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thombrogan

thombrogan

Lounging On The Isle Of Tugsley.
Blade_Runner37C said:
I haven't kept a diary since I was a 13 year old girl
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And now you’ve found the subforum to make up for lost time.

You’ll find diaries of mad men and merely disappointed men alike and can add your story amongst ours. Plus, it’s online and that reduces your risk of being put in a police interview room and being told you’ve flipped over a tortoise like in the Blade Runner movie.

Praying you’ll stop spawning gems, @losing and @BigAlVista
 
BigAlVista

BigAlVista

losing said:
I kind of get the Blade Runner reference but that is something i haven't seen or played in a long time.

The gems thing i am unsure about. Is it another reference to Blade Runner?
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Nope. I was just being uncouth. I think Thom was suggesting that our kidney stones were like precious gemstones. I just took the joke farther by suggesting a piece of Jewelry that would befit such gems. A ring made out of a hose clamp seemed about right.

I guess if one has to explain a joke, it's not funny. My apologies.
 
blethenstrom

blethenstrom

Born to häckla
BigAlVista said:
Nope. I was just being uncouth. I think Thom was suggesting that our kidney stones were like precious gemstones. I just took the joke farther by suggesting a piece of Jewelry that would befit such gems. A ring made out of a hose clamp seemed about right.

I guess if one has to explain a joke, it's not funny. My apologies.
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As long as you do not start comparing carat weight of your stone we will be fine.
 
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BigAlVista said:
Nope. I was just being uncouth. I think Thom was suggesting that our kidney stones were like precious gemstones. I just took the joke farther by suggesting a piece of Jewelry that would befit such gems. A ring made out of a hose clamp seemed about right.

I guess if one has to explain a joke, it's not funny. My
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I had those comments in my brain as movie references not as jokes. I understand it now though... after your explanation... hahaha...
thombrogan said:
@losing , Blade Runner is a 1982 dystopian thriller that tackles the ethical questions of sentient robots (a warming to not create Mark Zuckerberg…).

As human Mark; @BigAlVista ; remarked with his joke and its explanation, I was praying can avoid kidney stones in your future
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Blade Runner was/is a movie i meant to watch again but i have time, right?... lol...

My kidney stones will be made by my body for it"s whole life. My body not just my diet or whatever else creates them. A doctor urologist(?) during my 30s said to me, at that time, there was no drugs that could help. And if i got too many or too big of one i would need a surgery to remove them. This year i was prescribed(?) a kidney doctor that prescribed something that should help keep them small or from forming. But the potential side effects of that drug keeps me from trying them.

They do make a cute sound when/if they hit the toilet... ping
 
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BigAlVista said:
For me, rambling in my Journal is the best part. At the end of the day, we are all here because something about this forum gives us pleasure. If rambling in the journal floats your boat, I say "go for it".

Furthermore, I think your life story is truly interesting. I look forward to hearing more about you and how you came to be at where you are today.

Your story telling style is simple, direct, and efficient. Most of what you write leaves us B&Bers with more questions than answers. I am confident that the reason many of us have not asked you probing questions is out of respect for your privacy, not disinterest. If and when you are ready to speak, we are interested in hearing more.

With your journal, I feel like I'm reading a book where the time line starts today but loops back in time, weaving your current reality with your past. If you are willing to share the story of how you became homeless, your addiction, the things you did to survive, your current health condition and ultimately how you went from living on the street to collecting vintage shave gear and fountain pens, I, for one, would like to read it.

Heart-warming and heart-rending all at one.
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Thank you... this is one of the biggest reasons why i am still staying a B&B member. I will say members are respectful to each other. I have a long list but this one is more than enough right now...

And since my mood and/or attitude has changed since early this morning and you gave me a go ahead, i will go into my homelessness(?) start, a little bit at least...

Sorry, i have sat here tapping this story for hours. But with how many re-does(?) and start overs i had, i give up. I will later tonight make an e-mail for my story and copy and paste it in my journal...
 
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Today i took a chance to shower and shave and my body didn't try to kill itself again so i am kinda back to my life again. It's a slow process because when my eye twitches rapidly and a lot and my dizziness has been making me nauseous getting around on my bed was difficult to do.

The shower took time but i felt so much better when i did it. So much better i decided to try a shave. Which went perfect for me.
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My 1959 Gillette Fatboy filled with a Rapira Blade slid through my facial fur easily.
With some help by Vitos Lather that Yaqi Brush and Captain's Bowl whipped up quickly.
Omega and Stirling finished today's shave off perfectly.

A 10/10 for the 9th and last January GRUME Shave.

oh yeah... my how i became homeless story is almost done hoping tonighg or by tomorrow afternoon for me to finish it...
 
BigAlVista

BigAlVista

losing said:
Today i took a chance to shower and shave and my body didn't try to kill itself again so i am kinda back to my life again. It's a slow process because when my eye twitches rapidly and a lot and my dizziness has been making me nauseous getting around on my bed was difficult to do.

The shower took time but i felt so much better when i did it. So much better i decided to try a shave. Which went perfect for me.
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My 1959 Gillette Fatboy filled with a Rapira Blade slid through my facial fur easily.
With some help by Vitos Lather that Yaqi Brush and Captain's Bowl whipped up quickly.
Omega and Stirling finished today's shave off perfectly.

A 10/10 for the 9th and last January GRUME Shave.

oh yeah... my how i became homeless story is almost done hoping tonighg or by tomorrow afternoon for me to finish it...
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Which Rapira do you use? The Platinum Luxe gets maligned on this forum, but I like them. I find they shave like a milder version of a Wizamet
 
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Last attempt at how i became homeless... my biggest problem has been all the tangents and side stories... I am trying it one last time...

1996 came around and i was 23. A couple of weeks after i tried to burn down some warehouses (4th of July) i got fired from another job. This was the 10th job i lost since i started working after i turned 13.

The places i could live became less for various reasons. I moved by myself to 7 different places but was with my people (family of any kind and 1 friend's family's house). And my list of places i could live had 1 left. My dad (senior to my junior) and his gf and her kids. Tom's gf and i never liked each other, more like we hate each other. But her and Tom created a tiny human and her son and i became friends.

By this time in my life 2 of my friends had a serious conversation with me. And i took what they said to me seriously and I started to try to change what i was doing or saying but i never gave these changes a full effort. One change i have always hated myself for and i never fully commited too, was a car i had and i treated cars back then as just transportation, never taking care of them, all were the cheapest used car i could find or afford and 2 of them siezed up because not checking the oil or changing it, wouldn't do anything, right? And the 1 car i wanted to keep was a 1971 Dodge Dart....

So summer of 96 i was living with Tom and her and their family. My Dart broke down, an easy fix for my friends once i get the parts. I was unemployed and tried to get a job. About 2 months later a cousin of mine helped me get a warehouse job and him and my aunt would take me back and forth to work.

I started working and i was making a decent wage that i was able to save money. i got the parts for my Dart i just had to wait for one of my friends to come and fix my Dart. I had maybe a week until one of my friends could come and fix it.

Another friend of mine invited a bunch of people to his place because his dad went away for the weekend. I don't like parties but a weekend away from Tom's gf was the only reason for me to go. I had a fun weekend even during the "party". Fortunately for me nobody got out of hand with alcohol or drugs some of them had.

That sunday my car repair friend took me home. And when we got to their house, the two of us noticed an obvious thing. My Dart was gone. I went into that house and started asking everybody where my car was. She came into the kitchen where i was and started to tell me her story about my car. "The police had to tow my car away because South Amboy's road crew couln't do the job they needed to do because my car was in the way." She lied about the whole story to the point i started to scream at her for being a lieing so and so.

Tom got in front of me and insisted i get outside we were going to have a "talk". I went outside towards the garage and waited for him to come out. For me my waiting seemed to go on for a long time. And i started to think, i got kicked out or he was inside drinking or drugging before kicking my butt. A moment later he came out and talked to me. "I heard what you were saying and doing, i talked to her and you are no longer allowed to be here but you get 24 hours to packup what you can and get out. He went back into the house and i never tried to say anything or do anything. I went back into their house and went downstairs.

I laid down trying to figure out if i could call somebody and try to give them my best; have sympathy for me voice and see if anybody would let me live with them again. But my brain started to properly think or i actually went crazy. Because why try to live with somebody again to only end up being homeless again.

So i started to think about where i could "live", a few places came to me pretty quickly and i chose my 1st homeless shelter, got up, grabbed my garbage bag, put most of my clothes in it, grabbed what cash i could find and out their door i went to my "new" life. An old building that was collapsing on itself but because of where it was i wouldn't be seen going into or leaving. Fall came to NJ so I bundled up in more clothes and laid down in a corner of the building and fell asleep.

I woke up and took a quick look around trying to figure out where i was. My new situation hit me in my gut like a fist would. I sat up and started to think about my next step. My best dive attempt into the Raritan River almost became my next and last step. But either my attitude, my anger or fear of never seeing or being with some of my people, made me cry for awhile. I fell asleep again but woke up feeling a little energetic. And my thinking about my new life became something i would do on and off the next few days....

I came up with a half-butt plan and started living my new life. I tried to steal whatever i could, begged for money or food, i worked a couple of days helping clean up a construction site. I kept trying to get work but with winter coming work became impossible to get. Until the Barbershop....
 
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amateur said:
I really like your stories, but there is one point that I don't quite understand. In post #69, you indicated that you are 73 years old. However, you reported elsewhere that you were 23 years old in 1996. There was some discrepancy.
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I am 51, i was made december 5 1973. I said i was a 73 hatchling what i didn'r include was the 19 when i was referring to the years of the Pink Panther movies.
 
BigAlVista

BigAlVista

losing said:
Last attempt at how i became homeless... my biggest problem has been all the tangents and side stories... I am trying it one last time...

1996 came around and i was 23. A couple of weeks after i tried to burn down some warehouses (4th of July) i got fired from another job. This was the 10th job i lost since i started working after i turned 13.

The places i could live became less for various reasons. I moved by myself to 7 different places but was with my people (family of any kind and 1 friend's family's house). And my list of places i could live had 1 left. My dad (senior to my junior) and his gf and her kids. Tom's gf and i never liked each other, more like we hate each other. But her and Tom created a tiny human and her son and i became friends.

By this time in my life 2 of my friends had a serious conversation with me. And i took what they said to me seriously and I started to try to change what i was doing or saying but i never gave these changes a full effort. One change i have always hated myself for and i never fully commited too, was a car i had and i treated cars back then as just transportation, never taking care of them, all were the cheapest used car i could find or afford and 2 of them siezed up because not checking the oil or changing it, wouldn't do anything, right? And the 1 car i wanted to keep was a 1971 Dodge Dart....

So summer of 96 i was living with Tom and her and their family. My Dart broke down, an easy fix for my friends once i get the parts. I was unemployed and tried to get a job. About 2 months later a cousin of mine helped me get a warehouse job and him and my aunt would take me back and forth to work.

I started working and i was making a decent wage that i was able to save money. i got the parts for my Dart i just had to wait for one of my friends to come and fix my Dart. I had maybe a week until one of my friends could come and fix it.

Another friend of mine invited a bunch of people to his place because his dad went away for the weekend. I don't like parties but a weekend away from Tom's gf was the only reason for me to go. I had a fun weekend even during the "party". Fortunately for me nobody got out of hand with alcohol or drugs some of them had.

That sunday my car repair friend took me home. And when we got to their house, the two of us noticed an obvious thing. My Dart was gone. I went into that house and started asking everybody where my car was. She came into the kitchen where i was and started to tell me her story about my car. "The police had to tow my car away because South Amboy's road crew couln't do the job they needed to do because my car was in the way." She lied about the whole story to the point i started to scream at her for being a lieing so and so.

Tom got in front of me and insisted i get outside we were going to have a "talk". I went outside towards the garage and waited for him to come out. For me my waiting seemed to go on for a long time. And i started to think, i got kicked out or he was inside drinking or drugging before kicking my butt. A moment later he came out and talked to me. "I heard what you were saying and doing, i talked to her and you are no longer allowed to be here but you get 24 hours to packup what you can and get out. He went back into the house and i never tried to say anything or do anything. I went back into their house and went downstairs.

I laid down trying to figure out if i could call somebody and try to give them my best; have sympathy for me voice and see if anybody would let me live with them again. But my brain started to properly think or i actually went crazy. Because why try to live with somebody again to only end up being homeless again.

So i started to think about where i could "live", a few places came to me pretty quickly and i chose my 1st homeless shelter, got up, grabbed my garbage bag, put most of my clothes in it, grabbed what cash i could find and out their door i went to my "new" life. An old building that was collapsing on itself but because of where it was i wouldn't be seen going into or leaving. Fall came to NJ so I bundled up in more clothes and laid down in a corner of the building and fell asleep.

I woke up and took a quick look around trying to figure out where i was. My new situation hit me in my gut like a fist would. I sat up and started to think about my next step. My best dive attempt into the Raritan River almost became my next and last step. But either my attitude, my anger or fear of never seeing or being with some of my people, made me cry for awhile. I fell asleep again but woke up feeling a little energetic. And my thinking about my new life became something i would do on and off the next few days....

I came up with a half-butt plan and started living my new life. I tried to steal whatever i could, begged for money or food, i worked a couple of days helping clean up a construction site. I kept trying to get work but with winter coming work became impossible to get. Until the Barbershop....
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Wow. A rough go, indeed. We can so easily become our own worst enemies. I’m glad you were able to turn things around
 
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amateur said:
I am reading the forum with the help of a translator. Probably, this is a feature of the translation from English to Russian.
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Ok...
BigAlVista said:
Wow. A rough go, indeed. We can so easily become our own worst enemies. I’m glad you were able to turn things around
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Yes i was always my worst enemy, life encouraged it a bit though. I mostly stopped being my own enemy because i became lazy... hahaha...

Thank You
 
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