Hello. I have a 2020 Kia Sorento v6 3.3L SUV that is a daily commuter, lots of stop and go, with mixed long highway trips. I do tend to be hard on my brakes...lots of salt on the roads so I need to go with coated rotors and I'd like to have premium brake pads.
Price is a consideration but safety and longevity are primary concerns. This is a Kia Sorento...its not going on the track :) Don't think I need slotted and drilled rotors but I would get them as long as they last.
My options I have seen so far. All prices Canadian dollars with 15% sales tax to add on top of the below:

1. Dealer, OEM: $1200 plus tax (no install)
   
2. NAPA Adaptive One pads and rotors: $1029 plus tax (no install)
   
3. Rock Auto, Dynamic Friction Geo-Kit 5000; Geospec Rotors with 5000 Advanced Brake Pads, $520 plus tax (no install, shipping included)
   

At almost half-price I'm thinking the Dynamic Friction might be the obvious way to go, but I don't know much about them but it seems they are related to other premium brands. these pads are ceramic.
I was looking for Centric or Powerstop, but I don't see Centric available and the Powerstop options will cost about $200 more, and the rotors that are coated are slotted and drilled. Rock Auto has them listed as "Z23 Evolution Sport; Includes Drilled & Slotted Rotors, Carbon-Fiber Ceramic Pads & Hardware". I don't mind the extra $200 if it will help, but I wonder about the slotted and drilled part impacting longevity?
Any advice or an alternative route I'm open to. Thanks!

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LAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF TRADITIONAL OWNERS
I respectfully acknowledge the Traditional Owners of the land we call Melbourne, the Wurundjeri Woi-Wurrung and Bunurong Boon Wurrung peoples of the Eastern Kulin and pay respect to their Elders past, present and emerging.
I acknowledge and honour the unbroken spiritual, cultural and political connection the Wurundjeri, Bunurong, Dja Dja Wurrung, Taungurung and Wadawurrung peoples of the Eastern Kulin have to this unique place for more than 2000 generations.
THE GAME
Part scavenger hunt, part hide-and-seek and part race, BikeTag is a mystery photo tag game played on bicycles.
It starts with a player who posts a picture of their bike at a “mystery location” somewhere in the greater Melbourne area.
The goal here is to be the first person to figure out where that is, ride your bike to that same spot and take a photo of your bike there.
Then you ride to a different location take your bike's photo at the new “mystery location” as the next place to find for everyone else. Both pictures are posted in a self post and the game starts over.
HOW TO PLAY
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• You must bike to the "mystery location" and take a picture of your bike there. Simply naming the location is not enough. Such posts will be removed.
• Once you discover the "mystery location" and snap the proper picture, bike to a new "mystery location" of your choosing and take a picture of your bike there.
• Submit both pictures in a new self-post with a title that includes "Bike Tag" and the number of the new location. Be sure to include a quick description of where the previous location was. NOTE: you may not "reserve" being "IT" by immediately posting a photo of your bike in the old "mystery location" before finding and posting a picture of the new "mystery location."
• Finally post a comment, or better yet a link to your new post, in the previous thread so that readers of that thread know the game continues!

HINTS/CLUES
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• Hints are optional at the time of posting a new tag, however it is encouraged that you give the post at least 72 hours before a hint is given.
• If a mystery location goes undiscovered for a week, OP should edit post to include a hint. Other players are encouraged to request clues after a week if OP hasn't yet posted one.
• Once a post is two weeks old anyone can add a hint or a clue. This way if someone knows the where the mystery location is but does not have time to bike there themselves, they can help keep the game from becoming stagnant.

THE RULES
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• Mystery locations must be freely accessible to the public and by bicycle.
• Mystery locations should be unique/interesting/identifiable. Tags that include only nondescript features (blank walls) are not acceptable and will be removed.
• Mystery locations may not be mobile objects (food trucks, for example).
• Discovered mystery locations and new mystery locations must be tagged with the same bicycle, on the same ride.
• Pictures of discovered mystery locations and new mystery locations must be posted at the same time.

CREDITS
The origins of the game of BikeTag, as far as I have been able to track, put the game in Minneapolis, Minnesota, in 2007. BikeTag on Reddit was started on in 2011 on /BikingATX, that was then adopted by /bikeLA, that was then adopted by /chibike. The game in /CyclePDX was created in 2016 and a website called BikeTag.org was created in 2018 as a tool for the game in Portland, Oregon but has since started other cities across the globe.

hola! a fin de año del año pasado, en la fiesta de fin de año de mi pega, 2 compañeros bebieron y dp manejaron. una de ellas me ofreció llevarme a mi casa y yo le dije que no, pero no le dije que era porque ella había estado piscoleando, sino que le dije que tenía que ir a otra parte. no me dio la personalidad para decirle que no me subo a autos de gente manejando con copete. el otro que había tomado y que andaba manejando, sí se llevó a unos compañeros y los dejó en un metro.
hace 2 semanas en mi equipo hubo un carrete de bienvenida de los nuevos (2) y nuestro jefazo, fue en auto. yo quedé un poco plop de que el loquito fuera en auto porque poco antes de la hora de juntarse, empezó a decir en slack que lo único que quería era lanzarse. la cosa es que se tomó dos chelas y después se fue manejando a su casa que más encima es fuera de santiago (el bar donde nos juntamos queda en provi y digamos que el jefazo vive en buin). Yo no le dije nada pero sí hice un comentario pasivo-agresivo sobre manejar con copete pero ya daba lo mismo y era imposible de disuadirlo.
qué hacen ustedes frente a esta situación?

Buongiorno a tutti, vi chiedo se possibile un aiuto nel capire quale potrebbe essere l’effettivo valore dell’auto che mia madre sta valutando di rivendere (io mi sto trasferendo e le lascerei la mia). L’auto di mia madre è una Opel Karl rocks a GPL immatricolata nel 2018, con circa 50000km. L’auto è in ottime condizioni, non ha mai avuto problemi ed è sempre stata fatta la manutenzione ordinaria, guidata praticamente solo in strade provinciali/extraurbane (no città, pochissima autostrada). L’allestimento è base, l’unico optional è il display con Apple CarPlay. Mia madre ha provato a parlare con un concessionario (per telefono, l’auto non l’hanno neanche vista) e l’avrebbero valutata €6000. A me sinceramente sembra poco, ho dato un occhio ai vari siti e vedo che con stesso allestimento e chilometraggio sono in listino anche per €12000/13000; chiaro che sicuramente il concessionario ci deve guadagnare la sua parte, ma mi sembra una differenza esagerata. Secondo voi quale potrebbe essere un prezzo giusto? Dovremmo sentire altri concessionari o provare a vendere da privati? Vi ringrazio per l’aiuto

Buongiorno/Buonasera a tutti,
Scrivo questo post per chiedere se qualcuno ha acquitato auto da paesi Extra-EU, di specifico mi interessano Ucraina e la Cina. Ci sono delle macchine che ovviamente non sono disponibili in mercato Europeo ma esistono in Ucraina che pure loro hanno imporatato da qualche parte, addirittura il modello e optional che vorrei io. Ero interessato a comprare e poi omologarla in Italia anche se dovrei prima omologarla in Germania molto probabilmente perchè da noi chiedono troppi documenti e l'attesa è infinita. Qualcuno ha fatto una roba del genere? Stessa domanda per la Cina?

Hello, everyone. I am an amateur researcher interested in true crime, particularly an unsolved series of murders that took place in California in the late 1960s. The killer in question identified himself in letters as "The Zodiac."
After having researched the case in depth for a long time, I've come to a running hypothesis that the self-given name may have actually held some sort of emotional significance to the killer, who quite possibly developed and carried out attacks in keeping with some sort of astrological model.
I'll explain some various things below, but mainly I want to stress that my goal here is to source this community for opinions in the hopes that I can glean some further insight into the case. Perhaps something described below will resonate with someone who could steer me toward a particular topic or style of Astrology that is relevant. For all I know, it is possible to reverse-engineer a chart based on the following information, which in turn results in a birthday, which could then be used to steer focus for later research. I would greatly appreciate any and all help with this.
Fact #1: Moonless crimes. There are 4 confirmed attacks by the killer. 3 occurred at night, one occurred during daytime hours. Since we define night or day as whether or not the sun is above the horizon line, I just applied that same idea to the moon. On all 4 occassions, the moon was below the horizon line (including the single day-time attack). This largely extends to the letters the killer sent, too. What sort of significance might that be indicative of? Like... why may it have been important to the killer that the moon not reflect light on his area... even during the day?
Fact #2: Stellar alignment. The killer sent in a map and a bomb threat, with a note indicating to make an adjustment to Magnetic North. Geographically speaking, 2 of the 4 attack locations do not appear on the map. Of those two, one occurred at 12:10 AM, July 5th, 1969, and the other at 6:30 PM, September 27th, 1969. I researched historical positions of the stars in the sky, and found that these two days and times are approximately 6 minutes from being perfectly in sync with each other as far as where you would observe stars in the sky. What sort of significance might that be indicative of?
Fact #3: Orbital calendar. From what I gather, this is an idea that is very close in concept to traditional astrology. In early letters, the Zodiac killer kept track of prior attacks by listing out dates or months which he attacked people, up to and including a diagram with 12 spokes, a Zodiac wheel. He marked 5 of the spokes with Xs, which correlate to the same months he previously listed in letters. I applied this concept, taking one behavior he demonstrated and stuck it to another with some added granular detail. By placing that zodiac wheel on the map and then adjusting it by the historical value of magnetic north to accommodate for the note he put on the map, I found that of the two crimes which are located on the map, both of them correlate to the month placement perfectly fine, and one even is accurate down to just a couple of hours. This seems awfully in line with Astrology in so many ways. Could some sort of chart be reverse-engineered based on that? Would this be significant in other ways?
In sum, there appears to be a consistent sort of quality amongst the various times and places and behaviors of this case which are describable in a distinct fashion that certainly appears to jive with fundamental principles underlying astrology. I'm fishing for a way to leverage this data toward usefulness, and any opinions are welcome.
Below is a list of raw data and images to help convey what I described above.

Moonless

Night time attacks:
-On December 20th 1968, the moon set at 5:56 PM in Vallejo. It did not rise again until 9:39 AM the next day. The killer attacked at approximately 11:15 PM
-On July 4th 1969, the moon set at 11:32 AM and did not rise again until 11:23 AM on July 5th. The killer attacked at approximately 12:10 AM July 5th.
-On October 11th 1969, the moon set at 6:41 PM and did not rise again until 7:36 AM the next day. The killer attacked at approximately 9:50 PM
Day time attack:
-September 27th 1969, the moon set at 9:04 AM and did not rise again until 7:51 PM, more than an hour after the killer attacked. The killer attacked at approximately 6:30 PM. (I used Vallejo as my geographic center since neither Napa or Lake Berryessa are available options)
With this in mind, I took to examining the killer's letters for postmarks or other information to see if this was sheer dumb luck, or representative of a larger pattern of behavior. I used San Francisco as my geographic center for everything below.
Letters:
-July 31st 1969: The zodiac sent his 3 parts of the 408 cipher to the Vallejo Times Herald, the SF Chronicle and the SF Examiner. All 3 envelopes bore a PM postmark. Moonset was at 9:12 AM and it moonrise was at 10:12 PM.
-August 1969 letter was sent somewhere between the First and 4th. Unknown if it bore an AM or PM postmark. Some speculate that it was hand-delivered. Moonset occurred (in order) at 10:22 AM, 11:30 AM, 12:36 PM and 1:41 PM
**-**October 13th 1969, PM postmark, Moonrise was at 9:56 AM and moonset was at 7:46 PM. This is the only instance the moon is guaranteed to be out at the time the killer did anything.
-November 8th 1969, PM postmark, Moonset was at 4:08 PM
-November 9th 1969, PM postmark, Moonset was at 4:42 PM
-April 20th 1970, Moonset was at 4:43 AM, Moonrise was at 6:16 PM. Postmark is irrelevant.
-April 28th 1970, PM postmark, Moonset was at 12:25 PM.
-June 26 1970, PM postmark. Moonset was at 2:04 PM
-July 24th 1970, PM postmark, Moonset was at 1:03 PM
-July 26th 1970, PM postmark, Moonset was at 3:21 PM
-October 27th 1970, PM postmark, Moonset was at 3:52 PM
-March 13 1971, Moonset was at 6:51 AM and moonrise was at 8:06 PM. Postmark is irrelevant.
-March 22nd 1971, No postmark. Moonset was at 1:46 PM.
-Jan 29th 1974, AM postmark. Moonrise occurred at 11:05 AM.
-February 14th 1974. Postmark unknown. Moonset occurred at 12:24 PM.
-May 8th 1974. PM postmark. Moonset was 7:38 AM, and Moonrise was at 10:44 PM.
-July 8th 1974. PM postmark. Moonset was at 9:52 AM.
The moon averages 12 hours and 16 minutes of sky time each day. 20 of 21 crimes and letters coincide with the availability to accomplish that task while the moon is absent from the visible sky.

An overlay of star positions between 12:04 AM July 5 1969 and 6:30 PM Sept 27 1969, to show that 6 minutes of compensation is all that was needed to bring that into alignment.
Graffiti left on a Victim's car door by the killer, Sept 27 1969
List of months left at end of letter, Nov 8 1969
Zodiac Wheel Diagram Nov 9, 1969 (Starting with December on the bottom and working counter-clockwise, it indicates the same months listed in the above link. December, July, August, September, October)
B & W scan of the map the killer sent in, June 26, 1970
re-made copy of the map with a calendar
-The October 11th line coincides with the physical location of the crime. It occurred at the corner of Washington and Cherry in San Francisco.
-The physical location of the crime occurring on December 20th 1968 intersects Lake Herman Road, and temporally correlated to Friday the 13th of December, 1968, 1 week discrepancy.
Of the 4 confirmed attacks, the above two are the only two confirmed ones which are geographically described by the map.

Hi Guys,
i am planning a Road trip from edmonton to los angeles. I will be driving from edmonton to vancouver on my 2016 honda accord with my wife. Car is well maintained.i will have 12 days to come back.
my main focus is south pacific highway from LA TO SF. I have friends and family at PORT COQUITLAM, BEAVERTON,OREGON,SAN FRANCISCO AND LA. while i was planning my first route which
will follow , i came to the idea to drive straight to salt lake city and hit LA first through VEGAS and then come back all the way back to edmonton through mentioned stops.
Route 1:-
18-Jun-23 travel from Edmonton to Port coquitlam
19-Jun-23 Port Coquitlam to Beaverton, Oregon.
20-Jun-23 beaverton to redwood national park to fairfield,California
21-Jun-23 fairfield, CA and around
22-Jun-23 san francisco Sightseeing
23-Jun-23 Fairfield, CA to South pacific highway (will stay overnight some where need suggestions)
24-Jun-23 somewhere on the highway to Los Angeles
25-Jun-23 los Angeles
26-Jun-23 los Angeles to Fairfield,California
27-Jun-23 fairfield to Kennewick, Washington
28-Jun-23 kennewick to radium hot springs
29-Jun-23 radium hot springs to Edmonton
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Route 2 :-
18-Jun-23 travel from Edmonton to Salt lake city( i think this is a big stretch , but we will see as i have time next day)
19-Jun-23 salt lake city to LAS Vegas ( 6 HR drive and will stay in LAS Vegas for 1 night )
20-Jun-23 LAS VEGAS to LOS ANGELES
21-Jun-23 LOS ANGELES sightseeing
22-Jun-23 Los Angeles to South pacific highway (will stay overnight some where need suggestions)
23-Jun-23 South pacific highway to Fairfield, CA (will stay here for sf stop)
24-Jun-23 SF SIGHTSEEING
25-Jun-23 Sf to Redwood National parks
26-Jun-23 Redwood national park to beaverton(stay over night with family)
27-Jun-23 Beaverton to Port coquitlam,BC, CANADA(Will stay over night)
28-Jun-23 port coquitlam to Edmonton (back home)
29-Jun-23 extra Day
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Please help me figure out few things -
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1. is this doable or i am pushing it too much, what could be the other options ?
   
2. I keep a hunting knife in my car, would that be allowed through Border ?
   

3.what other things i should be taking with me if you have recently done a roadtrip, please send your list.

1. its my first time drive from LA to SF on coastal highway , please recommend good stops, must see .
   
2. i am planning to stay at Carmel by sea for one night , is it doable from LA in one day considering the coastal highway is closed for some part
   

and do have to take 46 east and then again 46 west to salinas and then to carmel by the sea.

1. what is the cheaper hotel app for last minute bookings in case i need them.
   
2. Please advice some special stop at redwood national park because i wont have enough time there.
   

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Thanks.

Vivo aquí en Barcelona, y soy joven (20 años). Es la primera vez que me ocurre algo así y quería hablar de esto.
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Básicamente fui a un Carrefour al que suelo ir bastante porque está cerca de mi lugar de estudio, y como había mucha cola en las cajas normales fui a las de auto pago.
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Una vez allí, hice todo como debería hacer y mientras esperaba aún al ticket (porque era la primera vez que compraba dos porciones de un mismo producto, y no sabía como hacerlo), y aunque me dieron la posibilidad de multiplicarlo por dos, y eso hice, no estaba seguro que me iba a funcionar.
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Cuando aún estaba esperando al ticket vino una señora (que trabaja allí) y lo primero que dice es que me quiero llevar un producto sin pagarlo (de forma vejatoria) y directamente me dice que o pague el producto o soy un ladrón, etc.
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ENCIMA, sin dejarme hablar, comienza a decir que seguro uso el móvil para simular el peso del producto y así robarlo (ojo, todo sin pruebas).
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Al final simplemente le dije que eso no es manera de explicar las cosas, y que alguien que ha tenido un problema con las máquinas debería recibir ayuda, no ese tratamiento.
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Ella, que parecía ofendida además, siguió diciéndome que o pague ese producto de más o llama a seguridad. Ante la amenaza, le dije que no voy a pagar el producto (y que se lo quede), porque todo este problema era que supuestamente iba a llevarme un producto sin pagar (y pues bueno, siguiendo esa lógica y para solucionarlo le dije que se quede el producto).
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¿Fue esto suficiente para ella? No. Decidió llamar a seguridad, que como muchas veces suelen tener ese aire de superioridad y tratar la situación como si fuesen the Rock en una de sus películas.
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El de seguridad ni siquiera me dejó hablar y simplemente escuchó la versión de la trabajadora “quiere llevarse un producto sin pagarlo” (lo cual es mentira porque el producto ya se lo había devuelto).
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El de seguridad me llevó al lado de todo el mundo, hablando de forma agresiva y diciéndome que me iban a denunciar, que era un ladrón, y que no me iba a ir de allí, etc.
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También me amenazó con cachear mi mochila y me llevo a una habitación pequeña. Una vez allí llamó a su superior que le dijo que me dejase ir, y ni siquiera se molestó en pedir perdón por todo lo creado.
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Lo único que pude hacer es pedir una hoja de reclamaciones y tras conseguir el nombre del agente, decidí llamar a su empresa para reclamar lo sucedido. Pero para qué engañarnos, no va a servir de nada.
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¿Qué habríais hecho en esta situación? ¿Pagar el producto o devolverlo? Yo desde luego lo habría pagado si no hubiese sido por el tratamiento tan pésimo desde el principio por parte de la trabajadora. Fue directamente a incriminar, en vez de entender que fue un simple error (o comprobar las máquinas, por ejemplo).

Vivo aquí en Barcelona, y soy joven (20 años). Es la primera vez que me ocurre algo así y quería hablar de esto.
​
Básicamente fui a un Carrefour al que suelo ir bastante porque está cerca de mi lugar de estudio, y como había mucha cola en las cajas normales fui a las de auto pago.
​
Una vez allí, hice todo como debería hacer y mientras esperaba aún al ticket (porque era la primera vez que compraba dos porciones de un mismo producto, y no sabía como hacerlo), y aunque me dieron la posibilidad de multiplicarlo por dos, y eso hice, no estaba seguro que me iba a funcionar.
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Cuando aún estaba esperando al ticket vino una señora (que trabaja allí) y lo primero que dice es que me quiero llevar un producto sin pagarlo (de forma vejatoria) y directamente me dice que o pague el producto o soy un ladrón, etc.
​
ENCIMA, sin dejarme hablar, comienza a decir que seguro uso el móvil para simular el peso del producto y así robarlo (ojo, todo sin pruebas).
​
Al final simplemente le dije que eso no es manera de explicar las cosas, y que alguien que ha tenido un problema con las máquinas debería recibir ayuda, no ese tratamiento.
​
Ella, que parecía ofendida además, siguió diciéndome que o pague ese producto de más o llama a seguridad. Ante la amenaza, le dije que no voy a pagar el producto (y que se lo quede), porque todo este problema era que supuestamente iba a llevarme un producto sin pagar (y pues bueno, siguiendo esa lógica y para solucionarlo le dije que se quede el producto).
​
¿Fue esto suficiente para ella? No. Decidió llamar a seguridad, que como muchas veces suelen tener ese aire de superioridad y tratar la situación como si fuesen the Rock en una de sus películas.
​
El de seguridad ni siquiera me dejó hablar y simplemente escuchó la versión de la trabajadora “quiere llevarse un producto sin pagarlo” (lo cual es mentira porque el producto ya se lo había devuelto).
​
El de seguridad me llevó al lado de todo el mundo, hablando de forma agresiva y diciéndome que me iban a denunciar, que era un ladrón, y que no me iba a ir de allí, etc.
​
También me amenazó con cachear mi mochila y me llevo a una habitación pequeña. Una vez allí llamó a su superior que le dijo que me dejase ir, y ni siquiera se molestó en pedir perdón por todo lo creado.
​
Lo único que pude hacer es pedir una hoja de reclamaciones y tras conseguir el nombre del agente, decidí llamar a su empresa para reclamar lo sucedido. Pero para qué engañarnos, no va a servir de nada.
​
¿Qué habríais hecho en esta situación? ¿Pagar el producto o devolverlo? Yo desde luego lo habría pagado si no hubiese sido por el tratamiento tan pésimo desde el principio por parte de la trabajadora. Fue directamente a incriminar, en vez de entender que fue un simple error (o comprobar las máquinas, por ejemplo).
El Carrefour está en C.Llacuna, Barcelona ciudad.

Vivo aquí en Barcelona, y soy joven (20 años). Es la primera vez que me ocurre algo así y quería hablar de esto.
​
Básicamente fui a un Carrefour al que suelo ir bastante porque está cerca de mi lugar de estudio, y como había mucha cola en las cajas normales fui a las de auto pago.
​
Una vez allí, hice todo como debería hacer y mientras esperaba aún al ticket (porque era la primera vez que compraba dos porciones de un mismo producto, y no sabía como hacerlo), y aunque me dieron la posibilidad de multiplicarlo por dos, y eso hice, no estaba seguro que me iba a funcionar.
​
Cuando aún estaba esperando al ticket vino una señora (que trabaja allí) y lo primero que dice es que me quiero llevar un producto sin pagarlo (de forma vejatoria) y directamente me dice que o pague el producto o soy un ladrón, etc.
​
ENCIMA, sin dejarme hablar, comienza a decir que seguro uso el móvil para simular el peso del producto y así robarlo (ojo, todo sin pruebas).
​
Al final simplemente le dije que eso no es manera de explicar las cosas, y que alguien que ha tenido un problema con las máquinas debería recibir ayuda, no ese tratamiento.
​
Ella, que parecía ofendida además, siguió diciéndome que o pague ese producto de más o llama a seguridad. Ante la amenaza, le dije que no voy a pagar el producto (y que se lo quede), porque todo este problema era que supuestamente iba a llevarme un producto sin pagar (y pues bueno, siguiendo esa lógica y para solucionarlo le dije que se quede el producto).
​
¿Fue esto suficiente para ella? No. Decidió llamar a seguridad, que como muchas veces suelen tener ese aire de superioridad y tratar la situación como si fuesen the Rock en una de sus películas.
​
El de seguridad ni siquiera me dejó hablar y simplemente escuchó la versión de la trabajadora “quiere llevarse un producto sin pagarlo” (lo cual es mentira porque el producto ya se lo había devuelto).
​
El de seguridad me llevó al lado de todo el mundo, hablando de forma agresiva y diciéndome que me iban a denunciar, que era un ladrón, y que no me iba a ir de allí, etc.
​
También me amenazó con cachear mi mochila y me llevo a una habitación pequeña. Una vez allí llamó a su superior que le dijo que me dejase ir, y ni siquiera se molestó en pedir perdón por todo lo creado.
​
Lo único que pude hacer es pedir una hoja de reclamaciones y tras conseguir el nombre del agente, decidí llamar a su empresa para reclamar lo sucedido. Pero para qué engañarnos, no va a servir de nada.
​
¿Qué habríais hecho en esta situación? ¿Pagar el producto o devolverlo? Yo desde luego lo habría pagado si no hubiese sido por el tratamiento tan pésimo desde el principio por parte de la trabajadora. Fue directamente a incriminar, en vez de entender que fue un simple error (o comprobar las máquinas, por ejemplo).
Al parecer esta no es la primera vez que pasa, y conozco a gente que ha tenido experiencias similares con ese establecimiento y sus agentes de seguridad.
(Carrefour en el Westfield Glòries, C.Llacuna)

Part 26: https://www.reddit.com/Viidith22/comments/141nvay/my_roommate_is_slenderman_part_26/
(Terry)
I awoke an hour later, brain pulsing. I was in the back of the van laying on the floor, “The prodigal son returns, welcome back you crazy son of a bitch!” Tucker laughed.
“Took on a god face to face. Pretty sure the only one with bigger balls than that would be Abraham. Though, balls didn’t save you.” Doc said, looking up from his book.
“Took the last core I had, but at least I can say I’ve killed a god now.” Tucker snickered with a smirk.
“Concentrated light, can’t say it’s what I would have thought of, but it was effective.”
“Yeah, wasn’t effective portably until we came across some anti-matter from a crashed–”
“What?” I tried sitting up but failed.
“Right.” He stood, propping up the left row of seats, and pulled out a black case. Flicking it up he aimed it down at me, “Anti-matter annihilation laser. Think you can piece it together.” There were about five lenses that each shrunk, narrowing the barrel to a tip. Everything but the lenses was coated in a vanta black paint, “Each lens reduces the energy state while also–”
“I couldn’t give less fucks if I pulled them out of Doc’s patients. You killed him with that thing?”
“Yup, his head’s probably gettin' breathed in from the wildlife out here.” He clicked the case shut, put it back in place, and sat.
“And the data is intact?”
There was a brief pause, “While it is, I feel it’s important to be more concerned about yourself. You have major skull fractures, a concussion, you’re missing your face flesh, your back had to be clotted to avoid you bleeding out, and you are severely low on blood. You should be sleeping right now.”
“I just, I had to know.”
“Knowing you, you’ll be back on your feet in–”
I passed out again before he finished talking.
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When I awoke, I was on my bed, Sepratine was applying herbs to my face, “Ho–”
“16 hours, Doctor Sadist and Rachel are busy. You really ought to be more cautious, this isn’t one of your video games.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind. You heard from Jones?”
“No, apparently he passed out at the wheel after he parked. The Sadist said they’d be out for a while. He’s having Rachel look them over once she finishes a project she’s working on.”
“Shouldn’t you be helping her?”
She put her mortar down and sighed, “Flip onto your side, I need to replace the bandages on your back, then you need to eat.”
She finished tending to me in silence, then went to cook. The whole time, I just wanted to get up and finish everything. But even if I did, the data wasn’t fully recovered until it was sifted through. So I resigned to wait until the detective got back to me.
Sepratine came back a while later with a plate toppling over itself and a glass of water. Not to get too detailed, but both were empty in a matter of… 30 seconds or so? “Now get back to sleep. Your face should be back to normal in another day, and your skull is still fusing back together.”
“Let me know when Jones has the info.” She stood, taking my plate and cup.
“Someone will I’m sure. Get some rest, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t. You were reckless enough… Whatever, goodbye.”
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When I came to again, my face was dry, the medicine Sepratine had put on felt like a cracked desert, leaving a green crust behind. I stood, heading to the bathroom to wash my face. I took my meds, then removed the bandages from my back. Heading back to my room, I grabbed my phone, seeing several missed calls and texts. I immediately opened the message from Jones.
Call me when you wake up, I’ve got it, you’re not gonna believe where it is.
The phone rang four times, “Eh? Terry, that you?” He yawned.
“Yeah, what’s the deal?”
“You remember when you first met me?”
“No.”
“Well, I was headed to a town down in southeastern Oregon, one that wasn’t on any maps. And you’re not gonna believe this shit, but Tenyit Lane, the place I went, that’s where he’s being held.”
“So you know where I need to go?”
“Yeah, the place is a hot zone for organizations. There’re at least seven that I’ve recorded since I first went, and that’s not including–”
“And?”
“Well, point is, there’s security everywhere, people are gonna be everywhere, and the police and government officials are gonna be too busy counting bodies to care about one missing person.”
“Send me the coordinates.” I took a picture of my wall, putting the phone back against my ear.
“I’ll do you one better, I still have an old map to the place, I’ll send it over.”
“I don’t care what you say, I am paying you after this.”
I was already out the door, wearing nothing but a hoodie and sweatpants. I started the car, threw on EDM, and headed down to find Joseph.
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A grey smoke rose in the night air above the town. I had a good ten miles left on the empty road before getting to the one stop on the entire strip. As I climbed the mountain, I turned my windshield wipers up more and more. The road was coated in a light crust of white, the speckles dropping ever so carefully in the light wind.
As I rounded a bend, I saw a flicker of headlights through the pine trees. Rounding the next one, I saw the lights again, this time coming around their own turn, before heading in my direction. The snow picked up as I met the gaze of the other driver, it was her.
I screeched to a stop, whipping a U-turn that nearly sent me into the rails. I stopped, having noticed her car was pulled over to the railing too. I jumped out of my car, running over to her, and grasping her in my arms, “I thought I’d killed you Tresca!”
Setting her down, my brain fully processed its surroundings. The person in front of me was Joseph, he was a bit shocked, but the rest of him reminded me of how he looked when we first met, “I-I’m sorry, I just–”
“Look, Terry. Honestly, it’s great to see you, great to have clear evidence I’m not crazy, great to know all those fun ass memories at the apartment were real. But…”
“I’m just so glad you’re okay.”
He smirked, but his eyes were hollow, “Yeah, okay…”
“I mean, you’re alive though!”
“Terry, this isn’t going to work.” He looked up, “I can’t ignore what you said when you saw me.” He looked back at me, nervous, “I read up on you, it was intrusive, and I’m sorry for that, but I can’t keep being a replacement. I need to live my own life, I need to get away from all this, I…” His eyes filled, but refused to streak, “I want to live a life away from all of this. I know a normal life isn’t really an option anymore. But I still wanna do what I can.”
“You… read my files?” I glanced at my phone, thinking about the picture I’d taken before leaving, “Which ones?”
“Your old life, hers too. Once I got ahold of my files, I decided to do some digging. I was me, but not I guess, I had to get an understanding of who the people I used to know were. I know about Tresca, I remember your conversation with Maerod.”
“I…”
He waited for a while, a few cars flew by us before he took the rope, “I will never regret the time we had. We had fun, we had some adventures and even a few emotional tipping points. Without you and everyone else, I’d probably have a slab of a ruck on top of me now. I don’t feel like dying anymore, but I also don’t feel like living. I’m sorry, but… I need to find my life out there.” He threw his arm up, gesturing around, “But if I stay with you, I’ll never get that chance.”
I tried to maintain myself, for seemingly the first time, taking Joseph as a person in. His overgrown brown hair, his blue eyes, broad shoulders, bland outfit. “You look different from before.”
“I feel different.” He shot a breath out his nose.
I staggered, “Let me grab something from my car before you go. You mind coming with?”
He nodded, gazing up at the grey sky. Several more cars flew past us as we made our way to mine. When we got there, I pulled out a small bag,
I reached into my car, pulling out the contract, “This was the guy that placed a hit on your wife. He’s dead now.”
A car flew by, lighting up his face to reveal his frozen face, “Y-you mean it? Who killed him?” He snatched the paper from my hand, looking over the entire sheet.
“The detective put on her case, the original guy is my understanding. Goes by Jones, he’s a P.I. now.”
“Really? Where is he?”
I cleared my throat, “You su–”
“Positive, where is he?”
I rubbed my arm, but looking at his hopeful face, I caved, “Apex Investigation Office, downtown Albany.”
He hugged me, “Thank you… Seriously, this…” He cried into my stomach for a time before pulling back and recomposing himself. Rubbing his nose dry, he turned around.
“Wait!”
He stopped, turning his head to me, “Yeah?”
I held onto my phone, debating to show him the picture or not. We stood still as two more cars flew by, followed by one with sirens. I pushed my phone back into my pocket, “Where are you going?”
He turned back to his car, holding up the contract, “To repay a debt. You’ll get yours too one of these days.”
Sitting in his car, he drove off without another word.
I sat in mine, pulling the phone from my pocket, and opened the gallery. I had one recent picture, it was one of the walls in my room, one with several posters. All of which were had drawn anime style portraits of Tresca. “Maybe Abraham was right, and maybe, Joseph has the right idea too.”
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(Joseph)
Epilogue:
I dried my face as I left him behind, unsure of what to do first. I sat with music blasting for the first hour, mind flashing through the events like a slideshow. When I eventually came across a convenience store. It was a 24/7 place, the kind that had hot dogs on the roller for days at a time, and the only people that worked there couldn’t get a job anywhere else.
I pulled into a parking space and picked my phone off the passenger seat. I’d already decided I’d go to the detective’s place last. But I’d never been to Rachel’s before, and I didn’t remember her phone number. “What if I?”
I dialed a number, letting it ring a good five times when “Chad’s Cads how can I help you?”
“God, tell me that isn’t the name of your shop.”
“Joseph? Is that you bro?”
“Yeah, it’s been a while, good to hear from you.”
“Where the hell have you been man!? Terry’s out look–”
“It’s all sorted now. I don’t mean to be callous, I promise I’ll catch you up to speed later. But do you have Rachel’s number?”
“Oh, yeah. Everything good dude?”
“Yeah, she apparently told Terry to have me see her when he found me, so…”
“Oh for sure.”
“So can you send me her number?”
“Oh right, yeah. Good luck bro, come by when you have time. I wanna see how strong you are.”
“Sounds good Chad.” I hung up, smiling. A minute or so later, I had her number.
“Joseph?” Her voice was smooth.
“Hey Rachel I…”
“Chad messaged me.”
“Gotcha, Terry said you wanted to see me?”
“Yes, there’s a lot you need to know biologically if you want to pass for human.”
I sighed, rubbing my side, “Where should I meet you?”
“I’ll send you the location, Sepratine will be here too.”
“Oh, yaaaaaay.” She was alright, but she always had a whole bag of chips on her shoulder.
“See you soon. Oh, and did you happen to feel an aching in your right side at any point?”
“More than you know.”
“How frequently?”“Well, I was starved for a few days at one point, aside from that though I’d say a couple times a week if not more?”
“...Was that the entire time you were gone?”
“Not entirely sure, the first month or so is still kind of hazy, but since I was moved into town yeah.”
“...Okay, just… See you when you arrive.” Click
“I thought Doc was supposed to be the cryptic one of the bunch,” I smirked, a tear forming in my eye. “Goddamnit.” I wiped it, clicking the address she’d sent me, and heading on my way. Only after I picked up some gas station food.
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“Oh my.”
“It’s me.” I did jazz hands, wearing a faux smile.
“Your soul is much… larger than I anticipated. Come inside, I’m sure you’re hungry.”
A whiff of cedar and sweetgrass slapped me in the face, “Wow, that’s… pungent.”
“Apologies, my sense of smell isn’t very strong, and Sepratine is….”She took a sharp intake of breath, closing the door behind me.
Looking around, the house seemed pretty standard, aside from the greenhouse in the living room, “So uh, what’s this you got goin here?”
“Take your shoes off please,” She did the same, “Creating chemicals from what’s in the air is taxing, it’s more convenient to just have the plants you need on hand.” She headed toward a door down the hall, “My equipment is downstairs.” She opened the door and I followed.
The air was a solid 80 or so, with humidity so thick it was like snorkeling, pollen so strong it activated allergies I hadn’t had since I was five. “Quite the quaint home you have here.”
“Oh right, sorry again.”
“No, you’re good, I’m just gonna need a few boxes of tissues is all.”
“Oh Jo–Joseph, my gods, you’re… wow. Different is a word, what happened to your soul?” Sepratine was turned to us, standing in front of a table with apparently every plant unknown to man of it.
“That’s kinda why I’m here.”
“Oh right, don’t mind me, just running a few experiments, Rachel has the perfect climate down here for a few plants.”
“Alright Joseph, hop on the bed.” Rachel stood in front of a wooden table, I couldn’t help but notice vials and jars stacked neatly on a counter that circled half the room, as well as a set of tables that held assorted plants with different lights hovering over them.
I sat on the table, “You need me to turn my head and cough?”
“No, first I need you to eat. It’ll be easier if you’re digesting food.”
She headed to a small closed-off area, then came back, plate in hand. Mostly just leafy greens. Maybe some kind of bean too?
“Go ahead, this should pass through you at just the right speed for me to catch it.” She turned, heading to another room, “Oh right, when you’re done I’ll need you to take off your shirt and lie down.” Then she headed through a door.
A few minutes passed and I finished the salad. Putting my plate on an open section of a counter and throwing my shirt to the side, I laid down, “Sepratine, you know anything about Vampirism?”
“Only rumors, they’re rare, so you’re the only one I’ve met.”
“Rarer than what you are?”
“Dryads are uncommon for sure. But given my personal experience, I’d say you’re one of a kind.”
“Awwwe, thank you.” I said sarcastically, “But is that all? They’re rare?”
“You’re here for Rachel because they’re rare. She’s met something like five, even got to do a lab experiment on one of them, saw how their stem reacted to stimulus. She’s the closest thing to an expert I can think of.”
Rachel made her entrance with the smack of the door on the wall, “Alright, don’t worry Joseph, I’m not going to cut you open today, I just want to see how large your stem has gotten. Based on your soul, you might be around half to ¾ vampire. But the only way to tell for sure is to see the size of your stem.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask, but everyone else I’ve met who knows about it has been a psychopath. What’s a stem?”
“Oh, kind of like a parasite is my current understanding.” She picked up a large metal plate, pressed it against my stomach, and used a metal rod to probe my right side.
“Come again?”
“Well… it’s more like a symbiotic relationship? Consider it another organ, only it’s wrapped around a portion of your large intestine. A full vampire has them fused, and it becomes an addition. But a partial, you can still see where they are two entities.”
“So you can cure me?”
She scoffed, “No.” Putting the plate and rod away, she pulled out a roundish object and squeezed some kind of gel onto the end before rubbing it against my right side. “If it’s removed, both entities die. You’re a symbiote now, you each rely on each other. In return for giving it nutrients, it gives you cells that allow you to regenerate anything short of half or more of it. They’re akin to stem cells, but enhanced. It extracts your DNA and replicates what it needs to to keep you alive for as long as possible. That’s the working theory I currently have anyway.”
“So I have a parasite in me?”
“A symbiote, you two aid each other, there are only benefits for each of you. Not to mention the enhanced soul… which I’m not entirely sure what causes that yet. Though the more vampirized you are, the more spiritual power a vampire seems to have. Considering that’s how it’s been with the last five, it’s only an assumption. But if that is the case, I am curious about the correlation.” She put the device down, handing me a towel, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see the images I got back. Time to see how far along you are.”
Patting me on the stomach, she walked out of sight, and I wiped my side down. Sitting up, I hopped off the table, picked up my shirt, throwing it back on. Then, it was dark.
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My eyes shot open, I was upright on the hardwood table, eyes darting around for the threat.
“Relaaaax, you’re fine.” Rachel and Sepratine stood beside me, and I loosened up, wired as hell.
Standing, I regained my balance, “Which one of you knocked me out?”
“Neither.” Rachel said, offended, “You fainted, you had several nutrient deficiencies, and call me crazy, but I don’t think you were willing to hear what I had to say.”
I mulled it over, a burst of panic surging when I thought about the thing inside me. But I managed to push it back into its little jar. Which I promptly placed back on the shelf with the rest of my emotions. “I’m fine.”
“Yes, now. But I have to be honest with you, the ultrasound came back more worrying than I expected. You’re only about ¼ so far. Your soul is far larger than any of my calculations suggested.”
“Right on.”
“Joseph, you have far more potential than I expected. While I advise safety, occasionally fasting may build up your soul to around as strong as Smudge.”
“Cool beans.”
“The issue is that you have an extremely high-functioning stem. You’ll need extremely nutrient-dense foods with extremely specific nutrients to maintain yourself as you are, let alone grow stronger. I’ll have what you need, but if you don’t want to go on a killing spree every few days, you’ll need an extremely strict diet.”
“How much is that gonna run me?”
She sighed, rubbing her eyes, “Quite frankly, I’ll charge you what it costs me. I don’t want you going on a murder frenzy. You’re my friend, but that’d also guarantee your death. As not only an alchemist, but a scientist, I can’t allow that. I’ll charge you at the end of each month. How does that sound?”
“Cool, do you have an estimate?”
“Joseph I feel you are hearing me but not listening.”
“No, I’ve got it.”
“This will be in the ballpark of 1500 dollars a month, and that’s alongside normal meals. Which should help you not only maintain but build up. The pain will feel like you’re being digested if you get to the point of dangerous starvation. Now, repeat everything I just said back to you.”
When I did from start to finish, she rubbed her face, “Alright, you can pick up your supply weekly from here. For now, though, I have something that should hold you over until next Friday, when I’ll have the actual supplies.”
She helped load a few milk crates into my overstuffed car, and when I went to start my car, she gestured for me to roll the window down. “Yes?”
“There are places you can get help you know?”
“I think I can handle the vampirism thing.”
“Joseph…” She stared at me, tugging at my bucket of guilt, tipping it ever so slightly.
“I’ll be fine. Thank you Rachel.” I flicked the button up and the window went with it as I pulled out of her driveway in the suburbs of West Salem.
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“Joseph?” The familiar guy behind a desk just across from me stared, eye agape.
“D-Detective? What uh… what happened to your erm… you?”
“Long story. What happened to you?”
“Long story.”
He chuckled, “Guess you were in that town for a while. What are you doing here?”
I held up the contract, “I’ve got a debt I needa pay.”
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Author’s Note:
Hey guys, 4Shot speaking. Holy FUCK guys. This has been my longest-running series, it’s been 3.5 years in the making. Hell, it was the series that got me into this whole writing shebang. It feels weird to be saying goodbye to Joseph, given this series has been with me since the start. I’ve seen my ups alongside this story, and those who read or listened to the poker scene in my detective series will know I’ve had my downs.
Though, it’s not exactly the end. I have one final series I’ll be writing to wrap everything up. Those who have followed my first three may notice a trend. And yes, the final series will be a continuation of Jones’ tale. It’s been a long time coming, and I hope to complete it before february, which is when I’ll be taking an extended hiatus. I’ll be back, but I have some things I want to do first. This entire unraveling story will have been a part of my life for over 4 years by then, something like that is hard to just let go, and I have some life I wanna experience. So I may be gone for around 6 months to a year when I’ve finished the Detective’s story.
I’m glad so many of you have enjoyed my stories. I honestly never expected to go anywhere with any of this, thought I’d give this series up around part 3, and writing would just be another dead hobby of mine. But here we are. Honestly, there are a lot of people to thank, but the main people are my boy TeeStache who got me into writing, NaturesTemper who picked up my terrible rough draft of this series, and Viidith who first found my detective series and asked to narrate it, and proceeded to narrate my Lighthouse series.
It’s been a crazy ride out there, and I only intend to make it crazier in the future. Thanks again guys, cheers.

2010 Holden Cruze JG, wiper linkage ball joint came apart last night and this needs fixing today.
There's plenty on eBay and potentially some on Amazon, but those are days if not weeks away.
They look like this;
https://www.winwinzone.co.uk/winwin/1600/aa828/aa828_g10.jpg
Edit: No luck so-far.
I did learn that the official spare part supplier for remaining Holden parts is NAPA Auto Parts who I'm told hold the contract until 2028.
Make sure that you are sitting down when they quote a price.
Special mention to Odin spare parts who tried several different ways to find a solution and Burson Auto Parts who actually provided helpful information, including the reference to NAPA Auto Parts.

I realized something today by looking through the official NKLA sub.
In the chat you can see most talking about their average price point. They are around 1 dollar to less than a dollar.
That means the majority of the people in those discussions (And it is very small) are new "investors" for the most part.
They generally use the logic of "Well it was so high and now it's so low it has to be a good buy!"
Without ever thinking about why it is so low and always going lower....
We have had a few on here. Some I think have to be trolls because the level of discourse is so painfully low I can't believe a functioning adult could operate at that level. However it may be the case.
One literally said "But why do the lies and realities of the past have to impact the future!"
Without realizing that in business relations reputation is a pretty huge deal.
I always felt sorry for the people that were mislead through direct deception and manipulation. I also felt sorry for the ones that invested in NKLA looking to help develop and grow green technology and make for a better world. They had their good intentions used against them.
Those people were lied to and snake oil salesman used those good intentions to take their money and put it in the Board and Administrations pockets.
The ones now in it though for a get rich quick scheme without having done any research themselves are just frankly ignorant and it makes sense why they can't understand what is happening or why.
The other ones that try and lie and deceive others to pump the "company" because they think that is a way to get the price back up so they can sell have become a lot like the NKLA foundeboard/and administration funny enough. Complete and utter assholes that prey on others to try and get more money.
In reality NKLA has two routes and both lead to delisting and bankruptcy.
It is impossible to scale. Living in La-La land and not realizing how difficult some business things are is just putting your head in the sand. Again why they can't understand why things are the way they are and why.
In under two years NKLA is done.
You'd think after being wrong for 2+ years from the echo chamber you'd start questioning if the information you are receiving is correct. I realized though most are new and so they don't realize that the echo chamber has been wrong every single time for 2+ years even though with only a bit of research and looking at the stock price that would tell you..
But I guess some always need to believe in something if they have attachments and identity tied up in it. Which is not investing or business.
In that world trucks that cost more to produce than they sell for and hemorrhaging money and SEC/DOJ investigations and charges, and American Greed specials are no big deal.
In the real world that is a meme for scams.
As I say routinely. Hopefully going forward NKLA can be used as a case study for the Index.
We need new regulations and rules to protect not only the prestige of the Index but investors.
That amount of capital could have went into amazing areas to really develop green technology and a better world.
Even outside of the auto space there was great companies really working on the problems the world faces.
That is what the markets and economy should be about.
Not allowing scam artists that have a history of misleading investors with good intentions to steal and misuse those funds.
Sometimes real life is painful when you are living in dreams that don't have to make any sense.