My ex had this. You can crank an astonishing amount of noise out of these things in a way a Bluetooth speaker paired to a device cannot. The first time I was over and he put it on as I was leaving, we were then outside his place and I still couldn’t hear him talking.

It really isn’t clear but I hope so.

Oh Buffalo is amazing. Didn’t pay more than 20 dollars for any item.

I love it there.

See I don’t agree, I actually cross the border (pre the orange rapist and the tariffs) to shop there and save buckets of money shopping there. The long weekend deals are amazing compared to where I live. I got 35 pieces of closing for 310 dollars last fall.

He needs to crowd fund for car repairs and knew surgery.

A vanilla soy latte is a bean soup.

You’re amazing! Thank you!

Show me the way.

It was. That musty sort of smell, but in a good way.

I think Hearts in Atlantis and Duma Key are particularly good. I really like the middle period of King’s books a lot. I like all the traditional horror ones too, but the ones that have a bit more in terms of relationships are somehow really good. The stories of Full Dark, No Stars is absolutely shockingly good in the darkest way imaginable, and The Man In The Black Suit actually won the O. Henry award.

Can I be honest? I have no idea how to find anything that I could pirate.

I do believe they were all purchased in this wonderful ancient book store we had in my city growing up which was in an old house, and the floors were positively slanted from the weight of books on them, and you navigated your way tentatively around towering piles of poetry collections. It was wonderful.

I know of someone who has seizures, and recently gave themselves a stay in the burn unit because they lit a cigarette after a seizure when they were postictal (meaning they are recovering from the seizure but still have no awareness). That was bad news bears as my friend likes to say. Just the risk of falling asleep with a lit cigarette would be enough to keep me from it, not to mention the way you stink, the cost, the way people avoid you, and the inevitable damage to your health. You can have quit cigarettes decades beforehand, and still end up with emphysema.

But just plain stinking would be enough for me! Ugh that’s awful for you.

When my aunt was alive and chain smoking her life away, we hesitantly visited wearing our oldest clothes that could be disposed of. There was no opening windows or anything like that, you just sat with your eyes watering and endured for an hour, during which she’d have smoked 7 cigarettes. Finally my eye started to swell from the smoke because I’m so sensitive to it, and my aunt noticed and got mad I hadn’t told her.

In the meantime my ex wandered through to use the bathroom, but he touched one wall and it was dripping nicotine and tar. What an awful habit. I lived through the 70s and 80s, where everyone smoked everywhere all of the time, and there’s nothing like riding with your parents in the car with the windows rolled up and them lighting a fresh one every ten minutes or so.

This was my family room.

Omigod.

I was on a tour bus for a food and wine event in Charleston SC some years ago. We had started drinking at 10 am and were pretty much all soused by the time the bus was taking us back. It was a wonderful day.

Anyway we were on this old retro school bus with the windows that you pop open and they open from the top, and we were crossing the bridge from John’s Island back to the city overtop of a marsh, and this drunk girl who was clearly recently separated took her ring off, snapped the window down, and flung it into the marsh below, and yelled “Sayonara motherfucker!”.

Then she saw me blinking in surprise and said, “I think that was the perfect place to do that”.

Well ok.

Omigod that’s ignorant. I’m sorry.

There was a girl on Reddit who broke up with her plumber boyfriend, who had installed a new toilet for her. He took the toilet with him.

That’s where mine went. I don’t want any photos of him.