Doctor. Could be tinnitus.

California. 62. Been driving a manual for over 40 years. Most recently a six-speed.

Being treated like shit.

Fraud.

It was a generally uncomfortable situation

Many years earlier, when I was about eight, I saw one of the earlier dobermans rip a friend’s scalp off.

They make me uncomfortable.

They’ve been dead for 30 and 20 years, respectively.

I’m okay. I hope you are too.

I learned to drive when I was about 16. My parents never had any food in the house, plus two extremely aggressive dobermans in the kitchen, so I couldn’t go in there anyway.

So sometimes I would sneak out right before MacDs close and eat a burger in the parking lot.

I’m a lot older now, but occasionally I still eat fast food in the darkness of the Walmart parking lot

I find it calming for some reason.

Bonus hilarity:

At Xmas in 1979 I had an Xmas tree lot with a slave driver boss – 12 to 18 hours a day. (He did partially pay me with a shopping bag full of wed.)

On night I got off around midnight and headed off to the local Mcds, order my food, and visit the restroom to take a piss – and somehow managed to drop my car keys in the piss water.

Not my favorite day ever.

Then I get home and find that they had released the dogs in the whole house and I had to yell and pound on the door to get my mother to lock them up.

FML

I’m in the U.S., and this looks really good to me. Outstanding.

JFC Poltergeist.

I saw it on a VCR in 1983, the year after it came out. I had spent the morning in a grammar exam for a Latin intensive program and then on to the funeral of a fellow speed freak.

Then I partied with some friends after the funeral until about midnight. Weed and beer. No hallucinogens.

So I told a shortcut through this sort of underpass that went under the church and saved me a block.

First thing I see is a passed out dude in a polka dot costume, just like the monster in the movie.

As if that wasn’t enough, he’s next to a shopping cart full of body parts. I’m sure it was just some . mannequin parts he got from some clothing store on Telegraph Avenue.

But some kind of warning bell went off in my head: just keep walking. The memory is still vivid many years later.

The “just keep walking” thing has kept me out of a lot of shit in life.

And yeah, I haven’t had speed in several decades .

That one got under my skin. The original was creepy, but the 1982 version made me want to run screaming into the hills.

Mother of God … I saw that in a theater in Oakland, Calf., when I lived there.

There was a scene that revealed that the female character has been impregnated by the fly.

Right at that moment, some guy in the back yelled out, “Bitch gonna have a thousand babies!”

It took about five minutes for the laughter to die down.

Tales from the Crypt when I was ten years old .

This was I think 1972. There was a scene where a dead guy came back to life in his coffin due to his wife’s third wish, for him to live forever.

Unfortunately he had been embalmed in formaldehyde and would live in agony forever .

My father was a manic depressive alcoholic who refused to take his lithium. Maybe not the best person to get popcorn with.

This sounds good. I have some sort of potassium shortage, and avocado has a lot of it. Plus I like avocado.

Thanks!

Sweet!

Who’s in the middle?

Yeah and pollute it with fascist content.

You might be too right.

My wife lives in another county and is only around on the weekends.

She is a huge turtle nut and has several stuffed turtle toys on the bed. I’m in finance journalism and sometimes talk to the turtles about convertible bond transactions and other boring stuff.

It helps me work through things. Probably headed for an institution in the future.

I heard they took out a lot of junk. But I’m not going near it.

Also when print on extremely faint letters.

I’m in the U.S and have walked out a couple times.

In the longer term, I have a leukemia condition. It took five months to get an MRI and get someone to read the results. By that time the conditions had cleared up.

But there are a lot of conditions that can kill you in five months.