, I’m not talking about testing drugs as such.
I mean moderate, sensible usage.

Drugs aren't inherently bad; it's the person who overdoes it that's the problem.
It all comes down to moderation... and being educated on the subject.

Personally, I think underage drinking in high schools—which we treat as legal and "acceptable"—along with the obsession with trashy pop music and general artistic pretentiousness, poses a much bigger threat than a joint or heaven forbid some ecstasy.

I wasn't even thinking they'd be tearing through Central Park🙄

Adam Williams2 said:But how do you explain why it’s always the small-timers getting caught on wires instead of the big fish??? I guess it happens in stages through some kind of hierarchy... if you've never been in that scene, you probably wouldn't know 😉

Since this guy decided to give it a shot, maybe I'd suggest he tries speed if he won't touch weed. Honestly, if anything, speed in the States is such garbage that maybe he'll realize that too and just quit wasting his money and stick to drinking instead 🙏 🙏 😬

Come on, quit being so dismissive.😬
The police officer who arrested my son behind the high school—over a joint that barely even had traces of marijuana in it—was wearing clothes worth more than all the furniture in my house.🙄
Do I really need to say more? Or do you need me to draw you a picture?😬

You want to know what the absolute worst part is when addiction takes over and someone spirals out of control?

Look, there are all kinds of people out there—good and bad. But addicts aren't "good" or "bad" people anymore. They’re just addicts. Their character, their personality, everything they once were... it all evaporates. Nothing matters except hitting that daily dose. Any decision they make isn't a human one; it’s stripped of any personality or traits they used to have. Every single choice leads back to one singular goal. That’s the tragedy. A person just vanishes.

You see glimpses of it with smokers, too. If you run out of cigarettes and can't find a shop, you're screwed 🙄. Or with alcoholics. But even then, smokers rarely rob a convenience store, and an alcoholic might actually manage to scrape through a day without a drink. An addict? An addict will hunt for that fix until they find it, no matter what. That’s the horror of it... the reality of that "delta" frequency 🙄—you simply cease to exist as a person.

Charles Young said:Comparison for pets. 🤣

This is pretty much what I expected...
Just your typical corporate canned response.

If I saw someone next to me trying to fly a car at 150 mph, I’d tell them to buckle up and watch their step... but you? You’d just call in the highway patrol? 🙂

😬 😬 😬

The highway patrol? Why? Because then we can rest easy knowing he’s buckled up and being "careful." And if he accidentally wipes out a family or two in the process—well, screw it. Just collateral damage. 🙄
As long as he’s wearing his seatbelt, right? 🤣

Charles Young said:Here we go again with these preachers. I noticed some posts have vanished too 🙂

The whole point of this thread is that this kid has ALREADY DECIDED to use drugs, and he came here asking for advice.
The title says it all: "I'm going to try drugs." Not "should I," but "I am going to."

The real issue with this community is the total lack of practical guidance for someone who has actually made up their mind.
I bet you'd all be just as against handing out clean needles to addicts, wouldn't you?
With these conservative attitudes—I’d even go as far as calling it sheer stupidity—you're just making things worse. Even if you think you're doing it for your own "cause."

And just to be clear, I don't sell drugs in front of schools. I never have, and I never will. I'm not your enemy.
In schools, it's peers and classmates doing the selling, not some shady characters from the outskirts of town.

But when someone asks for advice on something they ARE GOING TO DO, I''t tell them not to do it (because clearly, the decision is made and arguing is pointless). Instead, I tell them how to get through it with the least amount of damage...

Come on, quit messing around. Get serious. 🙄
His peers and colleagues picked up that junk from other kids, who in turn got it straight from Peter Pan. It’s a textbook case of a bottomless pit of nothingness. 🙄
Unbelievable. 😬

Charles Young said:Look, whether you're out on the islands or just living in a small town, there are two fundamental problems that always crop up.

The youth are bored. Plain and simple. There’s a massive disconnect between what they actually care about and the garbage being shoved down their throats in the news and online. They read the headlines, they browse the feeds, and find absolutely nothing that resonates. It's a total void.
The "know-it-all" syndrome. It’s an epidemic. Personally, I find it absolutely repulsive, yet there are people out there who actually embrace it and nurse it like a prized possession. In my book, it isn't just annoying—it's toxic.

It comes down to exactly the same reasons I mentioned before—points one and two. It’s why you see so many young people across this country turning to hard drugs. And let me be clear: I'm talking about the heavy stuff. Hard drugs.
The situation out there is a different beast entirely compared to what you see in the major cities. I can think of a few specific cases that prove my point.
It’s not even about the drugs themselves. It isn't about the substance. It’s the environment. It's the setting and the mindset of the people around them. When someone finds themselves in a situation that doesn't fit who they are, they look for a quick fix. That's the reality.

Middle schools are a disaster zone. I’ll give you that. But let's be real—even in these tiny, rural backwater towns, there’s a segment of the youth that isn't out there getting high. It comes down to character. Or maybe it’s how they were raised. There are a million different variables that shape who a person turns out to be.
You can talk about mindset all you want, but here’s the reality: these "mental frameworks" people brag about are usually forged during the exact moments they're getting wasted, high, or just generally losing their grip on reality. They chase those little spikes of altered consciousness—those "trips"—as if that's some profound experience. Why? Because in this culture, the only way to stay relevant is to blur your vision. Take my goddaughter, for example. She’s seventeen and lives for the party scene. Honestly, she’s got enough energy to knock a grown man off his feet, yet there I am, heading to the office in the morning while she’s creeping back into the house, completely hammered and out of her mind. She’s a wonderful kid, really, but I’ve told her I’m going to take a photo of her one day just so she can see what she actually looks like at 8:00 AM when she rolls in from God-knows-where. I’ve started fighting this battle, but it’s exhausting. It breaks my heart. Life is passing her by, and her entire philosophy boils down to clouding her perception of the world because, apparently, reality is just too boring to face sober.

Look, nimblemarlin80, no offense intended, but do you honestly believe your son didn't come into contact with drugs while staying at his grandparents' place? If there was any presence of it there—no matter how minimal—then it’s definitely present there now. Drugs are everywhere. It’s refreshing to see someone else finally acknowledging the reality of this situation. In my view, the number of kids using drugs is essentially equal to the number of kids just heavy drinking; maybe there's a tiny percentage difference, but who cares? It all leads to the same place: a coma.

He definitely stepped into it on purpose. Nobody forced his hand; he had options. He moved to a massive city like New York or LA where you actually get to choose your circle, but he couldn't do that here. You are exactly who you surround yourself with. That’s just how it works.
It's his final year of college. He’s still smoking weed, though he keeps it within reasonable limits—never really ventured into the heavy stuff. He popped some ecstasy a couple of times, then moved on and managed to actually grow up. From here on out, it’s entirely on him, but honestly, his horizons are probably wider now because of it.
I did what I felt was necessary at the time. I have no regrets.
At this point, his life is entirely in his own hands.

Angela Wright said:Pardon my French, but you are a complete loser! My keyboard is practically crawling with the nonsense being spewed by you and people just like you.🙂

Look, since you’re such a genius, why don't you give me some advice? How about telling me how to convince the bureaucrats at Medicare not to lie to my mother and others fighting brain tumors? How do I make them stop denying her another dose of Temodal? They claim it doesn't work for recurrences, yet we have top-tier specialists sending us interpretations from Houston confirming it's the only way to help her and that it's standard practice everywhere else in the world—except here, in this pathetic excuse for a country where Medicare wastes money on losers like you who think they know the "right" way to get high, providing massive payouts for methadone once you realize you screwed up and got hooked, not to mention all the useless institutional therapies, psychologists for you and your family, and all that other garbage!

See, you moron, my mother didn't choose her illness, but you and your kind choose yours, and then you still get to play the "poor victim" to get assistance that my mother can only dream of!

I’m all for legalization, but if we go that route, I’m also for cutting off all government assistance for addiction. Go get high until sunrise for all I care.🙂 🙂

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I live on an island where junkies are treated like VIPs. You see them everywhere—in the graveyards and out on the streets. As far as I'm concerned, let it all be legal. If someone wants to ruin their life, let them.

In the winter, I'm stuck in an urgent care clinic packed with kids suffering from the flu. There are five or six of them waiting in line—and of course, we're all stuck behind them because you have to let kids with fevers go first. Then, some addict couple storms in, cutting right to the front of the line just because "she's going through withdrawals." The kids are gagging and crying, but what can you do? One father actually tried to assault the doctor and the nurse (he only managed to knock one syringe 🙄 off the tray before being shut down), and he just got a verbal lashing from the nurse... as if he didn't deserve it. 🙄 🙄 🙄 People really don't know who they're messing with... 😕

Thanks... I’ll definitely give everything you suggested a shot. I tried using an Avon nail treatment before, but after a week of following the regimen, it didn't do much of anything. My nails have always been soft and prone to peeling—it's basically been my reality for as long as I can remember.

Kate Cox2 said:

I haven't seen any recent posts from Patrick Anderson3 regarding this topic. It feels like there’s been a bit of a lull in the discussion lately! kaže:
So, let me get this straight—you’re telling me you just pour a little olive oil into a small cup and soak your nails in it once a day? That's really the whole routine? 😬 I might just have to give it a shot; I’m honestly reaching a point of total desperation. 😢

I would typically soak my nails for about 5 to 10 minutes—or however long I could manage to sit there doing absolutely nothing. You can't exactly run around the house with greasy hands, can you? Once that time was up, I’d just take a paper towel and wipe away any excess so it wouldn't drip everywhere. As for whatever ended up on my skin, I’d simply massage it back into my nails and cuticles. Then, after a quick wash with soap, I’d finish off by applying a standard moisturizer.

To be honest, that really saved my life! I’ve actually shifted my routine to just once a week now. I always keep a little jar of jojoba oil sitting right on my kitchen counter specifically for this purpose—that way, I don't have to go wasting my good, fresh oil every single time I need a quick touch-up.
I personally can't stand mixing lemon juice directly into my oils—it always leaves behind such an unsightly residue that I just can't abide. However, I do make a point to perform a specialized scrub once a week using sugar and about half a lemon. I massage it thoroughly into my hands and then slip on some plastic gloves to let it sit for about ten minutes. While it feels like any other exfoliant, there is a distinct difference here: the lemon works wonders at fading those stubborn dark spots, while the sugar ensures the skin stays perfectly hydrated.

In my personal experience, you simply won't find any drugstore cream that can truly stand in for these exfoliants.

How long does it actually take to see any real progress with this kind of treatment? A week? Two weeks? Or am I looking at a much longer haul?
It would be common sense, wouldn't it? You shouldn't be applying polish during that window.

What kind of sci-fi justice movie have you been watching? 🙄 Every court recognizes mitigating circumstances; they weigh them before handing down a sentence.
You’re suggesting we should slash the penalty for a first-time offender just as heavily as someone who treats breaking the law like a daily routine? That’s nonsensical. Those distinctions are fundamental to the legal process.

God works through many channels, and that includes the judiciary. At the end of the day, judges are His creations. 😬

hollowtrucker77 said:Well, if you don't feel guilty, then I guess everything is just fine.
🙂
😉

Look, I genuinely didn't feel guilty. In those twenty days alone, I drove that car three times. Twice was just shuttling it back and forth from the mechanic. The third time? I was just heading to a grocery store out near 1.9 miles because I had to move some chairs. Then, boom—out of nowhere, this twenty-year veteran cop in a leather jacket pops out from around a corner, acting all high and mighty about handing me a ticket for $3.00. Give me a break... I’ve never even had a speeding ticket in my life. I drive like a sane person, strictly following every limit, sticking to every rule, headlights on, zero accidents—and I’ve been driving since I was 18, which means two full decades behind the wheel. To make matters worse, I was already planning to go get the car inspected the next day because I needed my paycheck to clear. That one moment almost cost me nearly two paychecks. First, they went after my husband since he’s the owner, then they came for me as the driver. Thank God I had a sharp lawyer on my side; otherwise, I would've lost money I had no business paying in the first place.
The judge asked if I felt guilty. I told her—I only feel guilty that they caught me. Around here, half the cars on the road are running on fake plates; there's no way they'd pass an inspection even with five seatbelts, yet they choose to nail me 😁
I still think the whole thing was unfair... and honestly, I believe God was on my side 😬

walter said:But when they take away one spot and pull me over in my old Buffalo for speeding—which happened a few years back—then God will settle the score.

A few years ago, I ended up losing my plates because my registration expired by twenty days. Honestly, it was a simple matter of needing to fix some issues with the car and just not having the cash for both the repairs and the registration at once. I was waiting for my paycheck to clear so I could write the checks and get to the DMV. The officer—been on the force about twenty years, riding a motorcycle—basically told me to chill out when I tried to plead my case 😁 ...he just said, "Ma'am, get a grip!" Whatever. He stripped my plates without much discussion, and I had the registration sorted and the plates back the very next day.
However, once the tickets started rolling in... honestly, it would have been cheaper if I’d actually killed someone. They hit me with everything under the sun... road safety laws, insurance regulations, misdemeanor codes, you name it... basically, the whole ordeal cost me around $3000.

Appealing an appeal... or rather, filing an objection to the objection... I didn't pay a dime. My objection followed my lawyer friend's advice—claiming I wasn't even there, they didn't take my plates, and I had nothing to do with it...😬
I found the whole thing hilarious while I was writing it out; I can't even describe it. But in the end, it turned out the lawyer was right... these municipal court judges don't bother reading who is who or why they are there... eventually, I walked away with $133 which mostly covered court costs and fees... plus a warning from the court.
Which is fine... I didn't feel guilty. The car was safe, and I was only talking about a day or two waiting for the money to come in... there's justice 😉

Look, I didn't kill anyone... honestly, why on earth would she even ask me? 😁

I went with Roosevelt too. 🙂 It all comes down to astrology. 😁
this sector C was suspicious from the jump... 🙄