Post office near perris ca

Underground housing complex, for the people without shelters. Firstly if you think about it makes the most sense, because it would get rid of all the tent issues that we see on the surface, this complex facility would cost around $45M and it's 285,650 Square feet, and approx. 450 feet below the surface. The only real way to get down would be from elevators on the entrance of the office or escalators near the elevators. The elevators will all be illuminated with Neon tube lights so it's not pitch black, the walls will be decorated with art so it's not bland.
Okay I know there's a lot of concerns regarding flooding, don't worry I got that covered. There will be drainage holes on the surface, with large vents to allow mass amounts of water to flow through, there will also be drainage holes on the inside towards the bottom. This is incase a flash flooding event will take place, the elevators will be reinforced with thick plastic so there won't be any conductivity or short circuits.
The air vents will be present throughout the entire complex forcibly pushing out stale air and bringing in fresh air from the outside via Fan units on the outside, these will also be cleared of any debris periodically.
Each housing unit will come with 1 bathroom, 1 closet, 1 bedroom and 1 living room with a kitchen equipped with a sink, fridge, and all the bare minimum for Wifi and TV.
There will be large glass panels in a Hexagonal shape toward the ceiling to allow these people to view what time of day it is and the weather conditions.
Again the only entrance is through the front office complex.
And I know what you're going to say. What about fires? A fire emergency system will be in place that will spray concentrated foam at to snuff out the flames rather than water which in certain periods fans the flames. Every unit will also be equipped with a fire extinguisher.
Give me one reason why my plan won't work?
The reason it won't work? City council members are greedy and only care about people who pay for rent. The goal here is to house the Homeless for 1 year, 12 month contract, only if they recently lost their houses or foreclosure or they were in a family situation whatever the case maybe.
What happens after 1 year are they kicked out? If they prove that they have found work and aren't doing drugs, they can have a 3 month extension.

Proof: https://imgur.com/a/gUyF3PA
Specialty Items:
A. 2023 Perth Mint 1/10 Gold and 1/10 Platinum Kookaburra set - $500 +shipping
B. 2.5 oz Silver Armed Forces Medal in OGP (Air Force or Army – limited mintage) - $225/ea +shipping (comps are $250+)
C. Sigma Analytics brand new (in original unopened packaging) w/ 3 wands - $1,100 +shipping
Gold:
D. 2020 Royal Mint "White Lion of Mortimer” Queen’s Beast Series 1oz Gold coin - $2,500 +shipping
E. (2) 100 Austrian Corona 1915 (Restrike – AGW 0.9802) - $1,955 each +shipping (melt is $1,925)
Silver:
F. Rare 5KG Geiger Silver Square w/ assay in mint plastic - $4,950 + shipping (comps are $5K+)
G. (2) 2oz KOMSCO South Korea Peninsula Stacker - $78 +shipping
H. (2) Tubes 2022 Cameroon Cheetah Coins (limited mintage – 25,000) - $600/ea +shipping
I. 5 oz Walking Liberty or Buffalo Round - $140/ea +shipping
J. (2) 10oz JBR Silver bars - $270/ea +shipping
K. (2) 10oz Olympic Silver bars - $270/ea +shipping
\*check out my previous post if interested in slabbed Morgans*
Shipping: Priority w/ Tracking $10
Payment: Zelle, Venmo, CashApp and PayPalFF (in order of preference)
Note: Once the package is in the hands of the USPS it is out of my control, insurance available at an extra cost. All items will go out the following day of payment. I package professionally and cannot be held responsible for your package once delivered to the Post Office.

Can currently accept venmo (preferred) and PPFF for payment
Proof pic: https://imgur.com/a/hNYJ9R6
A few more odds and ends I am looking to sell
WTS the following:
2020 ASE in capsule, very minor toning - $35 $33
2015 Panda BU in capsule - $32 $31
1884 O Morgan : NGC 65 - $185
1946 Iowa Commemorative - Blast White NGC 66 - $135 $130
1957 Proof Set in capital plastics holder (IMO unattractive toning on Rev of Half and Quarter with spotting on Obv of Dime, please see pictures) - $30 $27 [Free FC Shipping if you buy this and any other item(s)]
\The Binion Morgan, T2 ASE, and Libertad in pictures have sold*
Please add $5 for first class and $9 for priority shipping.
I am happy to use a middleman if desired.
If middleman elected, the buyer is responsible for shipping from middleman and tip.
Willing to ship first to high feedback users at my discretion.
Pricing is generally firm but please let me know if you see something way out of line.
Items will ship out Monday. Once item has been scanned at the post office it is the responsibility of the buyer.
Please use PM for faster responses.
Payment: can only accept venmo (preferred) and PPFF at this time, please use F&F with only an emoji or '.'
Please let me know if you need more pictures

Browsing through childhood comments and deleting old and honestly very stupid ones, I came across one I had left on a video that I nearly had forgotten about: A group of three friends playing one of the Blues Clues PC Games, specifically the one about getting articles and stories for a newspaper. The comment was posted on August 24th, 2018, at 7:48 PM. Sadly the video was long since privated, and all traces of the Channel who posted said video have been lost. This also includes playthroughs of other Blue's Clues related games, such as Blue's Big Birthday Adventure, as the only piece I could remember was the title of the first part of the series being related to a piece of a FishTitan64 Youtube Poop where the volume of when Steve says 'You see a clue?!' very frantically and honestly very energetically is extremely boosted, 'earrape' style. The only piece I could find of the channel AND videos {besides the memory of the other video's title} is the YouTube link to the video I had commented on, as posted below:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMS3rFmDhWg
In my attempts to search for the video, I have gone to the Wayback Machine {turned up nothing regarding the video or the channel}, tried finding the thumbnail on thumbnail viewing sites {apparently got privated too long ago for it to be shown}, and looked up the video title and different keywords in the Youtube search bar {private videos, duh, ain't gonna show up there}. Each attempt provided nothing I could use.
If any information about the Youtube Channel or the videos themselves can be possibly found, please do send it my way on both here and Discord, of which I can be found at the user " andreajingling ".

Yes, yes, I'm sure by now, you have heard about subreddits locking, privating, or "going dark" during this time period. If you haven't, here's a good source to read about what's going on.
TL;DR: On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
I'm not about to stand on a soapbox and preach as to how you should feel about the API changes, nor am I going to try to upload a tabloid-styled infographic with a Rick and Morty joke about how serious this choice will affect Reddit and why you should be shitting yourself about it. You're also not going to see me commenting on a massive post about how """proud""" I am to be closing the subreddit in protest and be added to "le goodboy list". However, we have used the Reddit API in the past to run a couple of themed bots, generate download links, and provide great automation for our moderation, mostly on the parent subreddit, /cursedvideos. This subreddit has grown substantially more busy in the part year or so, and this API was crucial to our growth and development. If these changes were made three or four years ago, our subreddit wouldn't be nearly the size it is today.
Reddit is a place for self expression, and connecting with people who share the same interests as you. It's about open ended discussion for virtually anybody. Myself, our moderation team, and our tens of thousands of active subscribers all love cursed videos, for instance; and although we love to bicker and moan at each other, this opportunity has let us all share media we enjoy with so many other people (although this is just a glorified shitposting sub and you all know that). Having a service like this that is accessible to everybody for practically free has left a great impact on virtually millions of people, with thousands of newcomers everyday. There's a reason why "Create a Subreddit" is such a pronounced feature; it's something that literally anybody with an account can do.
A limitation to any service will always come as a disappointment, whether is come from inaccessibility, greed, or lack of proper staffing. It's pretty disappointing to see the team that began this experience grow to be so out of touch with their community. While we understand that expressing personal opinions or trying to create panic about these changes is not productive, it is important to acknowledge the value that the Reddit API has brought to countless communities.
On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. You'll still be able to view old videos and comments, at least for a while, but you won't be able to submit videos or comments. We were intending on unlocking everything once again on the 14th, but with the climate of this situation continuing to grow even worse, I don't believe that would be beneficial for the situation. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
Ah. I rambled. I do that a lot. Anyways, that's pretty much it.

found this sweet girl near st johns rd and 52nd st. she is not microchipped and is very underweight. i have gotten her treated for fleas and parasites and i am caring for her in my home. already posted this in various places to no avail, so figured i'd try here. dm me if you think you know her!

Jasper frowned as he read over the letter, the summons looking like no other mail he’d ever received.
On Saturday, you are summoned to attend Midnight Visitation as part of your rehabilitation. Attendance is non-negotiable, and refusal will result in forced attendance followed by time spent in solitary. Be ready by no later than eleven. The Warden
“Whoa, that's pretty cool,” said Gavin, reading over his shoulder, “Who do you know that would come all the way down here at midnight to see you?”
Jasper didn’t know, and he told him as much. He was in here for killing the last person who had given a crap about him, and he couldn’t think of anyone who would make the trip in the daytime, let alone at night. His parents had disowned him after he’d killed her, and most of his family refused to have anything to do with him. Some of his cousins would still accept his letters, but few of them would bother to write back. Jasper was perplexed by the invitation, but, by the sound of it, it wasn’t much of an invitation anyway. Attendance seemed to be mandatory, and he was pretty sure most of the guards on the compound would enjoy dragging him there in chains.
The letter had come with their mail, and it was one of the few times the guard had called his name. The last year and a half had been difficult for Jasper, but he was getting used to making it on his own. He’d done it all his life, hadn’t he? His mom and dad had been too busy with their own thing to care about their middle child. Barbara was the smart one, Reggy was the athletic people person, and Jasper…well, Jasper was the screw up. His grades had never been too good, his achievements few and far between, and when Grace had come into the picture, his parents figured it was the best Jasper could do.
Jasper had agreed with them. Grace had been his everything from the moment she agreed to go steady with him. Grace was motivated, a natural saleswoman who had strived for something more than middle management. She had a successful business by the time she graduated college, and Jasper was happy to stay at home and keep the house. Jasper provided her with stability, someone to come home to who lacked the means to do any better, but he couldn’t give her the one thing she wanted.
That's why she had left him, and that's why he had killed her.
He couldn’t stand to be apart from her, couldn’t stand for her to be with someone else, and now he was stuck in Stragview for his lapse in judgment.
That's what made the note so cryptic, and the longer he thought about it, the shorter the list of people who would come all the way out here at night became.
He did a little more than wait, he supposed. Jasper had asked around about this Midnight Visitation, but no one seemed to know much about it. The younger guys all shook their heads, and the older guys clammed up when he asked them. It was like a magic spell had been cast over the whole thing, and when you asked some of these guys, it seemed to sap the life out of them before your eyes. Garth, one of the more gregarious murderers on Jasper’s block, had looked downright scared when he’d asked him about the visitation.
“I can’t say nothin,” Garth had said, “and neither will you once you go. It’s a secret that you keep after that. It’s something that changes you, or you keep going back till it does.”
“What changes you?” Jasper had asked, but Garth wouldn’t say anymore.
“Get away from me. Get away, before he thinks I told you.”
He’d left in a hurry then, their chess game only four moves in, and Jasper found he had more questions than before.
He supposed that all would be answered on Saturday, and as the days passed, he found himself a little excited by the whole idea of the thing.
When Saturday night finally arrived, Officer Gauge found him on his bunk, his best uniform still looking ragged, as he waited for whatever might come. Gauge held out a pair of cuffs, telling Jasper that he’d have to cuff him before they left. Jasper nodded, putting his hands behind his back, but Gauge told him that in the front would be fine. Jasper shrugged, it was his show, and let him cuff him in the front. Some of the guys who were still awake made suggestive noises as he left, some of them telling him to enjoy his “night visit”, but a lot of the older guys were noticeably quiet.
Gauge led him to the visitation area, the little spot behind the staff check-in area, and when Jasper shook his cuffs at him, Gauge told him to sit down and put his hands on the eye hook on the table. There were a few guys in here, some of them Jasper knew, but most he didn't, and they all seemed to be cuffed to the protruding hook in the center of the table. Jasper started to buck, but realized it wouldn’t do any good. Whatever this was, they would have him one way or another. He set his hands down on the table, and Gauge pulled a lock out of his pocket. He secured Jasper to the spot before leaving in an all fired hurry.
Whatever was about to happen, Gauge clearly didn’t want any part of it.
Jasper glanced around the room, taking in the men who sat around him. There were about twelve in all, all of them shackled to the table, and they were all spaced so that at least three chairs separated them from another inmate. Most of them looked confused or unsure, but a couple of them looked like they knew what was coming; knew and weren’t looking forward to it. One of them, a big bald bruiser named Dennis, had his head against the table as he cried nakedly between his elbows. Another who Jasper didn’t know was praying in fast spanish. A third, Jasper thought his name might be Conroy, was thrashing around as he pulled at his bonds. His eyes were roving around like a scared horse, and he kept pulling at his cuffs until he heard a lock click near the back of the room.
Then he went still and Jasper thought he saw him listening for something.
A pair of double metal doors at the back of the room burst open then, and Jasper saw a small group walk in unattended by guards. Two of them were children, a pair of twins who looked ghostly under the dim fluorescents. One was a dark haired woman who sat down in front of the man as he prayed. The last was a tall, homely woman who took the seat across from a younger inmate that Jasper couldn’t put a name to. The young man stiffened as she sat down, and the pair was close enough that Jasper could suddenly see that the problem wasn’t the womans face, but rather what was on it. She had a crop of mold growing from ear to ear and as it wove around her eyes, it made her look like she was wearing glasses.
“Hello, Emanuel.” she said, her voice thick but not unhappy to see him, “I see prison had suited you.”
“What the fuck is this?” the inmate said, trying to back away and failing as the chains caught him, “you ain’t real. You look like my ma, but you ain’t my ma.”
“Of course I am, Em. How else would I know about how you drowned me in the bathtub? How else would I know what you did to me before you buried me in the basement? How else would I know how much you cried before you turned yourself in? You felt me watching you from the corner of your room, and it ate at you until you couldn’t take it anymore. The same way,” She leaned in slyly as she grinned, “that you ate at me after I was gone.”
The inmates started making a sound like someone choking on air. He kept pulling away from the woman, but the chains brought him up yet again. Jasper looked away, but he could see similar scenes of horror unfolding around him as more people joined them. The twins sat down in front of the sobbing man, but he wouldn’t lift his head. He wouldn’t look at them, couldn’t look at them, but the longer Jasper looked, the more he could see the bruises around the necks. The deep purple marks looked like individual fingers, and they seemed incable speaking through their bruised throats. They sat menacingly across from him, and every peek he gave them was followed by a hopeless cry of terror.
Others came, men, women, children, mothers, fathers, wives, and everything in between. The inmates' reactions were as varied as the specters. One man could only repeat the phrase “I’m sorry” as a half naked boy of seventeen sat silently across from him. The mother and son he had seen first were now sitting with her hands on his as he rocked and shook his head in negation. What could only be an older man's parents asked if he were proud of what he’d done to them, but he only sat silently and stared right through them.
Jasper wondered when it would be his turn, but he didn’t have long to ponder.
“Sorry I’m late, dear. The commute was dreadful.”
His breath came out as little more than a puff of smoke, and when he turned to look at her, Jasper could tell that it was Grace only by the necklace that she wore. He’d given her that necklace for their third anniversary, and he supposed her parents had left it on her when they buried her. Her face, a face he had loved so much, was gone. She looked like a burn victim, like a used up match stick, and the eyes that looked back at him glowed from empty sockets. Jasper wanted to scream, wanted to pull away as her red and oozing hand came out to touch his, but he couldn’t muster the strength.
She was burnt, her beauty stolen in death, and that too was his fault.
After he’d blind sided her, begging for another chance, she had told him to get lost. She said she couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t give her children, and suggested that he go back to his moms house before her new boyfriend found them together. At the mention of a new boyfriend, he grabbed her by the neck as she turned away and slammed her head against the wall of the stairwell outside her apartment. He had kept right on doing this until she stopped struggling, and even then he did it a few more times. He only stopped when her head began to dribble something besides blood and he realized he had broken her skull. He was scared then, afraid that he would get caught, and when he put her in his car, he wasn’t sure what he intended to do with her.
The police had caught him in his parents backyard, one of her neighbors having seen the whole thing, but by then, Grace had been a charcoal briquette.
He’d heard the funeral had been closed casket, but apparently they hadn’t closed it tight enough.
“Whats wrong dear? Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t live without me? I believe it was a little bit before you smashed my head against the wall. I assumed that, since you’d taken all that time to burn me, that you wanted me to look this way. Well, have a good look, Jasper. See what you’ve done to your Grace!”
Every word she spoke sent flakes of her tongue and lips onto the table, onto his hands, and onto Jasper’s face. She was leaning in closer, bringing her horrible visage closer to him, and Jasper felt his sanity beginning to whimper. As she brought the remains of her blackened lips together, he added his scream to the others. As they pressed against his flesh, he let his eyes roll up to the whites. He tried to stay conscious, but the sheer horror of the situation was eroding his mind. This couldn’t be. Things like this weren’t real. Grace was dead, she couldn’t come back to torment him.
As he regained consciousness, he found that he was still chained to the table and the terrible Grace was still sitting across from him.
“You seem to have gotten a little sleepy, my love. That's okay. The Warden was nice enough to extend invitation for the whole night, and I was more than happy to come and see my best fella.”
Jasper screamed, screamed until his throat broke, and when Gauge opened the door at five o’clock, all those present were as silent as the grave.
Gauge led them away like a flock of lambs, easily correcting them when they tried to stumble out of line. He had been doing this for a while, two or three years at least, and he had learned not to question what went on behind that door. He heard begging, screaming, the mad laughter of the deranged, and at the end of the month, he found an extra five hundred dollars added to his check for every Midnight Visitation he conducted.
His smile curdled when he remembered what the Warden had said to him when he gave him the position.
“I know you’re struggling to feed your appetites, and its only a matter of time before you end up inside these walls for doing something foolish. Why not let me help you feed those urges, and in exchange, I won't tell anyone what sort of debauchery you get up to in your spare time.”
The Warden was a weird one, but Gauge had to admit that he always kept his promises.
Gauge wondered what he put these poor saps through, but quickly put it out of his mind.
The Wardens games were none of his concern, and how he chose to discipline his inmates was his business.

I live in an apartment complex with one of those cluster mailbox where you can only have access with a key. For the past month two of my packages were marked delivered at/in mailbox but were not there. There wasn't even a key inside for parcel box. I did everything so far, filing lost packages, going to the post office, calling them but they seems to have no idea. I am still getting mails but packages are not in the mailbox. Anyone know what might have happened? Like what could have happened to my packages? I feel so lost here

So I met this very awesome guy near Christmastime 2013 in Oakland, CA while fleeing a bad family situation in Arizona. We were immediately in our own world, falling in love fast when the reality of his divorce-in-process and some of my own circumstances started to interfere. When I stopped seeing him he started drinking very heavily and got sick. We were both pretty bummed it didn’t work out, but said goodbye on very good terms. When I returned to Arizona (2014) and was bussing to work at night, I saw him. The night of a gorgeous full-moon later that year in December, no less. I was walking from the bus stop to work when I saw someone standing at the corner up ahead, looking down at a cell phone. This alone was odd, because I never saw ANYONE on this stretch at that time of night. The closer I got, the more I realized it was the guy from Oakland. I couldn’t understand why he would be in Arizona, or how he could know where I was. My stride quickened as I was excited to approach and maybe talk to this person, but when I got about 50 yards away and could see it was DEFINITELY him (aside from this strange “softness” to the skin on his face he did not normally have - but the haircut, sideburns, his height, build, shoes, and clothes were incredibly uncanny) he looked up from his phone, directly at me, and then took off at a full run up the adjacent street. I hurried to the corner, looked down the street he’d run up, and saw absolutely no one. This was a friday night. I would work whole weekends (group home for foster youth) and return home on Sunday mornings. When I got home I took a very long nap, as that was my routine at the time. When I woke up, I had received text messages from the guy in Oakland, out of the blue. He said he had been thinking of me since it was Christmas time again, and that he just wanted to say hi. I asked what he’d been doing that friday and he said he’d simply worked, gone home, and gone to bed. I told him what I’d experienced and he had no more answers than I did. I had several dreams later that someone was relaying his passing to me at a party in Oakland, but shrugged it off as my own fears toward his struggle with alcohol. Nonetheless I run google check ups on him every once in a while. Just recently found out that in 2021 he passed away at the age of 41. I’m not sure how and will likely never ask his family, but it feels like I was being warned and did nothing to reach out to him. This all does fit the classic doppelganger definition so well, so I thought I'd share!

Yes, yes, I'm sure by now, you have heard about subreddits locking, privating, or "going dark" during this time period. If you haven't, here's a good source to read about what's going on.
TL;DR: On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
I'm not about to stand on a soapbox and preach as to how you should feel about the API changes, nor am I going to try to upload a tabloid-styled infographic with a Rick and Morty joke about how serious this choice will affect Reddit and why you should be shitting yourself about it. You're also not going to see me commenting on a massive post about how """proud""" I am to be closing the subreddit in protest and be added to "le goodboy list". However, we have used the Reddit API in the past to run a couple of themed bots, generate download links, and provide great automation for our moderation. Our subreddit isn't nearly as busy as it used to be, but this API was crucial to our growth and development. If these changes were made three or four years ago, our subreddit wouldn't be nearly the size it is today.
Reddit is a place for self expression, and connecting with people who share the same interests as you. It's about open ended discussion for virtually anybody. Myself, our moderation team, and our tens of thousands of active subscribers all love cursed videos, for instance; and although we love to bicker and moan at each other, this opportunity has let us all share media we enjoy with so many other people. Having a service like this that is accessible to everybody for practically free has left a great impact on virtually millions of people, with thousands of newcomers everyday. There's a reason why "Create a Subreddit" is such a pronounced feature; it's something that literally anybody with an account can do.
A limitation to any service will always come as a disappointment, whether is come from inaccessibility, greed, or lack of proper staffing. It's pretty disappointing to see the team that began this experience grow to be so out of touch with their community. While we understand that expressing personal opinions or trying to create panic about these changes is not productive, it is important to acknowledge the value that the Reddit API has brought to countless communities.
On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. You'll still be able to view old videos and comments, at least for a while, but you won't be able to submit videos or comments. We were intending on unlocking everything once again on the 14th, but with the climate of this situation continuing to grow even worse, I don't believe that would be beneficial for the situation. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
Ah. I rambled. I do that a lot. Anyways, that's pretty much it.

Jasper frowned as he read over the letter, the summons looking like no other mail he’d ever received.
On Saturday, you are summoned to attend Midnight Visitation as part of your rehabilitation. Attendance is non-negotiable, and refusal will result in forced attendance followed by time spent in solitary. Be ready by no later than eleven. The Warden
“Whoa, that's pretty cool,” said Gavin, reading over his shoulder, “Who do you know that would come all the way down here at midnight to see you?”
Jasper didn’t know, and he told him as much. He was in here for killing the last person who had given a crap about him, and he couldn’t think of anyone who would make the trip in the daytime, let alone at night. His parents had disowned him after he’d killed her, and most of his family refused to have anything to do with him. Some of his cousins would still accept his letters, but few of them would bother to write back. Jasper was perplexed by the invitation, but, by the sound of it, it wasn’t much of an invitation anyway. Attendance seemed to be mandatory, and he was pretty sure most of the guards on the compound would enjoy dragging him there in chains.
The letter had come with their mail, and it was one of the few times the guard had called his name. The last year and a half had been difficult for Jasper, but he was getting used to making it on his own. He’d done it all his life, hadn’t he? His mom and dad had been too busy with their own thing to care about their middle child. Barbara was the smart one, Reggy was the athletic people person, and Jasper…well, Jasper was the screw up. His grades had never been too good, his achievements few and far between, and when Grace had come into the picture, his parents figured it was the best Jasper could do.
Jasper had agreed with them. Grace had been his everything from the moment she agreed to go steady with him. Grace was motivated, a natural saleswoman who had strived for something more than middle management. She had a successful business by the time she graduated college, and Jasper was happy to stay at home and keep the house. Jasper provided her with stability, someone to come home to who lacked the means to do any better, but he couldn’t give her the one thing she wanted.
That's why she had left him, and that's why he had killed her.
He couldn’t stand to be apart from her, couldn’t stand for her to be with someone else, and now he was stuck in Stragview for his lapse in judgment.
That's what made the note so cryptic, and the longer he thought about it, the shorter the list of people who would come all the way out here at night became.
He did a little more than wait, he supposed. Jasper had asked around about this Midnight Visitation, but no one seemed to know much about it. The younger guys all shook their heads, and the older guys clammed up when he asked them. It was like a magic spell had been cast over the whole thing, and when you asked some of these guys, it seemed to sap the life out of them before your eyes. Garth, one of the more gregarious murderers on Jasper’s block, had looked downright scared when he’d asked him about the visitation.
“I can’t say nothin,” Garth had said, “and neither will you once you go. It’s a secret that you keep after that. It’s something that changes you, or you keep going back till it does.”
“What changes you?” Jasper had asked, but Garth wouldn’t say anymore.
“Get away from me. Get away, before he thinks I told you.”
He’d left in a hurry then, their chess game only four moves in, and Jasper found he had more questions than before.
He supposed that all would be answered on Saturday, and as the days passed, he found himself a little excited by the whole idea of the thing.
When Saturday night finally arrived, Officer Gauge found him on his bunk, his best uniform still looking ragged, as he waited for whatever might come. Gauge held out a pair of cuffs, telling Jasper that he’d have to cuff him before they left. Jasper nodded, putting his hands behind his back, but Gauge told him that in the front would be fine. Jasper shrugged, it was his show, and let him cuff him in the front. Some of the guys who were still awake made suggestive noises as he left, some of them telling him to enjoy his “night visit”, but a lot of the older guys were noticeably quiet.
Gauge led him to the visitation area, the little spot behind the staff check-in area, and when Jasper shook his cuffs at him, Gauge told him to sit down and put his hands on the eye hook on the table. There were a few guys in here, some of them Jasper knew, but most he didn't, and they all seemed to be cuffed to the protruding hook in the center of the table. Jasper started to buck, but realized it wouldn’t do any good. Whatever this was, they would have him one way or another. He set his hands down on the table, and Gauge pulled a lock out of his pocket. He secured Jasper to the spot before leaving in an all fired hurry.
Whatever was about to happen, Gauge clearly didn’t want any part of it.
Jasper glanced around the room, taking in the men who sat around him. There were about twelve in all, all of them shackled to the table, and they were all spaced so that at least three chairs separated them from another inmate. Most of them looked confused or unsure, but a couple of them looked like they knew what was coming; knew and weren’t looking forward to it. One of them, a big bald bruiser named Dennis, had his head against the table as he cried nakedly between his elbows. Another who Jasper didn’t know was praying in fast spanish. A third, Jasper thought his name might be Conroy, was thrashing around as he pulled at his bonds. His eyes were roving around like a scared horse, and he kept pulling at his cuffs until he heard a lock click near the back of the room.
Then he went still and Jasper thought he saw him listening for something.
A pair of double metal doors at the back of the room burst open then, and Jasper saw a small group walk in unattended by guards. Two of them were children, a pair of twins who looked ghostly under the dim fluorescents. One was a dark haired woman who sat down in front of the man as he prayed. The last was a tall, homely woman who took the seat across from a younger inmate that Jasper couldn’t put a name to. The young man stiffened as she sat down, and the pair was close enough that Jasper could suddenly see that the problem wasn’t the womans face, but rather what was on it. She had a crop of mold growing from ear to ear and as it wove around her eyes, it made her look like she was wearing glasses.
“Hello, Emanuel.” she said, her voice thick but not unhappy to see him, “I see prison had suited you.”
“What the fuck is this?” the inmate said, trying to back away and failing as the chains caught him, “you ain’t real. You look like my ma, but you ain’t my ma.”
“Of course I am, Em. How else would I know about how you drowned me in the bathtub? How else would I know what you did to me before you buried me in the basement? How else would I know how much you cried before you turned yourself in? You felt me watching you from the corner of your room, and it ate at you until you couldn’t take it anymore. The same way,” She leaned in slyly as she grinned, “that you ate at me after I was gone.”
The inmates started making a sound like someone choking on air. He kept pulling away from the woman, but the chains brought him up yet again. Jasper looked away, but he could see similar scenes of horror unfolding around him as more people joined them. The twins sat down in front of the sobbing man, but he wouldn’t lift his head. He wouldn’t look at them, couldn’t look at them, but the longer Jasper looked, the more he could see the bruises around the necks. The deep purple marks looked like individual fingers, and they seemed incable speaking through their bruised throats. They sat menacingly across from him, and every peek he gave them was followed by a hopeless cry of terror.
Others came, men, women, children, mothers, fathers, wives, and everything in between. The inmates' reactions were as varied as the specters. One man could only repeat the phrase “I’m sorry” as a half naked boy of seventeen sat silently across from him. The mother and son he had seen first were now sitting with her hands on his as he rocked and shook his head in negation. What could only be an older man's parents asked if he were proud of what he’d done to them, but he only sat silently and stared right through them.
Jasper wondered when it would be his turn, but he didn’t have long to ponder.
“Sorry I’m late, dear. The commute was dreadful.”
His breath came out as little more than a puff of smoke, and when he turned to look at her, Jasper could tell that it was Grace only by the necklace that she wore. He’d given her that necklace for their third anniversary, and he supposed her parents had left it on her when they buried her. Her face, a face he had loved so much, was gone. She looked like a burn victim, like a used up match stick, and the eyes that looked back at him glowed from empty sockets. Jasper wanted to scream, wanted to pull away as her red and oozing hand came out to touch his, but he couldn’t muster the strength.
She was burnt, her beauty stolen in death, and that too was his fault.
After he’d blind sided her, begging for another chance, she had told him to get lost. She said she couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t give her children, and suggested that he go back to his moms house before her new boyfriend found them together. At the mention of a new boyfriend, he grabbed her by the neck as she turned away and slammed her head against the wall of the stairwell outside her apartment. He had kept right on doing this until she stopped struggling, and even then he did it a few more times. He only stopped when her head began to dribble something besides blood and he realized he had broken her skull. He was scared then, afraid that he would get caught, and when he put her in his car, he wasn’t sure what he intended to do with her.
The police had caught him in his parents backyard, one of her neighbors having seen the whole thing, but by then, Grace had been a charcoal briquette.
He’d heard the funeral had been closed casket, but apparently they hadn’t closed it tight enough.
“Whats wrong dear? Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t live without me? I believe it was a little bit before you smashed my head against the wall. I assumed that, since you’d taken all that time to burn me, that you wanted me to look this way. Well, have a good look, Jasper. See what you’ve done to your Grace!”
Every word she spoke sent flakes of her tongue and lips onto the table, onto his hands, and onto Jasper’s face. She was leaning in closer, bringing her horrible visage closer to him, and Jasper felt his sanity beginning to whimper. As she brought the remains of her blackened lips together, he added his scream to the others. As they pressed against his flesh, he let his eyes roll up to the whites. He tried to stay conscious, but the sheer horror of the situation was eroding his mind. This couldn’t be. Things like this weren’t real. Grace was dead, she couldn’t come back to torment him.
As he regained consciousness, he found that he was still chained to the table and the terrible Grace was still sitting across from him.
“You seem to have gotten a little sleepy, my love. That's okay. The Warden was nice enough to extend invitation for the whole night, and I was more than happy to come and see my best fella.”
Jasper screamed, screamed until his throat broke, and when Gauge opened the door at five o’clock, all those present were as silent as the grave.
Gauge led them away like a flock of lambs, easily correcting them when they tried to stumble out of line. He had been doing this for a while, two or three years at least, and he had learned not to question what went on behind that door. He heard begging, screaming, the mad laughter of the deranged, and at the end of the month, he found an extra five hundred dollars added to his check for every Midnight Visitation he conducted.
His smile curdled when he remembered what the Warden had said to him when he gave him the position.
“I know you’re struggling to feed your appetites, and its only a matter of time before you end up inside these walls for doing something foolish. Why not let me help you feed those urges, and in exchange, I won't tell anyone what sort of debauchery you get up to in your spare time.”
The Warden was a weird one, but Gauge had to admit that he always kept his promises.
Gauge wondered what he put these poor saps through, but quickly put it out of his mind.
The Wardens games were none of his concern, and how he chose to discipline his inmates was his business.

The full video has been posted to YouTube for your viewing pleasure.
https://youtu.be/RnTXCrWepio
10 grams and a Zap: a psilocybin mushroom and THC report.
Before I get into the report, let me tell you a bit about myself.
I am a young man who has been experimenting with psilocybin mushrooms for six months.
I have a high tolerance for mushrooms and THC, usually 8 grams is enough to get me quite high but anything lower than that is very manageable for me.
I start feeling the effects of edible THC at 50 mg.
I have an addictive personality and have a tendency to hyper fixate on things.
Right now I like mushrooms.
But enough about me, let’s get into it.
Preparation:
I got home from work at 3:45 pm on a Thursday, blended 10 grams of blue meanies and put the kettle on to boil.
I put the the mushrooms in a tea strainer, added a healthy shot of lemon juice, added some caffeine free herbal tea, and then took 200 mg of edible THC.
When the hot water was ready I poured into the cup, adding more lemon juice, then I went to take a shower while the mushrooms steeped.
I came back ten minutes later and stirred the tea with a fork for five minutes. Lastly I added some honey.
Trip report:
T+0: I consume the tea of the course of five minutes. When I finish my tea I go up stairs and lay down in my bed.
T+10: the come up starts… Blue meanies kick in faster than cubensis strains and the lemon and hot water broke down the psilocybin so the onset is very fast.
T+30 I am full on TRIPPIN. Distortion waves fill my vision and sparks start to crackle when I look around.
When I close my eyes I can see the visualization of sound waves as if shown on recording equipment.
T+40: I get the bright idea to go make a video in the woods while tripping on mushrooms.
I wanted to make sure my phone was fully charged so I got my battery pack to charge it. The pack was nearly dead so I decided to plug it in to the wall.
The outlet already had a plug in it and must have been faulty, because the second I plugged the cord in..
ZAP!
I hear a click, see a pop of blue sparks. And then got electrocuted. It was a fraction of a second and then it was gone.
I unplugged the batter and sat down on the floor to make sure I was ok.
T+50: I decided I was alright after a few minutes in the floor.
I got up and put the battery pack on the counter and plugged it into a different outlet.
Now here’s where things really start to go sideways.
I got close to the battery and the mushrooms told me to tense my hand.
I tended my hand as hard as I could about 8 inches from the battery.
You can choose to believe me or not but hand to God, I heard a pop and saw a spark spear between my hand and the battery.
The minute after it happened I noticed that I could feel electrical currents moving through my body.
I was able to pull the energy from the battery and into myself.
I sat down on the couch and wrote a poem.
I was rubbing my arm on the couch and suddenly I got electrocuted again.
The static build up shocked me like a jolt from an outlet.
This is when I panicked.
I suddenly realized that everything was electrocuting me. My clothes, wall outlets and batteries.
If I got too close to a power source I’d start to draw in the power.
I called my brother and he came to sit me.
I shook his hand and thanked him for coming and got electrocuted just from touching his hand.
I went into the back yard, got into my swing and covered myself in blankets. I stayed there for a few hours chatting with my family while I calmed down.
It’s now the next day and I can still feel electricity. When I touch my phone with two hands I form a circuit and my back starts to tense up from the electricity.
This is for Paul Stamets and Andrew Huberman. If you are watching this please reach out. I could use some assistance with this new found condition.
Thank you for listening. If you made it to the end, please subscribe to the channel. It’s free to you and helps me keep making content.
Cheers!

Jasper frowned as he read over the letter, the summons looking like no other mail he’d ever received.
On Saturday, you are summoned to attend Midnight Visitation as part of your rehabilitation. Attendance is non-negotiable, and refusal will result in forced attendance followed by time spent in solitary. Be ready by no later than eleven. The Warden
“Whoa, that's pretty cool,” said Gavin, reading over his shoulder, “Who do you know that would come all the way down here at midnight to see you?”
Jasper didn’t know, and he told him as much. He was in here for killing the last person who had given a crap about him, and he couldn’t think of anyone who would make the trip in the daytime, let alone at night. His parents had disowned him after he’d killed her, and most of his family refused to have anything to do with him. Some of his cousins would still accept his letters, but few of them would bother to write back. Jasper was perplexed by the invitation, but, by the sound of it, it wasn’t much of an invitation anyway. Attendance seemed to be mandatory, and he was pretty sure most of the guards on the compound would enjoy dragging him there in chains.
The letter had come with their mail, and it was one of the few times the guard had called his name. The last year and a half had been difficult for Jasper, but he was getting used to making it on his own. He’d done it all his life, hadn’t he? His mom and dad had been too busy with their own thing to care about their middle child. Barbara was the smart one, Reggy was the athletic people person, and Jasper…well, Jasper was the screw up. His grades had never been too good, his achievements few and far between, and when Grace had come into the picture, his parents figured it was the best Jasper could do.
Jasper had agreed with them. Grace had been his everything from the moment she agreed to go steady with him. Grace was motivated, a natural saleswoman who had strived for something more than middle management. She had a successful business by the time she graduated college, and Jasper was happy to stay at home and keep the house. Jasper provided her with stability, someone to come home to who lacked the means to do any better, but he couldn’t give her the one thing she wanted.
That's why she had left him, and that's why he had killed her.
He couldn’t stand to be apart from her, couldn’t stand for her to be with someone else, and now he was stuck in Stragview for his lapse in judgment.
That's what made the note so cryptic, and the longer he thought about it, the shorter the list of people who would come all the way out here at night became.
He did a little more than wait, he supposed. Jasper had asked around about this Midnight Visitation, but no one seemed to know much about it. The younger guys all shook their heads, and the older guys clammed up when he asked them. It was like a magic spell had been cast over the whole thing, and when you asked some of these guys, it seemed to sap the life out of them before your eyes. Garth, one of the more gregarious murderers on Jasper’s block, had looked downright scared when he’d asked him about the visitation.
“I can’t say nothin,” Garth had said, “and neither will you once you go. It’s a secret that you keep after that. It’s something that changes you, or you keep going back till it does.”
“What changes you?” Jasper had asked, but Garth wouldn’t say anymore.
“Get away from me. Get away, before he thinks I told you.”
He’d left in a hurry then, their chess game only four moves in, and Jasper found he had more questions than before.
He supposed that all would be answered on Saturday, and as the days passed, he found himself a little excited by the whole idea of the thing.
When Saturday night finally arrived, Officer Gauge found him on his bunk, his best uniform still looking ragged, as he waited for whatever might come. Gauge held out a pair of cuffs, telling Jasper that he’d have to cuff him before they left. Jasper nodded, putting his hands behind his back, but Gauge told him that in the front would be fine. Jasper shrugged, it was his show, and let him cuff him in the front. Some of the guys who were still awake made suggestive noises as he left, some of them telling him to enjoy his “night visit”, but a lot of the older guys were noticeably quiet.
Gauge led him to the visitation area, the little spot behind the staff check-in area, and when Jasper shook his cuffs at him, Gauge told him to sit down and put his hands on the eye hook on the table. There were a few guys in here, some of them Jasper knew, but most he didn't, and they all seemed to be cuffed to the protruding hook in the center of the table. Jasper started to buck, but realized it wouldn’t do any good. Whatever this was, they would have him one way or another. He set his hands down on the table, and Gauge pulled a lock out of his pocket. He secured Jasper to the spot before leaving in an all fired hurry.
Whatever was about to happen, Gauge clearly didn’t want any part of it.
Jasper glanced around the room, taking in the men who sat around him. There were about twelve in all, all of them shackled to the table, and they were all spaced so that at least three chairs separated them from another inmate. Most of them looked confused or unsure, but a couple of them looked like they knew what was coming; knew and weren’t looking forward to it. One of them, a big bald bruiser named Dennis, had his head against the table as he cried nakedly between his elbows. Another who Jasper didn’t know was praying in fast spanish. A third, Jasper thought his name might be Conroy, was thrashing around as he pulled at his bonds. His eyes were roving around like a scared horse, and he kept pulling at his cuffs until he heard a lock click near the back of the room.
Then he went still and Jasper thought he saw him listening for something.
A pair of double metal doors at the back of the room burst open then, and Jasper saw a small group walk in unattended by guards. Two of them were children, a pair of twins who looked ghostly under the dim fluorescents. One was a dark haired woman who sat down in front of the man as he prayed. The last was a tall, homely woman who took the seat across from a younger inmate that Jasper couldn’t put a name to. The young man stiffened as she sat down, and the pair was close enough that Jasper could suddenly see that the problem wasn’t the womans face, but rather what was on it. She had a crop of mold growing from ear to ear and as it wove around her eyes, it made her look like she was wearing glasses.
“Hello, Emanuel.” she said, her voice thick but not unhappy to see him, “I see prison had suited you.”
“What the fuck is this?” the inmate said, trying to back away and failing as the chains caught him, “you ain’t real. You look like my ma, but you ain’t my ma.”
“Of course I am, Em. How else would I know about how you drowned me in the bathtub? How else would I know what you did to me before you buried me in the basement? How else would I know how much you cried before you turned yourself in? You felt me watching you from the corner of your room, and it ate at you until you couldn’t take it anymore. The same way,” She leaned in slyly as she grinned, “that you ate at me after I was gone.”
The inmates started making a sound like someone choking on air. He kept pulling away from the woman, but the chains brought him up yet again. Jasper looked away, but he could see similar scenes of horror unfolding around him as more people joined them. The twins sat down in front of the sobbing man, but he wouldn’t lift his head. He wouldn’t look at them, couldn’t look at them, but the longer Jasper looked, the more he could see the bruises around the necks. The deep purple marks looked like individual fingers, and they seemed incable speaking through their bruised throats. They sat menacingly across from him, and every peek he gave them was followed by a hopeless cry of terror.
Others came, men, women, children, mothers, fathers, wives, and everything in between. The inmates' reactions were as varied as the specters. One man could only repeat the phrase “I’m sorry” as a half naked boy of seventeen sat silently across from him. The mother and son he had seen first were now sitting with her hands on his as he rocked and shook his head in negation. What could only be an older man's parents asked if he were proud of what he’d done to them, but he only sat silently and stared right through them.
Jasper wondered when it would be his turn, but he didn’t have long to ponder.
“Sorry I’m late, dear. The commute was dreadful.”
His breath came out as little more than a puff of smoke, and when he turned to look at her, Jasper could tell that it was Grace only by the necklace that she wore. He’d given her that necklace for their third anniversary, and he supposed her parents had left it on her when they buried her. Her face, a face he had loved so much, was gone. She looked like a burn victim, like a used up match stick, and the eyes that looked back at him glowed from empty sockets. Jasper wanted to scream, wanted to pull away as her red and oozing hand came out to touch his, but he couldn’t muster the strength.
She was burnt, her beauty stolen in death, and that too was his fault.
After he’d blind sided her, begging for another chance, she had told him to get lost. She said she couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t give her children, and suggested that he go back to his moms house before her new boyfriend found them together. At the mention of a new boyfriend, he grabbed her by the neck as she turned away and slammed her head against the wall of the stairwell outside her apartment. He had kept right on doing this until she stopped struggling, and even then he did it a few more times. He only stopped when her head began to dribble something besides blood and he realized he had broken her skull. He was scared then, afraid that he would get caught, and when he put her in his car, he wasn’t sure what he intended to do with her.
The police had caught him in his parents backyard, one of her neighbors having seen the whole thing, but by then, Grace had been a charcoal briquette.
He’d heard the funeral had been closed casket, but apparently they hadn’t closed it tight enough.
“Whats wrong dear? Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t live without me? I believe it was a little bit before you smashed my head against the wall. I assumed that, since you’d taken all that time to burn me, that you wanted me to look this way. Well, have a good look, Jasper. See what you’ve done to your Grace!”
Every word she spoke sent flakes of her tongue and lips onto the table, onto his hands, and onto Jasper’s face. She was leaning in closer, bringing her horrible visage closer to him, and Jasper felt his sanity beginning to whimper. As she brought the remains of her blackened lips together, he added his scream to the others. As they pressed against his flesh, he let his eyes roll up to the whites. He tried to stay conscious, but the sheer horror of the situation was eroding his mind. This couldn’t be. Things like this weren’t real. Grace was dead, she couldn’t come back to torment him.
As he regained consciousness, he found that he was still chained to the table and the terrible Grace was still sitting across from him.
“You seem to have gotten a little sleepy, my love. That's okay. The Warden was nice enough to extend invitation for the whole night, and I was more than happy to come and see my best fella.”
Jasper screamed, screamed until his throat broke, and when Gauge opened the door at five o’clock, all those present were as silent as the grave.
Gauge led them away like a flock of lambs, easily correcting them when they tried to stumble out of line. He had been doing this for a while, two or three years at least, and he had learned not to question what went on behind that door. He heard begging, screaming, the mad laughter of the deranged, and at the end of the month, he found an extra five hundred dollars added to his check for every Midnight Visitation he conducted.
His smile curdled when he remembered what the Warden had said to him when he gave him the position.
“I know you’re struggling to feed your appetites, and its only a matter of time before you end up inside these walls for doing something foolish. Why not let me help you feed those urges, and in exchange, I won't tell anyone what sort of debauchery you get up to in your spare time.”
The Warden was a weird one, but Gauge had to admit that he always kept his promises.
Gauge wondered what he put these poor saps through, but quickly put it out of his mind.
The Wardens games were none of his concern, and how he chose to discipline his inmates was his business.

https://youtu.be/RnTXCrWepio
The full video is posted on YouTube for your viewing pleasure.
The report will be cross posted to tripreport and mushroomeducation
10 grams and a Zap: a psilocybin mushroom and THC report.
Before I get into the report, let me tell you a bit about myself.
I am a young man who has been experimenting with psilocybin mushrooms for six months.
I have a high tolerance for mushrooms and THC, usually 8 grams is enough to get me quite high but anything lower than that is very manageable for me.
I start feeling the effects of edible THC at 50 mg.
I have an addictive personality and have a tendency to hyper fixate on things.
Right now I like mushrooms.
But enough about me, let’s get into it.
Preparation:
I got home from work at 3:45 pm on a Thursday, blended 10 grams of blue meanies and put the kettle on to boil.
I put the mushrooms in a tea strainer, added a healthy shot of lemon juice, added some caffeine free herbal tea, and then took 200 mg of edible THC.
When the hot water was ready I poured it into the cup, adding more lemon juice, then I went to take a shower while the mushrooms steeped.
I came back ten minutes later and stirred the tea with a fork for five minutes. Lastly I added some honey.
Trip report:
T+0: I consume the tea of the course of five minutes. When I finish my tea I go up stairs and lay down in my bed.
T+10: the come up starts… Blue meanies kick in faster than cubensis strains and the lemon and hot water broke down the psilocybin so the onset is very fast.
T+30 I am full on TRIPPIN. Distortion waves fill my vision and sparks start to crackle when I look around.
When I close my eyes I can see the visualization of sound waves as if shown on recording equipment.
T+40: I get the bright idea to go make a video in the woods while tripping on mushrooms.
I wanted to make sure my phone was fully charged so I got my battery pack to charge it. The pack was nearly dead so I decided to plug it in to the wall.
The outlet already had a plug in it and must have been faulty, because the second I plugged the cord in..
ZAP!
I hear a click, see a pop of blue sparks. And then got electrocuted. It was a fraction of a second and then it was gone.
I unplugged the batter and sat down on the floor to make sure I was ok.
T+50: I decided I was alright after a few minutes in the floor.
I got up and put the battery pack on the counter and plugged it into a different outlet.
Now here’s where things really start to go sideways.
I got close to the battery and the mushrooms told me to tense my hand.
I tended my hand as hard as I could about 8 inches from the battery.
You can choose to believe me or not but hand to God, I heard a pop and saw a spark spear between my hand and the battery.
The minute after it happened I noticed that I could feel electrical currents moving through my body.
I was able to pull the energy from the battery and into myself.
I sat down on the couch and wrote a poem.
I was rubbing my arm on the couch and suddenly I got electrocuted again.
The static build up shocked me like a jolt from an outlet.
This is when I panicked.
I suddenly realized that everything was electrocuting me. My clothes, wall outlets and batteries.
If I got too close to a power source I’d start to draw in the power.
I called my brother and he came to sit me.
I shook his hand and thanked him for coming and got electrocuted just from touching his hand.
I went into the back yard, got into my swing and covered myself in blankets. I stayed there for a few hours chatting with my family while I calmed down.
It’s now the next day and I can still feel electricity. When I touch my phone with two hands I form a circuit and my back starts to tense up from the electricity.
This is for Paul Stamets and Andrew Huberman. If you are watching this please reach out. I could use some assistance with this new found condition.
Thank you for listening. If you made it to the end, please subscribe to the channel. It’s free to you and helps me keep making content.
Cheers!

I actually don't know how i will explain about me and write this post because so much has happened with me. Its a long readPlease bear with me and please provide honest constructive criticism or advice. My qualifications:- none, zero, nothing
If you count 10th and 12th marks 10th :- 86.4% cbse 12th :- 1st time 49% gseb/state 2nd time 43% gseb/state My story :- i am a 19 year old boy who first took commerce because all people near me said CA's make alot. I was like ok lemme be a CA. Cut to 3 months later i left commerce and took science because i thought i loved maths and physics and i read that iits or engineering make even more. I was like ok engineering bannege. IIT b cse is mine. Then i started going coaching for jee and stuff i but covid started. Like i passed 10th in march 2020 and covid came in march 2020. Online studies. Even after paying attention in clases i didn't self studied. Long story short i completed my 11th with massive backlogs but i didn't lose hope i made a time table of how i am going to study 13hrs a day from " tomorrow " but ofc tomorrow never came. Now a little about my parents they almost hate each other and around when my 12th was completed 70% they were on the verge of divorce. Now this fighting of my parents was happening almost everyday in my 12th and also around for 2 months i got into massive video game addiction as i thought there is time and maybe to distract myself from my house. All this was happening while my father got a massive hit in his business because of covid and he got cheated on so now financially our house is week. Now cut to one month in my boards i had never practiced for written exams only for mcqs for 2 years. My mock marks were bad. Now i thought ofc i can do it as i have studied all the topics and chapters. Just have to write in subjective form. Turns out its fuckin hard to remember longs paragraphs if you are habitual to remembering just formulas and concepts. And guess what procrastination hits me and i didn't prepared. Long story short i got 49% in boards i got so demotivated and depressed at that time i didn't gave jee. Now a new idea or keeda came in my mind. I asked myself do i even want to be a engineering and i was like no. I don't i want to be an entrepreneur or have a business. This was before shark tank so no i really want to. How do i become one and make money....... three letters M B A. Yes i will do an MBA. So i talk to one of the teachers in an institution where they prepare students for cat and also do online research guess what i found out. 12th marks fuckin matter in mba yes. If you wanna go in IIM ABC or any top 20 to 30 b schools in india after college as a freshie you atleast gotta have 65 to 70% percent just to get in an interview. I was like ok if i drop and just focus on boards i will surely get 90 up %. So i fought with everyone in my house and took a drop. Till now i have many good habits and a routine. Now in my life enters a new word. "Overconfidence" yes ladis and gentlemen i got overconfident as boards are easy in comparison to jee. So i didn't studied for first 3 months. Guess what happens my grandfather got sick we rush to the hospital and he was there for about 3 days and i had to stay with him. But the days keep increasing and for 6 months me and my father had to take rounds of hospital and ofc i didn't studied a single day during that time. Now i lost him in December. Also by this time i have started reading atomic habits as i thought it could help me place a routine also i went to a doctor for ADHD checkup and he said that might take time i don't have it so he gave me pills for minor ocd problems which i was facing. Now jan 2023 new year. Good time for everyone and worst for me. Now i started studying online with my cousin sis and helping her studying for jee and myself studying for boards. Now by this time i have lost all my discipline, routine and intrest to study. Even when i started studying in 10 to 15 mins i would start watching YouTube or browsing reddit. Even when i am on meet with my sis. Long story short after 2 months i lost hope and gave up. Whenever i looked at my syllabus i thought i could never do this and then got 43% in boards.
After my boards went to my nani house also told every relative that i won't get good marks. And believe me when i say this i have heard everything you can imagine and one can say about after taking drop and not getting good marks even this time.
Right now in my life i have been told everyday by my father to join me in his business and do btech from a tier 3 college with it.
Even after all this has happened with me and i have failed several times if you also count my small failures with the big ones i mentioned i still somehow got believe and hope. Idk how but i still believe that i will be one of the most successful persons. But with this belief there is also a massive self dbout.
Now i am thinking to do BBA as you don't have to study in it here you can just pass with studying before 2 days of exam and to learn a skill online like coding and digital marketing or sales and gain experience in these fields with internships and jobs. I will start doing this things when i get my laptop i have ordered after like fighting for 3 months for it.
I know i might have lost a good tag or pedigree by not getting into iit but i believe i can make my own pedigree in future that is my skill.
Please suggest me or correct me or criticise me or anything constructive and contributing that might help. I am just a 19 year old with big dreams and your advice might help me achieve them. This phase might be the worst but i get pass it i hope. Thanks for reading till here. Have a nice day

I'm still personally unsure if I'll purge my Reddit account. I likely will, but I want to wait until near the end of the month to see if they eventually backtrack or not. I'm also waiting to receive the archive of my data. Even then I will be likely moving to another platform. I don't want to be on a forum that mines its user-generated content for profit whilst disregarding community wishes and treating third party developers/moderators like crap.
I've seen a lot of people suggesting we use PowerDeleteSuite to delete all Reddit content or replace them all with a piece of text. I've seen many suggest insulting spez. But doing that doesn't really achieve anything. In the future people will just see a lot of contextless insults without explanation.
I'm personally going to replace all my comments with the following text and thought I would share it if anyone else thinks it's good.
"I chose to delete my Reddit content in protest of API changes commencing June 30th 2023.
This decision has widespread implications such as making it more difficult for moderators to manage their subreddits, more likely for spam to enter subreddits, more difficult for blind users to access Reddit, more difficult for anyone to see NSFW content and many other negative consequences. Most 3rd party applications will be shutting down due to the extortionate new pricing being unaffordable for developers despite widespread outrage from the community. Please see this image for more information.
CEO Steve Huffman's response via his 9th June AMA was extremely lacking. IMO it is clear the API changes are designed primarily to kill 3rd party apps whilst boosting Reddit's own traffic and therefore profits before their IPO. The AMA tone suggests little interest in reversing this decision. Accusing a developer of blackmail and then completely ignoring all post pointing out how this is a lie with evidence - alongside other lies related to the API - is troubling behaviour from a supposedly professional CEO to put it mildly.
I've now elected to leave Reddit and find other online platforms for discussions. Reddit's success is partially built around my posts. If that is how they wish to treat our community, I don't want my content here any more.
This could have been easily avoided if Reddit chose to negotiate with their moderators, third party developers and the community their entire company is build around about their API pricing into a more reasonable middle ground. They have not.
So long and thanks for all the fish."
I hope you guys find that helpful.

Jasper frowned as he read over the letter, the summons looking like no other mail he’d ever received.
On Saturday, you are summoned to attend Midnight Visitation as part of your rehabilitation. Attendance is non-negotiable, and refusal will result in forced attendance followed by time spent in solitary. Be ready by no later than eleven. The Warden
“Whoa, that's pretty cool,” said Gavin, reading over his shoulder, “Who do you know that would come all the way down here at midnight to see you?”
Jasper didn’t know, and he told him as much. He was in here for killing the last person who had given a crap about him, and he couldn’t think of anyone who would make the trip in the daytime, let alone at night. His parents had disowned him after he’d killed her, and most of his family refused to have anything to do with him. Some of his cousins would still accept his letters, but few of them would bother to write back. Jasper was perplexed by the invitation, but, by the sound of it, it wasn’t much of an invitation anyway. Attendance seemed to be mandatory, and he was pretty sure most of the guards on the compound would enjoy dragging him there in chains.
The letter had come with their mail, and it was one of the few times the guard had called his name. The last year and a half had been difficult for Jasper, but he was getting used to making it on his own. He’d done it all his life, hadn’t he? His mom and dad had been too busy with their own thing to care about their middle child. Barbara was the smart one, Reggy was the athletic people person, and Jasper…well, Jasper was the screw up. His grades had never been too good, his achievements few and far between, and when Grace had come into the picture, his parents figured it was the best Jasper could do.
Jasper had agreed with them. Grace had been his everything from the moment she agreed to go steady with him. Grace was motivated, a natural saleswoman who had strived for something more than middle management. She had a successful business by the time she graduated college, and Jasper was happy to stay at home and keep the house. Jasper provided her with stability, someone to come home to who lacked the means to do any better, but he couldn’t give her the one thing she wanted.
That's why she had left him, and that's why he had killed her.
He couldn’t stand to be apart from her, couldn’t stand for her to be with someone else, and now he was stuck in Stragview for his lapse in judgment.
That's what made the note so cryptic, and the longer he thought about it, the shorter the list of people who would come all the way out here at night became.
He did a little more than wait, he supposed. Jasper had asked around about this Midnight Visitation, but no one seemed to know much about it. The younger guys all shook their heads, and the older guys clammed up when he asked them. It was like a magic spell had been cast over the whole thing, and when you asked some of these guys, it seemed to sap the life out of them before your eyes. Garth, one of the more gregarious murderers on Jasper’s block, had looked downright scared when he’d asked him about the visitation.
“I can’t say nothin,” Garth had said, “and neither will you once you go. It’s a secret that you keep after that. It’s something that changes you, or you keep going back till it does.”
“What changes you?” Jasper had asked, but Garth wouldn’t say anymore.
“Get away from me. Get away, before he thinks I told you.”
He’d left in a hurry then, their chess game only four moves in, and Jasper found he had more questions than before.
He supposed that all would be answered on Saturday, and as the days passed, he found himself a little excited by the whole idea of the thing.
When Saturday night finally arrived, Officer Gauge found him on his bunk, his best uniform still looking ragged, as he waited for whatever might come. Gauge held out a pair of cuffs, telling Jasper that he’d have to cuff him before they left. Jasper nodded, putting his hands behind his back, but Gauge told him that in the front would be fine. Jasper shrugged, it was his show, and let him cuff him in the front. Some of the guys who were still awake made suggestive noises as he left, some of them telling him to enjoy his “night visit”, but a lot of the older guys were noticeably quiet.
Gauge led him to the visitation area, the little spot behind the staff check-in area, and when Jasper shook his cuffs at him, Gauge told him to sit down and put his hands on the eye hook on the table. There were a few guys in here, some of them Jasper knew, but most he didn't, and they all seemed to be cuffed to the protruding hook in the center of the table. Jasper started to buck, but realized it wouldn’t do any good. Whatever this was, they would have him one way or another. He set his hands down on the table, and Gauge pulled a lock out of his pocket. He secured Jasper to the spot before leaving in an all fired hurry.
Whatever was about to happen, Gauge clearly didn’t want any part of it.
Jasper glanced around the room, taking in the men who sat around him. There were about twelve in all, all of them shackled to the table, and they were all spaced so that at least three chairs separated them from another inmate. Most of them looked confused or unsure, but a couple of them looked like they knew what was coming; knew and weren’t looking forward to it. One of them, a big bald bruiser named Dennis, had his head against the table as he cried nakedly between his elbows. Another who Jasper didn’t know was praying in fast spanish. A third, Jasper thought his name might be Conroy, was thrashing around as he pulled at his bonds. His eyes were roving around like a scared horse, and he kept pulling at his cuffs until he heard a lock click near the back of the room.
Then he went still and Jasper thought he saw him listening for something.
A pair of double metal doors at the back of the room burst open then, and Jasper saw a small group walk in unattended by guards. Two of them were children, a pair of twins who looked ghostly under the dim fluorescents. One was a dark haired woman who sat down in front of the man as he prayed. The last was a tall, homely woman who took the seat across from a younger inmate that Jasper couldn’t put a name to. The young man stiffened as she sat down, and the pair was close enough that Jasper could suddenly see that the problem wasn’t the womans face, but rather what was on it. She had a crop of mold growing from ear to ear and as it wove around her eyes, it made her look like she was wearing glasses.
“Hello, Emanuel.” she said, her voice thick but not unhappy to see him, “I see prison had suited you.”
“What the fuck is this?” the inmate said, trying to back away and failing as the chains caught him, “you ain’t real. You look like my ma, but you ain’t my ma.”
“Of course I am, Em. How else would I know about how you drowned me in the bathtub? How else would I know what you did to me before you buried me in the basement? How else would I know how much you cried before you turned yourself in? You felt me watching you from the corner of your room, and it ate at you until you couldn’t take it anymore. The same way,” She leaned in slyly as she grinned, “that you ate at me after I was gone.”
The inmates started making a sound like someone choking on air. He kept pulling away from the woman, but the chains brought him up yet again. Jasper looked away, but he could see similar scenes of horror unfolding around him as more people joined them. The twins sat down in front of the sobbing man, but he wouldn’t lift his head. He wouldn’t look at them, couldn’t look at them, but the longer Jasper looked, the more he could see the bruises around the necks. The deep purple marks looked like individual fingers, and they seemed incable speaking through their bruised throats. They sat menacingly across from him, and every peek he gave them was followed by a hopeless cry of terror.
Others came, men, women, children, mothers, fathers, wives, and everything in between. The inmates' reactions were as varied as the specters. One man could only repeat the phrase “I’m sorry” as a half naked boy of seventeen sat silently across from him. The mother and son he had seen first were now sitting with her hands on his as he rocked and shook his head in negation. What could only be an older man's parents asked if he were proud of what he’d done to them, but he only sat silently and stared right through them.
Jasper wondered when it would be his turn, but he didn’t have long to ponder.
“Sorry I’m late, dear. The commute was dreadful.”
His breath came out as little more than a puff of smoke, and when he turned to look at her, Jasper could tell that it was Grace only by the necklace that she wore. He’d given her that necklace for their third anniversary, and he supposed her parents had left it on her when they buried her. Her face, a face he had loved so much, was gone. She looked like a burn victim, like a used up match stick, and the eyes that looked back at him glowed from empty sockets. Jasper wanted to scream, wanted to pull away as her red and oozing hand came out to touch his, but he couldn’t muster the strength.
She was burnt, her beauty stolen in death, and that too was his fault.
After he’d blind sided her, begging for another chance, she had told him to get lost. She said she couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t give her children, and suggested that he go back to his moms house before her new boyfriend found them together. At the mention of a new boyfriend, he grabbed her by the neck as she turned away and slammed her head against the wall of the stairwell outside her apartment. He had kept right on doing this until she stopped struggling, and even then he did it a few more times. He only stopped when her head began to dribble something besides blood and he realized he had broken her skull. He was scared then, afraid that he would get caught, and when he put her in his car, he wasn’t sure what he intended to do with her.
The police had caught him in his parents backyard, one of her neighbors having seen the whole thing, but by then, Grace had been a charcoal briquette.
He’d heard the funeral had been closed casket, but apparently they hadn’t closed it tight enough.
“Whats wrong dear? Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t live without me? I believe it was a little bit before you smashed my head against the wall. I assumed that, since you’d taken all that time to burn me, that you wanted me to look this way. Well, have a good look, Jasper. See what you’ve done to your Grace!”
Every word she spoke sent flakes of her tongue and lips onto the table, onto his hands, and onto Jasper’s face. She was leaning in closer, bringing her horrible visage closer to him, and Jasper felt his sanity beginning to whimper. As she brought the remains of her blackened lips together, he added his scream to the others. As they pressed against his flesh, he let his eyes roll up to the whites. He tried to stay conscious, but the sheer horror of the situation was eroding his mind. This couldn’t be. Things like this weren’t real. Grace was dead, she couldn’t come back to torment him.
As he regained consciousness, he found that he was still chained to the table and the terrible Grace was still sitting across from him.
“You seem to have gotten a little sleepy, my love. That's okay. The Warden was nice enough to extend invitation for the whole night, and I was more than happy to come and see my best fella.”
Jasper screamed, screamed until his throat broke, and when Gauge opened the door at five o’clock, all those present were as silent as the grave.
Gauge led them away like a flock of lambs, easily correcting them when they tried to stumble out of line. He had been doing this for a while, two or three years at least, and he had learned not to question what went on behind that door. He heard begging, screaming, the mad laughter of the deranged, and at the end of the month, he found an extra five hundred dollars added to his check for every Midnight Visitation he conducted.
His smile curdled when he remembered what the Warden had said to him when he gave him the position.
“I know you’re struggling to feed your appetites, and its only a matter of time before you end up inside these walls for doing something foolish. Why not let me help you feed those urges, and in exchange, I won't tell anyone what sort of debauchery you get up to in your spare time.”
The Warden was a weird one, but Gauge had to admit that he always kept his promises.
Gauge wondered what he put these poor saps through, but quickly put it out of his mind.
The Wardens games were none of his concern, and how he chose to discipline his inmates was his business.