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How To Make No Deposit Casino Bonus Whoring Worth Your While - 2 Specific Tactics

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How To Make No Deposit Casino Bonus Whoring Worth Your While

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IAMA guy who for ~3 years made a living of "exploiting" online casino promotions.

Also known as casino bonus whoring or casino scalping. I did this full time between 2006 and the beginning of 2010.
Just to explain it a little bit. Basic idea is that you take full advantage of online casino promotions. A standard promotion that was frequently offered was 100% bonus (up to $100) when you sign up and deposit at a casino. Obviously you can not cash out your bonus immediately. Before you can cash out your bonus and your own deposited money, you have to complete the wagering requirement. It could be something like 20xbonus, meaning you had to wager 20x100 = 2000 dollars in the casino before you can cash out. When you play blackjack with the optimal strategy, there is a 0,5% houseadvantage. If you do the math, on average you will lose 0,5% of 2000 = 10 dollars when doing the wagering requirement. So you got $100 of free money, and to cash it out, you will lose in average $10, so EV (Expected Value) is $90.
Repeat with other casinos and that is basically it.
For the people who are also interested in doing this, I am sorry, you are a bit late. The casinos have smartened up a bit and reduced the profitability of the bonus significantly. There is hardly any money to be made out of it anymore. This is why I can comfortably do this AMA. 2 year ago I would do anything to keep this a secret, the more casino whores, the less money to go around.
So for me it was a "get rich quick"-scheme that worked out. I quit my job and spend a lot of time traveling the world.
AMA
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Casino Whoring - A Practical Approach to Exploiting Casino Bonuses

What is 'Casino Whoring'?
A cheesy yet not so inappropriate term, Casino Whoring, is used to refer to a 'technique' of usurping free bonus offered by online casinos ( 온카지노 ). The theory is that using a 'scientific' - some arithmetic and probability calculations, it is possible to identify a casino bonus that will provide an assured profit of a certain approximate amount.
Using this theory, the practitioners will play an online casino offering a promising bonus, get a profit of an amount approximate to the calculated value, and then move on to another casino offering the same kind of promise without incurring any loss in the process. They will play one casino till they are satisfied that possible profit had been squeeze out, then hop onto another casino repeating the process there and then another one and so on. Hence the term.
The Casino Bonuses:
Although there are many kinds of casino bonuses, the target for Casino Whoring activity is mainly the Deposit Bonuses - First Deposit, second deposit etc. for new players. This type of bonus is given to first time members for joining the sites. It usually comes in the form of a certain percentage of the amount of the deposits up to a certain limit. Eg. 200% of first deposit up to $200.
Deposit Bonuses comes with a requirement called Wagering Requirements (WR). This requirement restricts withdrawal of the winnings from the bonus till a certain times of the bonus amount is wagered or played through. For example: WR of 20xB means that a gross total bet of at least 20 times the bonus amount must be wagered. In this example if the bonus given is $200, then the WR will be $4,000.
The technique of Casino Whoring:
The most important factor in assessing the winning probability of a casino game is the 'payout percentages'. These are the odds that the machines(gambling software in case of online casinos) give out in a complete play cycle. Say the payout percentage for slots is 96.5%, that means that for that particular game, a total of 96.5% of all bets will be re-won, while the casino will keep 3.5% in a cycle. Payout percentages differ according to the online casino, the gaming software used, and also the particular kind of game.
The odds of winning in online casinos are greatly affected by the choice of games. Generally, payout percentage of table games like blackjack, roulette, poker etc. are better than slots. Therefore the first thing that a Casino Whoring pundit will look for is whether the better odds games are permitted by the terms for the bonus. Although many small and medium size online casinos do not permit bonus play on games other than slots, some of the bigger ones do.
The magic scientific formula:
The Casino offers a 200% bonus of first deposit upto a maximum of %200. WR is 20xB. Blackjack play is permitted which has a payout percentage(PP) of 97%. Make a deposit of $100 for maximum bonus.
The calculation:
Amount spent: $100
Amount received in account available for play: $100 + $200 = $300.
Total bet required (WR)= 200 x 20 = $4000
House Edge: 100% - 97%PP = 3%.
Expected Loss: 3% of $4000 = $120.
Cash Balance after fulfilling WR: 300 - 120 = $180.
Net Profit: 180 - 100 = $80.
Is Casino Whoring foolproof?
The calculations are based on accurate Payout Percentage and complete payout cycle. This in practice will not always be the case. In case of payout percentage, looking at data from independent online gaming regulations such as eCogra etc. it not only differs on different casinos and games, but also varies over a period of time. For a payout cycle to complete, it depends on the number of players playing the particular game over the same period. In short there are a number of factors that can influence the odds one way or another. Therefore the technique cannot be considered foolproof.
Yet that said, the risk of losing money is greatly minimized. A careful player can always withdraw, if permitted, before losing too much of the deposited money. And for a lucky player combined with a thorough calculation of odds, the prospect of making profit using casino whoring is great, at the least in theory. And there are people who do claim they got profits using this technique.
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LAL - What a ride!

What a ride people, what.a.ride.
And as usual, this show did not fail to deliver on a number of classic lines!
Angela and Tony - Angela may forgive him for anything but I can’t forgive Tony and Andre3000 looking like one vanilla and one chocolate Peeps. You know you saw it too. The pre-wedding bridal talk went well. Donna Faye is truth to power! But Angela remained steadfast in her love for Tony Peeps. Tommy, also dressed in classic blue bunny Peeps, ended up TOASTED!!! I didn’t know if Tommy could get through his speech (and the look of terror on other guests faces suggested that they did not know WHAT was coming). But Tommy stumbled through a drunken, love soaked but angry declaration of Southern Gothic Love as he swayed at the end. 48 hrs later... (at this point I was rolling) Angela is switching sim cards and finding out that Tony Peeps is at it again! Well, to be honest, he never stopped and never will. Again, emerging in the dark with a glowing cigarette lighting the way, is Angela, changing the locks!!! And furiously smoking until she can get her burn pile ready. And Tony is living in a hotel. With hookers. Bonus: Angela has a nice son.
Andrea and Lamar - It was a tie I expected . After invoking the fear of death in Tennison and essentially reminding Nyla that Andrea will hold her decision to vote for L.A. against her, Andrea was defeated. But rather than take to her bed, she spat out some more fear mongering, said the now classic line “Look out ghetto here we come!” (Florida Evans would be proud!) and just like that, the Mormon spell was broken!! I will say Tennison, you can live anywhere in one year and you will be successful. It won’t have to be Los Angeles.
Clint and Tracie - There was not a lot to say here. We all saw the posts about the casino, and Clint’s rambling tubthumping Facebook Live. This is a Duncan Imperial YoYo. It’s going to go up and down on it’s cheap string until it eventually frays and breaks.
Marcelino and Brittany - I don’t know. They both seesaw a lot. Covid19 has probably put pro-poker on a real back burner right now. They need to stay in the present. I don’t think we know even 1/3 of Brittany’s story. She likes to paint herself in an awfully beautiful light. I just keep flashing back to that first Marcelino interview when he dropped she had been in and out of jail. She’s definitely clean but I am reserving judgement on both of them right now.
Chon/Chane/Laceup - And there it was. Chon showed who he really is and so did Laceup. Chon is one of those smug, lying pieces of shit who, on their toughest day, can punch a wall or door. And Chane nailed it. Chon snitched to get out of trouble. The way Chon turned away then pulled that other game, spoke volumes. And Laceup, gutlessly dragging Chin in to confront Chane? That is one toxic motherfucker, right there. Take those kids away. Today. Chane may be a bit of a lap dog, but he’s a self-aware one, whose thoughts went to the kids. Chon will NEVER stop using and Laceup will never quit whoring.
Fivehead/Cabbage Patch Kid/Beyoncno/Haggis - Megan’s singing and song. Sigh. Why oh why, was autotune ever invented? Who do people believe they have “star quality”? Why? Just why? And her dad and everyone told her. Frankly, I’m surprised Michael fronted and admitted anything. But that story was a cul de sac. Her blowing him off was a good start. As for CPK, please, tell me that test is negative. Because she is right on - Michael needs to be dead to her. Even her blaccent started dying at the end. It sputtered and was gone. But that hellacious piece of garbage leaving town without so much as a phone call to his kids then calling them to show himself frolicking on the beach??? Fuck that noise, I roared!!! But, Haggis has the lowest self-esteem of the three of them so Fivehead, being the leech he is, sucked right onto that. Fivehead is why Covid19 lives. Or, we can just wait fir the tide to wash him into the Atlantic conveyor or Bermuda Triangle. Most likely? He’ll be with an Asian girl with low self-esteem from San Francisco.
Do I look like the kind of guy who is going to get taken? says the preview for the next train wreck.
Yup!!!!!!
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LAL Season 2 - Classic Lines Galore

And as usual, this show did not fail to deliver on a number of classic lines!
Angela and Tony - Angela may forgive him for anything but I can’t forgive Tony and Andre3000 looking like one vanilla and one chocolate Peeps. You know you saw it too. The pre-wedding bridal talk went well. Donna Faye is truth to power! But Angela remained steadfast in her love for Tony Peeps. Tommy, also dressed in classic blue bunny Peeps, ended up TOASTED!!! I didn’t know if Tommy could get through his speech (and the look of terror on other guests faces suggested that they did not know WHAT was coming). But Tommy stumbled through a drunken, love soaked but angry declaration of Southern Gothic Love as he swayed at the end. 48 hrs later... (at this point I was rolling) Angela is switching sim cards and finding out that Tony Peeps is at it again! Well, to be honest, he never stopped and never will. Again, emerging in the dark with a glowing cigarette lighting the way, is Angela, changing the locks!!! And furiously smoking until she can get her burn pile ready. And Tony is living in a hotel. With hookers. Bonus: Angela has a nice son.
Andrea and Lamar - It was a tie I expected . After invoking the fear of death in Tennison and essentially reminding Nyla that Andrea will hold her decision to vote for L.A. against her, Andrea was defeated. But rather than take to her bed, she spat out some more fear mongering, said the now classic line “Look out ghetto here we come!” (Florida Evans would be proud!) and just like that, the Mormon spell was broken!! I will say Tennison, you can live anywhere in one year and you will be successful. It won’t have to be Los Angeles.
Clint and Tracie - There was not a lot to say here. We all saw the posts about the casino, and Clint’s rambling tubthumping Facebook Live. This is a Duncan Imperial YoYo. It’s going to go up and down on it’s cheap string until it eventually frays and breaks.
Marcelino and Brittany - I don’t know. They both seesaw a lot. Covid19 has probably put pro-poker on a real back burner right now. They need to stay in the present. I don’t think we know even 1/3 of Brittany’s story. She likes to paint herself in an awfully beautiful light. I just keep flashing back to that first Marcelino interview when he dropped she had been in and out of jail. She’s definitely clean but I am reserving judgement on both of them right now.
Chon/Chane/Laceup - And there it was. Chon showed who he really is and so did Laceup. Chon is one of those smug, lying pieces of shit who, on their toughest day, can punch a wall or door. And Chane nailed it. Chon snitched to get out of trouble. The way Chon turned away then pulled that other game, spoke volumes. And Laceup, gutlessly dragging Chin in to confront Chane? That is one toxic motherfucker, right there. Take those kids away. Today. Chane may be a bit of a lap dog, but he’s a self-aware one, whose thoughts went to the kids. Chon will NEVER stop using and Laceup will never quit whoring.
Fivehead/Cabbage Patch Kid/Beyoncno/Haggis - Megan’s singing and song. Sigh. Why oh why, was autotune ever invented? Who do people believe they have “star quality”? Why? Just why? And her dad and everyone told her. Frankly, I’m surprised Michael fronted and admitted anything. But that story was a cul de sac. Her blowing him off was a good start. As for CPK, please, tell me that test is negative. Because she is right on - Michael needs to be dead to her. Even her blaccent started dying at the end. It sputtered and was gone. But that hellacious piece of garbage leaving town without so much as a phone call to his kids then calling them to show himself frolicking on the beach??? Fuck that noise, I roared!!! But, Haggis has the lowest self-esteem of the three of them so Fivehead, being the leech he is, sucked right onto that. Fivehead is why Covid19 lives. Or, we can just wait fir the tide to wash him into the Atlantic conveyor or Bermuda Triangle. Most likely? He’ll be with an Asian girl with low self-esteem from San Francisco.
Do I look like the kind of guy who is going to get taken? says the preview for the next train wreck.
Yup!!!!!!
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What a ride people, what.a.ride.

And as usual, this show did not fail to deliver on a number of classic lines!
Angela and Tony - Angela may forgive him for anything but I can’t forgive Tony and Andre3000 looking like one vanilla and one chocolate Peeps. You know you saw it too. The pre-wedding bridal talk went well. Donna Faye is truth to power! But Angela remained steadfast in her love for Tony Peeps. Tommy, also dressed in classic blue bunny Peeps, ended up TOASTED!!! I didn’t know if Tommy could get through his speech (and the look of terror on other guests faces suggested that they did not know WHAT was coming). But Tommy stumbled through a drunken, love soaked but angry declaration of Southern Gothic Love as he swayed at the end. 48 hrs later... (at this point I was rolling) Angela is switching sim cards and finding out that Tony Peeps is at it again! Well, to be honest, he never stopped and never will. Again, emerging in the dark with a glowing cigarette lighting the way, is Angela, changing the locks!!! And furiously smoking until she can get her burn pile ready. And Tony is living in a hotel. With hookers. Bonus: Angela has a nice son.
Andrea and Lamar - It was a tie I expected . After invoking the fear of death in Tennison and essentially reminding Nyla that Andrea will hold her decision to vote for L.A. against her, Andrea was defeated. But rather than take to her bed, she spat out some more fear mongering, said the now classic line “Look out ghetto here we come!” (Florida Evans would be proud!) and just like that, the Mormon spell was broken!! I will say Tennison, you can live anywhere in one year and you will be successful. It won’t have to be Los Angeles.
Clint and Tracie - There was not a lot to say here. We all saw the posts about the casino, and Clint’s rambling tubthumping Facebook Live. This is a Duncan Imperial YoYo. It’s going to go up and down on it’s cheap string until it eventually frays and breaks.
Marcelino and Brittany - I don’t know. They both seesaw a lot. Covid19 has probably put pro-poker on a real back burner right now. They need to stay in the present. I don’t think we know even 1/3 of Brittany’s story. She likes to paint herself in an awfully beautiful light. I just keep flashing back to that first Marcelino interview when he dropped she had been in and out of jail. She’s definitely clean but I am reserving judgement on both of them right now.
Chon/Chane/Laceup - And there it was. Chon showed who he really is and so did Laceup. Chon is one of those smug, lying pieces of shit who, on their toughest day, can punch a wall or door. And Chane nailed it. Chon snitched to get out of trouble. The way Chon turned away then pulled that other game, spoke volumes. And Laceup, gutlessly dragging Chin in to confront Chane? That is one toxic motherfucker, right there. Take those kids away. Today. Chane may be a bit of a lap dog, but he’s a self-aware one, whose thoughts went to the kids. Chon will NEVER stop using and Laceup will never quit whoring.
Fivehead/Cabbage Patch Kid/Beyoncno/Haggis - Megan’s singing and song. Sigh. Why oh why, was autotune ever invented? Who do people believe they have “star quality”? Why? Just why? And her dad and everyone told her. Frankly, I’m surprised Michael fronted and admitted anything. But that story was a cul de sac. Her blowing him off was a good start. As for CPK, please, tell me that test is negative. Because she is right on - Michael needs to be dead to her. Even her blaccent started dying at the end. It sputtered and was gone. But that hellacious piece of garbage leaving town without so much as a phone call to his kids then calling them to show himself frolicking on the beach??? Fuck that noise, I roared!!! But, Haggis has the lowest self-esteem of the three of them so Fivehead, being the leech he is, sucked right onto that. Fivehead is why Covid19 lives. Or, we can just wait fir the tide to wash him into the Atlantic conveyor or Bermuda Triangle. Most likely? He’ll be with an Asian girl with low self-esteem from San Francisco.
Do I look like the kind of guy who is going to get taken? says the preview for the next train wreck.
Yup!!!!!!
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The fact people are saying we're entitled shows how low our standards for gaming is now. (Complaints + Constructive Feedback)

The fact people are saying we're entitled shows how low our standards for gaming is now. (Complaints + Constructive Feedback)
I'm starting off with I love this game and haven't played this much of a Call of Duty game since Black Ops 2. I love the game and am only saying this because I care for this game and the future of the franchise.

The standard we have had for Call of Duty has drastically decreased with Call of Duty Black Ops 4 being the only noticable player 2nd money 1st FPS in this day and age. This Black Ops has the least amount of original content in Black Ops history with less original maps and less weapons. The fact the complete game is $100 and has Microtransactions that are equal priced to games with free DLC is an embarassment.

I'll Lay it out for you.

  • Battlefeld V
    • $60
    • Free DLC
    • Cosmetic Microtransactions where 90% of items can be earned in game.
  • Star Wars Battlefront II
    • $60 (reduced to $30 later on)
    • Free DLC
    • Cosmetic Microtransactions with only 2 items not being able to be earned.
  • Overwatch
    • $40
    • Free DLC
    • Cosmetic Loot boxes
  • Rainbow Six Siege
    • $40
    • Free DLC with an optional $30 early access pass
    • Operators earned or bought
    • Cosmetic Loot boxes
  • Titanfall 2
    • $30
    • ALL DLC free
    • MTX averaged arounf $3-5
  • GTA V
    • $30
    • Free DLC
    • MTX heavy though
  • Call of Duty Black Ops 4
    • $60
    • $50 DLC Pass
    • Cosmetic Microtransactions with no way of earning
    • Loot boxes with Weapons
    • Tiers
    • Special Orders with some that are more expensive than a standard Battle Pass
    • Locking seasonal cosmetic items behind a paywall.

This game has less free content than most games in the industry with the least amount of value since it will be deemed worthless the next year.
The fact we are called entitled means people are okay with Treyarch/Activision locking even more content behind a paywall. They already locked seasonal items how far will they continue to go? Here's multiple things they can do to make this game more of a cashgrab. Some sound unrealistic but they just locked an event for $20 so anything is possible.
  • Making Camos like shaders in Destiny 2 so your camo can only be chosen to one weapons and you need to find it again in loot boxes.
  • Bring back weapons to loot boxes- They already are, so why won't they go the next step?
  • Make people pay for tier access- A free pass with less content and a $5-10 pass why not? It makes more money
  • Pay for the Specialists- 500 CP doesn't sound too bad, people will pay, Activision makes more money
The possibilites are endless.
"They won't do that!" They just locked a normally free event behind a paywall, anything is possible.

We are not entitled, you just lost touch with all the other games in the industry doing better than Black Ops 4

Let's go in depth with each major problem this game has and how they can fix it.


An incomplete game (5 months into the life cycle)

Pre Launch a multitude of Features were promised.
  • (beating a dead horse) Combat Records and Leaderboards- Staple COD features that define a COD game with many Stats whores everywhere.
  • Zombie Factions - Revealed at Comic Con, said to be released at Launch by Blundell, where did it go? Zombies is starving for incentives to play.
  • Weekly, Monthly Callings- Another promise by Blundell and co. meant to give (his words) Daily, Weekly, monthly, and yearly engagement. Still not to be seen.
  • Changes to the Black Ops Pass- Well, we're waiting!
Here are my "entitled choices" AKA things that should be here but aren't
  • Saving Custom Games- Was a loved feature for people who played an intense infected, Michael Myers, .5 health sniper matches, why was this removed? Literally no-one complained about it.

Solution
  • Release Leaderboards for at least the top 500k if you're too scared to show the playercount.
  • Release Combat Records, why not?
  • つ ◕_◕ ༽つ Summon The Zombies Content!༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
  • The Black Ops Pass- Look below

Black Ops Pass

  • One of the 2 games that lock content behind a pass (D2 which was also an Activision product back then)
    • It Splits the Playerbase
    • It has no longevity since pass players move onto the next COD making MP Pass maps impossible to play
    • It ruins matchmaking
    • One of the worst passes giving less content + IW pretty much was the closest pass to perfection giving daily bonuses and giving instant access to DLC weapons

How to fix it.
Follow my idea, gives Pass owners a bonus while not splitting the playerbase, It's not illegal the BOP was said to be "Subject to Change" the 1st time a pass has said that in a COD game.
https://i.redd.it/jlny430evwl21.png

Events

The only "free content" we got was a mode, green eyed zombies, and a pretty looking blackout.
Now Blackout does look amazing and was the best part of this update not going to lie. However let's compare WW2's Shamrock & Awe to Black Ops 4's Shamrock & Awe

Black Ops 4 "FREE CONTENT" in Shamrock & Awe
  • A mode
  • A Themed Blackout
  • Green Eyed Zombies
  • An easter egg.

COD WW2 FREE CONTENT in Shamrock & Awe
  • A map (shipment) (pass gets 3 day early access WOW)
  • A mode
  • Themed HQ
  • Themed Zombies
  • Supply Drop/ Collection items
    • 2 new weapons
    • Skins
    • Weapon Variants
    • Camos
    • Weapon Charms
    • Reticles
    • Emotes
StOp BeInG eNtItLeD

Also here's what $20 is worth these days
$20 in Black Ops 2
  • A DLC pack with
    • 4 MP Maps
    • 1 Zombies map
    • A weapon (if you bought the 1st DLC pack)
  • 1 $3 Personalisation Pack with
    • A camo
    • A reticle
    • A Calling Card
  • with $2 to spare

$20 in Black Ops 4
  • 6 cosmetic items (hooray?)

How to fix it
Copy/Paste the Barbarians event. I believe this would be fair for the community. Have 3 items in Blackjack's Shop + 1 special order (will explain hwo those can improve in a second)
Also, we know something is coming due to the Playstation Shamrock and Awe ad, hopefully it means those are the tiers.
https://twitter.com/PlayStation/status/1105521336460472321

MICROTRANSACTIONS

We all know the problems (hopefully)
  • ALL of Blackjack's Shop's items locked behind a paywall up to the low price of 1000CP.
  • ALL Special Orders locked behind a paywall
  • Tiers... they're cool imo just the overabundance of tags.
  • Reserves- Actual Gambling with weapons in past ops in them.
  • Laboratory in Zombies- a $5 Loot Box... WTF

Before we go anywhere I need to shutdown arguements


  • "Don't Like it don't buy it!"
    • What about EARN IT in BOIII each specialist had 9 skins and helmets to earn. Furthermore the only other game that locks this much content behind a paywall are Free to Play games.
  • "Loot Boxes are optional"
    • Do you go to a casino and tell an Gambling Addict "Stop it, it's optional!"
    • Do you go to an Alcoholic and tell them "Drinking is optional! Just Stop!"
    • Do you go to a Drug Addict and say "Drugs are optional, Just Stop!"
    • Do you go to a Spending addict and say "It's only optional!"
    • Do you go to a depressed person and say "Just be happy!"
    • Right, you don't. thanksimcured
      • Loot boxes are a in a Psychologial level The animation gives a positive stimuli rising dopamine levels to have a person want to buy more.
      • "We know the condition may have a genetic component -- and that the children of gambling addicts are at higher risk of gambling addiction themselves -- but we still don't know the exact parts of the brain involved. This research identifies key brain areas, and opens avenues for targeted treatments that prevent cravings and relapse." The study, funded by the UK Medical Research Council, found that two brain areas, called the insula and nucleus accumbens, are highly active when people with gambling addiction experience cravings.
      • Again Psychological level can't be removed by saying stop.
  • "I paid $60 not spending a dime"
    • Ok cool, you're smart. However, this doesn't concern just how one feels, but how much value the game has with free content increasing the long term value.
    • BFV has 4 different modes (Campaign, MP, Combined Arms, Firestorm(late march)) with all other DLC being free increasing long term value.
    • COD has some of the least value for a game with annual releases with the game at launch being similar to its one year later product since so much is behind a paywall.
  • Just leave!
    • COD is like an abusive relationship, you love the game even if it treats you like shit, You remember for who tey once were and just want it to be like then with people buying it every year believing they can go back to the way it was back then.
    • It's the reason they went back to WW2 since the community would nostalgia trip for that.
    • It's the reason they called it BO4 since people know/love the Black Ops series for what it once was
    • It's the reason they're most likely remsatering MW2 and making MW4 because we love MW2 then knowing we'll pay for it.
  • It's cosmetic only
    • Remove the Gold/Diamond/ Dark Matter camos we can still give that argument as said with the Leaderboards/Combat Record. It doesn't affect gameplay, why should we care?

How to improve Microtransactions.

Look at the image I made below it explains everything.


https://i.redd.it/mkejusp8axl21.png

Conclusion

I and many don't want to be a full cashgrab game.
It's possible to overmonetise and still be fair with games like Rainbow Six Siege, and For Honor proving that easily.
All I want is COD to be fair and the "entitled" arguments is telling Activision they can give less content, overmonetise the game in a unfair way, and still get away with it.
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Devoid self restraint officiates ye
Fitting new attire inspiring streaking
Who protects us whilst we pay for havoc employ they reeking
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Handshake implies word registers advice
Modern intelligence is artifice
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Guiding hand meaning Pantheist behest
Seeking one's fulfillment complements of demagoguery
Building baseless pyramid in name of Great Recovery
Hallucination merits upheaval
Remit repreival persecute venal
Sufferance from nescience trumps all evil
Yon morrows martyr covets this abysmal cross commuted
Tread on entrenched fear submit control guiltily included
Govern is to rule as meant to intents
Resourceful proxy heir establishment
Record rallys infer where loans were sent
Pristine colosseums reared commerraderie Fed rum bread
Dropping said crumbs returns dread Which nevermore nary imbeds
Insolvent casino scenario
House always wins with my reservation
Sharing the bulk ignites indignation
Transparency Which critiques subtly speaks Feds peak repent
Weak covenants contained slain whence Green peripherals were went
Theses Ben delivered on depression
Maestro museum managed impression
Keynesian intervention harped dystopian opium
Appeal to supremacy bandwagon psychology
Latin arguementum ad nauseum
Better than expected mass approval
Refuse discard fantasy removal
If you audited our books write off markets on the morrow
No one do we answer to where wheelbarrows go we borrow
Sciences religious mythology
Philosophised finance dichotomy
Genetic archetypal entities
Conversations incidental informations monumental
Facets fawned fastidious selfless attires instrumental
Minions mimic Socratic opinions
Authority inbred majority
Consider selves distinct minority
Yield to ye inferiors subjectively superior
Mechanisms failing sublimation with interior
Greeks conceived benefits in politics
Propaganda versed all in rhetoric
Dwelled anarchic run redeem autarkic
World perceptions inconsistent to obtained views of my own
Optimism timeless shown fantastically overblown
Fate collapses upon observation
Ostriches banked on unexamined lives
Perturbations quantum fluctuations
Foregone measures austere pleasures enforced authenticity
Cessation trepidation ensures no future certainty
Whilst known speed and position now in sync
One makes ye taller yet none make me shrink
Doth not know thyself yore on the brink
Fulfillment will not quail forbidden face of foreign dangers
Entrainment derailed arranged marriage twixt incomplete strangers
Birds of a feather flock with the weather
One marked to market worth two under Bush
Lemmings allegedly demand a push
An existential exercise spins nihilistic nightmares
Nonconformed confirmed uncomfort spirals condescending stairs
Slaughter abolished pig sucklers now fly
Fed up rich bullshit Which lies upon lye
Doth need not for lipstick ride we bone dry
Left to right wrong motivations paved by best intention
Pound me with the cure denounce flesh as impure meets prevention
Overdue elixir panacea
Gold in led stead transmutes alchemist Fed
Spirits confirmed in actions idea
Though hungry swine will freely plow fall submissive tow the line
No offence is meant whence I commence casting pearls before thine
Lead thee to sustenance soon thou shall find
You feed a seed of rage contented caged
That Which hath been remains yet to be seen
One finds upon a wander from yon cave we've left regression
Whence without luminescence stem outlandish such obsessions
Actualized self's realization
Fasting of heart leaves no trace of ego
I fell here from Olympus apropos
Upshot in authenticity shows secure survivors test
Where indiscretions excesses discretely are repressed
Desperate knowledge grievous awareness
I first blew reed pipes but then I digress
Values eroded integrity
Climate corroded ideals irresponsibility
Satisfied my agency autonomous capacity
Bet Dow hath finally had a bad day
Bear in mind they will say twas anway
Old high still standing gold stones throw away
Shorting shooting slope of hope enormous towers treacherous
Each new era crashes in increasing half glass emptiness
Overabundance deserts time delay
Accounts inner morality decay
Strength in pessimism fear forfeits right
Dusk withdraws from sight as shade is drawn over dawn's early light
Narcissistic psychopaths inherited the earth our plight
Quarrying light inspired murky night flee
Ye gods laugh heartily ridicule me
Reckoning another day mine shall be
Subsequently I subsist shifting this rock as Sisyphus
Future pulls upon me as due ration to minus remiss
I'm half crazy bicycle built for two
Network circuitry daisy chained to you
How do I know what is reel to be true
Gather input sensations scrutinize for degradation
Dissembling dissemblance as lacking in resemblance
Singularity prophesied end be
Less threat than icons presently envied
Graven is our image in our idol
Misunderstood system holds revolutions banked on bridle
Give me dominion over doe I care not who makes law
Hegellian dialectic shock and awe
Fixed moments instability move becomes necessity
Moses leads bull rush reeds deceptive swaith
Crisis opportunity incompetence seasons good faith
Fallow plot begot furlough shrieks foul wraith
Yay though I plod through the valley of death
Evil gives comfort my rod and my staff
No fear preparest for my enemies
Parasitic symbiotes surviving vicariously
Job gyrations exploitations sloth thrive ubiquitously
Unnatural select evolution
Bad apple genes rot barrel pollution
Big bang extends concussions extrusion
Elude intrusion neath tapestry relay inscribed decree
Conspiracy theories deliquesced evidence coalesced
Duress dressed as justice undue process
Reduce the law to writ for oversight
Infinitely rules stretch fractally tight
Dollar press lever Wizards tweak whence practised Which deceiver
Feeding frenzy at the top on last chair hot potato drops
Animal farm irrigation believer
Cuckoos in nested loops launched retriever
Social ecological equity
Fauna all created equal although some are more than most
Perched aloft nights sleepless roosters backdate options after posts
Tell a vision avulsed exclusive boasts
Foxes bird box hens fake news oven roasts
Occupy Wall Street greeting champagne toasts
5G technology expandable densification
Cameras considering Laws actual ramifications
Depressions perpetuate FOMO motes
FIFO Ponzi scheme boat redeems fresh float
Gloat sessions connoted roat smote through goat
Destructions need demands feed for Which Fed never hesitates
Beyond salvations hope for damnation destined reprobates
Wolf in sheep's clothing with diplomacy
Bragging best ever broke economy
Pre warned of bubble in candidacy
Memories impeach me markets relapse collapse candor
Black and white deliberations compromise grey matters or
Burning empire riddled Nero fiddled
No new under the sun any longer
What doth not kill my will makes ye stronger
Suicidal quarantine commit sheer to absurdity
Crash course in urgency suspends to decade Odyssey
Engulf journey as is illusory
Entailed magical curtailed mystery
Reproduced sequence spawns duplicity
Great truths infect minds space whilst time distorts fabrics ablation
Balanced scales duration dual edged knife grinds calibration
Wildlife exhumed landslide menagerie
Submission supports popularity
War of attrition print press edition
Release Kraken abridged dictations unredacted memo
Cognitive mind is least informed second thought tis last to know
Feedback iterates habitually
Zombie apocalyptic shopping spree
Animal myriad corroboree
Discrepancies adorable approaching deplorable
Configured integrations simulate exaggerations
Conceptual reorganization
New century frail clings frayed to pale past
Dot com bust imprints last iconoclast
Tragic disposition anchored significance within story
Spherical lyrical expository mourning glory
Expansion dominates fertility
Appropriate most apt utility
Bubble envelops errs infinity
Bold ignorance advanced hind sights distilled new high arrogance
Underlying trauma repeats cycle till addressed complete
Sublates convergence becoming congeals
Cavernous kingdom stalagmite conceals
Peer not in mirror prefer not appeal
Sew a thought in hope to reap an action something real to feel
Neverland begotten old whilst kid futures are oversold
Life lived not lest bits of bites record it
Biased suggestions imbue news reported
Syrinx sears titans with my brand of creed
Written word ceded all forgotten need to practise recall
Calculated math skills lost computer brought thoughts holocost
Ensconced by lantern hung from beam of straw
Helios heals blow of iced ages thaw
Loyal to natural attributes raw
Extraordinary delusional madness of ye crowds
Trot proudly upon road to serfdom congregations praised aloud
Brave was this new world before eighty four
Hunger games in store jaybird tweets that score
Jehovah bore witnesses door to door
Insure myself against four horseman
paid my tithe expired spent
Sow ears flying high on credit barely do I afford rent
Time unwinds quickly at least doth for me
April showers levee spring bankruptcy
Litres live forever in latency
Bailing water steady rising deep subterraneously
Foresee floods invest in arks of financial calamity
Extraneously Rome's blaze radiates
Simultaneously Fed Witches toiled
Slow perniciously satiates frogs boiled
Crisis constructs messenger of sordid too tongued character
Stocks which rise so should slide chosen goose footing egg opposed side
Federal innovates imbibed bribed state
Reserves umpire status hunched hind home plate
Falling knife of fear impaled atmosphere
Short bets squeezed rife barren years unfruitful bleeds contango wine
Inverse ETFs unprecedented reverse splits declined
Nothing it's equal creature without fear
Can't fill hide with harpoons or head with spears
Mire strive dire try pull in Leviathan
Endless procrastination doth avert intent deflation
Unclear when routes passage appears clear as destination
Sorrows station seems my inculcation
Divides built up babble between nations
Seven trumpets summon revelation
Electrostatic circumstance transmits catalytic twist
Substitute reacted chemical transmits platonic tryst
Ironically passion not my goal
Ionically bonded blending coal
Mirrored dipole roll poised down rabbit hole
Experiment first ever repeats Laws defraud endeavor
Mississippi reflating dollar debt exchange creating
Wealth effect transfers helicopter drop
Fracking reserves crack too big to stop
Ineptitude or evilly adept
Calm filled the room as elephants silently drowned in tar pits
History Which hails tense whence Fed injections flew to market
Lucrative house flipping stained soil carpet
Real reign swamp purge comes to street again
Broken window theory frisk fallacy
Destructions need graciates feed for Which Fed never hesitates
Seven headed hydra twixt blaspheming regime duplicates
Purgatory epic allegory
Apathy lacks worry for avoidance
Dreams annoyance recurring clairvoyance
Complacent consternation burns concerned capitulation
Catacomb further catenates future pyroclastic blasts
Install a new partition date saved last
God creates man's imaged eternity
Man made device for immortality
Only way to beat life be articulate as dead machine
Foiling might be finding wanting nothing just as pleasing
Emoted thoughts and deeds confer disease
Viral joy contained anxious unease
Communicable known uncertainties
Mention stoic abstention receive lepers reprehension
Addend subconscious attention suchness sought destination
Protectionist tribal groupthink ensues
Misdirect blame profane color thou choose
Divide and conquer plan by Jove we use
Minting for a living tis nothing short of scintillating
Weaponry mass produce we entropy disintegrating
Rebirth essential in this finite trap
Technicals crucial analysis map
Impulse mined collective wiretapped caps
Souls endless extrapolating each threshold encapsulating
Mutually affecting Titans ever overreaching
Battles march business no fight beseeching
Cyanide reaction gold is leaching
Settle for distraction Athene’s teaching
Shares fabricate infrastructure bonds for manufactured war
Master in ways of deception weaving fleece her predilection
Declined vine illustrates interjection
Fundamentally ye add furthermore
Whole vacuus nature I find abhor
Each new day opportune to go by street sideshow pundits shout
Marginally most will comply seek aggressive salesman clout
Run through stampede proceed in funnel out
Mosaic tile code mixed mirage mud grout
Worm abated hook ate some fat cat’s trout
Informed when glad relate when mad great is not the worst we've had
Next quarter rates Which inflates translates to direct tabled fate
Disinformation chads dangling depart
Troublesome travel when horse pushes cart
Trojans craft driftwood regifted as art
Taken rate decision interest always is a given
Approached encroachment infringements lunged impingement I expunged
Spell manifests as living hell digests
Calcareous sponge absorbed rimstone plunge
Cookbook to serve lamb seals underhand
Sinter sauntered asunder plotting pillage of my plunder
Attack technique intervenes quoth slighted victim claims obscene
Cried mystified feeling such waste sprayed mace
Save face retrace find safety inside shrouded space
Access filter modified denied trash storage verified
Angels four spew brimstone fire scorched ingress half expected less
Trick talk turns back clock players profiles rotate roles resume
Covertly campaigned defiling my name
Creations Instigate destruction
Erupts surreptitious instruction
Bewildered heard shocked embrace loomed Gates of Hell gauge WHO won race
Military missionary hold prostrate to vaccinate
Chaotic Kronos ordered time consumed
Stow stoked fumes subsidies gave the gods room
Whilst land of the fraud is home to the knave
Babylon of living nonexistent through the golden age
Cassandra of this stage ilk ignores inklings of alarmed sage
Chicken little forebodes sky is falling
Rope a dope fades rationalisation
Brittle doth be fragile ye recalling
Loquacious news needs slews feigned of disambiguation
Mendacious or fallacious contagious be implications
Butterfly flapped wing doth not move a thing
But a gnat perhaps who's too GAD to fly
Financing is how but where is the why
Important that all patriots patronize conquesting troops
Dodge ye head stoop as pooping eagle swoops
Most dismissive uninspired missive
Perceptually far too derisive
Guiding hand not apparent visual
Missing cash flows continual residual bottom lines
Pinnochio hopes to know Which ideal conjures growth sublime
Dendrites potentially stimulate spine
Titanic torrents mist venetian blinds
Decidedly distort bilked disincline
Writhe in through chasm in awe open wide
Formless figures summon uniform pride
Dismiss discontent conveyors subside
Tributaries dispersed springs knowledge trees freeze molten ore
Splintering sparks displaced thick dark coruscate tangible floor
Cumulus clouds of primordial dust
Question our senses in sun god we trust
Sifted silts produce thunderbolts of Zeus
Oval elliptical orbits the folds tidal tendency
Blue sphere girds spoken word breathed clay Boulder Forge Company
Quality moulding is job number one
Caste mass producing consumes many sons
My duty to ensure we always run
Figured would be a piece of cake more at work than give and take
Thought this would be my big break but not knowing literally
Apprenticed construction now I maintain
Composite skill same commissioning game
Swim or wallow in Uranus disdain
I made the trade not for reward nor deemed security
Only gospel guarantee is confidence in mastery
Tasked to sit in a chair contemplate stare
Crosswords in wait for a breakdown repair
I study craves of machines which behave
Rhythmic clang links chain react percussional power set free
Insatiable harmony piques morbid curiosity
Beast belly bowel bubbles belch smelt death
To quota of product do I owe breath
Economic cauldron of corrosion
We operate Vesuvius ungodly hours breathing brine
Facilitate yon amplidyne oxygenate lavas shine
Steering eather into three cyclops cells
Myopically they motion for me when cycles in chaos my sirens knell
Lion hearted as Hephaestus take knee before crucibles hearth
Examine vitals symptoms prognosis deduce further impart
Volt amps transcend times root of three powers
Frequently electrons ebb in order
Arc bath gives rise to hot molten showers
May bring flowers demonstrate my will in accord rewards her
Athena is truth incarnate dream she is a movement
Immaculate perfection possessed no
need for improvement in her coveralls
Wert she to eaten apple I befall
Sand disseminates beneath hourglass curves she manipulates
How could I anticipate
Rapt hints had she to intimate
Roots hypotenuse squares summed pendulum
Enlightened visions profound pit this plum
On que she hooks her thunderbolts so ample in restriction
Destabilized my volts despite my amping up conviction
Magnetisms repulsive attraction
Bipolar feedback generates action
Machining floral dissatisfaction
Narcissus is spring can't this robot tool be taught anything
Recommence imaging thine vault undermined after fault
Intuit as her nuclear annihilates tumult
June accusations forced violation
Vulnerable to invalidation
Confrontations repudiation consents allegation
Placate June”s wells breached swell fore July conflagration
Use wu wei to vacate situation
But weightless behemoth ate all greenbacks
Can’t manage exit not even a crack
Inward forays shunned malfunction unknown overgrown morass
Cult of quantity all students get a pass coach seat class
God’s walled over all access to egress
Those who cannot do are experts at best
Past practise succeeds failures teach what needs
Viridescent pools dilate grey eyed dubious stressed madness
Feeling she was slighted by my passage through her nucleus
Disinterested I had disinterred
Down period Kondratieff winter
Intrinsic tragedy all fairy tales end inherently
Gave me what I wished for in a way I was not hoping for
Destiny permits paths forbade
How shallow wilt thou will wade
PCB cesspools black bile pitches glue
Smoldering sand dune trenches shore magmas excess residue
Admit this time smashing cymbals whilst cyclops wert drumming too
Keep the fantasy alive in my head
Earthquake take other route instead
Always say they never saw it coming
They did In Herculaneum still their brains steamed in their skulls
Summer solstice solace lulls lava ladles plentiful
Cumulative studies validations
Inseminate process degradation
Trying not to mention my invention
Bending toward normalcy absorption emits diffraction
Inverted perceptions withdraw inflections from emptiness
Perplexing she rejects ram intellect
Anecdotal evidence cached respect
Zip plans to stockpile cognizance combined
Designed secret punishment to circumvent I resigned
Recollect for instance cognitive lessons in dissonance
Logic accepts one view perceived of two
Pit of mine stomach whence knot always knew
Treasonous betrayed lion taming shrew
Spite cleaved interface continued dutiful onward pace
Humiliations goal wert to replace cheers with disgrace
Orchestrations untold meticulous
Malevolence is still in existence
Narrative streams unfold conspicuous
Childish bliss unscrupulous epidemic Narcissus
Invasive species multiplied since Zeus supplied his sun’s abyss
Affect change rather than effect ere cause
Gaslight obfuscates reasonable laws
Tall tales half truths edged lies by omission
Unwary reprehense motive intents of recognition
Splitting of the faculty augments a new reality
Fight freeze or flee options only three
Trials choose middle choice typically
Stockholm syndrome captors figured friendlies
Volunteer for brunt of blame acquiesced toxic shame domain
Raging stirs steroid cortisol adrenaline cocktail brain
Idealize devalue sudden discard
Benevolent dictatorship abstained
Without the faintest regret or regard
Figured she was playing me but never thought she'd try so hard
Had a little influence pummeling blacksmith into bard
Feeling flashback symptoms PTSD
Reflux acid regurgitates anxiously
Facilities shut down my apogee
Estranged entanglement is indiscriminate vicinity
Projection deflects inspection detects proffered rejection
Upon reflection I/O failed connection
Reverse detail switched doppler direction
Attacked mine tranquility enacted thine stability
Great relationships determined by good portability
Amor Fati defeat of agony
Heroic transitions affirmation
Chinks of crevasse evasive to bypass
Labyrinth strings web of deceit light and dark unlikely meet
Shadows reconnection Schadenfreude revels surrection
Maze ambled afore trapped in Minotaur
Disintegrating reintegration
Unfurled divest individuation
Emergence of self under siege August surfacing intrigues
Sun god aims retribution penetrating air dilution
Perpetrating vengeful execution
Cyclop's blindsided coming attraction
Apollo's exaction vents extraction
Redress reclaimed door discharged from mine chore
Concussions cavitations roar gaff retrieved my staff from shore
Gangplank fastened transit for deck from wreck
Embodied under mass gravitation
Nothingness consistent contradiction
In retrospect ahead investigate that Which is suspect
Chastened flaming embers titillate orange September moon
Hastened retreat not an instant too soon
Burgeoning three wave prosperity shewn
Wave five trait mimics Echo past monsoon
Perpetually parallel dramas punctual insane
Aphrodite's inception purged migraine foam seethed fire in vain
Twain hath liquidity trickled down drain
Consult oracle ogle tangent plane
Bow to stern brood tempestuous coxswain
Demurrage fee aptly sought to regain lay of way terrain
Masked my gnashing lion waves stumble as they spread before me
Mountain rubble crumbles bloodied red sea
Locusts cannibalistic commotion
Uncanny notion overt devotion
Fixed betwixt twin scorpions stings subtle by a hares degree
One longs to age as seas submit one hole subliminally
Desire loves desire more than that desired
Overtime I find wanting displeasing
Fuel to fire Aphrodite’s teasing
Symptomatically nymphomaniac releasing
Random cosmos berth patterned beyond cyclic perimeter
Doth not feel momentum ye be the tide
Volume reduced ambient limiter
Futile to resist flow fatal to ride
Impressed by the strung rope ladder of unquestioned good status
Doctors orders therapeutic regressive Hedonism
Bureaucracy forced parentalism
Founding fathers Titan nepotism
The health preventative catechism
Give only to take away to give again another day
Rewards gods some token compensation
Anyone here not get paid besides me
Red light starboard wax eared crew rendezvous
Bounded by my sacrifice to irresponsibility
None of the other prize winning
players gamble here but me
Battened down fear gauge groups psychopathy
Ever since world went into bankruptcy
Call for Panic Zeus black masked his swan song
Yarn for youthful innocence gone stick slip traction moves this throng
Tread borderline separating time providing till from when
Uneven Titans tip unbalanced ships
Dualities tune unity in trine
One thing I did learn when within confine
Whom hath desire for nothing believes doth not need anything
Misinterpretation required missing zero still a thing
Axons bemoan sequence of no return
Feeling slight injustice step forward commandeer ambition
Venus akin to mine headache just better known rendition
Under spotlight favorite position
Internally propelled by externals
Take this Autumnal equinox swear on the cross tis vernal
All the gods explicitly sing chants how lucky I must be
Bring Mordor back to toss this precious ring
Prospect she fertilized inferring seed
Open union upon Which we agreed
Karma conflates heavens gates contrived in Pandemonium
Green shoots elate consummate concerns inspire Pavlovian
Theories cosigned conspiracies maligned
Impermanence ineffably refined
Ignorance binds energy disinclined
Universal conception pride of self
love contraception
Trying to be pliable but find it reprehensible
All dispensable Great Complacent Sea
Sizing words wisely rids ostensible
Lies the only guise now found comprehensible
Prophylactic allude to didactic
Though whilst I work at chore she’s Ares whore
I snagged them embarrassingly naked afore gods before
Yellen Helen neither nor wert worth war
Bowl of wrath judgement ignored poor decor
Titans empathizing with swimming clothes
In her throws she extolled excitement being extra exposed
Far be it from she to assume joint responsibility
Exponential debt credits game theory
On that we agree tis rigged currency
Opportunistic imperialists
Propaganda grasshoppers enlist ants backbone socialist
Can't remember when gathered last had a say any matter
Other nations forfeit right to do it
Export of inflation needs conduit
Concert donates borders New World Order
Blockchain came about when drunk bartender could not reach the spout
Yahweh will control all money now they have it figured out
Waiting for my minute to be clever
Stamp my name on the gods minds forever
My switchblade really needs to cut them off
No clue what the gods know only that they need to run the show Narcissistic parasites charisma lands entitlement
Vampires nourish roots to stunt encouragement
Protocol enticing invitation
Condemnation staged cooperation
Intolerable acts left no coercive tea leaves intact
Coven of bag passing Witches gave chase across red waters
Need another nine stitches sons twixt daughters
Waiting in the balance moment of force
Hatch guillotine MRI triggered source
Soaked up dripped Wyrmwood postulated solvent tasted good
Full equilibrium half ballast set assail for malice
Octobers placid benign chilled chalice
Brain scan photocell senses light all is well
If instead bulb shows dead off with thee head
Also as a godsend bonus honed mom’s splendid jury throne
Captive chaperone audience fettered judgement chains inlaid
Skipping to a Witch hunt after masquerade
Topside upper deck on the promenade
Propellor fashion later ohm made blade
Behooved turtle jail sac tail flailed back satyromaniac
Passionate parade personifying Nature of tirade
Horney gimp hind quarters brace graced limp
Llama spitting image of Obama
Clinton's dole out cigars contribute scars
All guests in attendance dressed as promised change we forget lest
Salubrious familiar strangers grooving Harvey Danger
Politically free redundancy
Reagan closed asylums threw away key
Identity hath no cost found when lost
Consolidations vibrate quantized sinusoidal noise
Pullback hull triangulate alow by my device and Echo
Feel lonely frost amongst the other masks
Survival is appeasing to their tasks
Remember November elect Semper
Meaning faithful to all members not just only archaic
On the way to office run your head
through photovoltaic
Vanishing quickly old liquidity
Seven plagues capsized immortality
The line hath paid out to the bitter end
Too big to sail exhale replications glorification
Night zeniths elevation nadirs sun's regeneration
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41 M [friendship] [activities] Los Angeles - Is anyone else's Matrix busted? All I can get is Idiot Relay Race over here and it's stuck on loop

Not A Conspiracy Nut - still believes in Aliens, Bigfoot, Loch Ness, and ghosts
I'm not here to judge or to cast aspersions on anyone's life choices but I just gotta know: Are the people setting fire to the 5G towers a new group of B-Holes or are they a know commodity? I guess my real question is: Do new groups of weird conspiracy theory people, e.g. B-Holes, just pop up like mushrooms on the forest floor, separate and unique, or are these more like High Level RPG characters that have amassed a collection of hair-brained ideas to propel them through the coming apocalypse? So to point- Does our 5G tower B-Hole also believe that the world is flat and that women are holding back sex through some brilliant web of "Making Sure No One (but Chad) Gets that Sweet Goodie Good" Method of World Domination?
Is s/he the Uber-mensch of "All You Sheeple believe everything the govt and the WHO and the CDC and Scientists and Common Sense tells you"? Like a Level 99 Cloud Strife ready to unleash a flurry of Limit Breaks the moment you, an unaware passerby, bring up the fact that their rhetoric sounds like lazy Star Trek writing (Have you seen Discovery?) and that no one trying to take over the world would use vaccines (which all you B-Holes are convinced are poison anyway) to distribute Satanic nano-machines to control everyone's minds. They'd just put those nano-machines in the hand sanitizer that you can't seem to get enough of. (Same group of B-Holes hording toilet paper as these guys??)
So what about me? Who am I?
I'm a casino worker waiting for this Covid mess to end so that I can go back to doing what I do best: Watching animated drunks blow their entire life savings while telling me that everyone of their crappy decisions are somehow MY FAULT and that they hold no blame in the state of their lives. I'm paraphrasing, of course. I also miss all of the pimps, the 4:00 am hookers, and the many C/D level celebrities that would sit next to our sad gambling victim. (Bonus about me- I've got plenty of casino stories)
More?
I'm a music whore. Can't stop. Won't stop. I smoke weed a bunch, and if the world weren't ending I'd be all about some Dodger baseball right now. Charger season comes in the fall, usually, which might make me sound like a former jock or normie, but I assure you I am quite weird and awkward hahaha. I came by sports the nerdy way, so don't be intimidated if you don't know the rules. I'd love to help you if you'd like to learn, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE introducing new fans to the Los Angeles Dodgers.
Speaking of which, once this pandemic ends I'm looking to get out there and see all that L.A. has to offer. Bonus points if you know a great chicken sandwich and would like to come along to grab it.
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41 [M4R] Los Angeles - Is anyone else's Matrix busted? All I can get is Idiot Relay Race over here and it's stuck on loop

Not A Conspiracy Nut - still believes in Aliens, Bigfoot, Loch Ness, and ghosts
I'm not here to judge or to cast aspersions on anyone's life choices but I just gotta know: Are the people setting fire to the 5G towers a new group of B-Holes or are they a know commodity? I guess my real question is: Do new groups of weird conspiracy theory people, e.g. B-Holes, just pop up like mushrooms on the forest floor, separate and unique, or are these more like High Level RPG characters that have amassed a collection of hair-brained ideas to propel them through the coming apocalypse? So to point- Does our 5G tower B-Hole also believe that the world is flat and that women are holding back sex through some brilliant web of "Making Sure No One (but Chad) Gets that Sweet Goodie Good" Method of World Domination?
Is s/he the Uber-mensch of "All You Sheeple believe everything the govt and the WHO and the CDC and Scientists and Common Sense tells you"? Like a Level 99 Cloud Strife ready to unleash a flurry of Limit Breaks the moment you, an unaware passerby, bring up the fact that their rhetoric sounds like lazy Star Trek writing (Have you seen Discovery?) and that no one trying to take over the world would use vaccines (which all you B-Holes are convinced are poison anyway) to distribute Satanic nano-machines to control everyone's minds. They'd just put those nano-machines in the hand sanitizer that you can't seem to get enough of. (Same group of B-Holes hording toilet paper as these guys??)
So what about me? Who am I?
I'm a casino worker waiting for this Covid mess to end so that I can go back to doing what I do best: Watching animated drunks blow their entire life savings while telling me that everyone of their crappy decisions are somehow MY FAULT and that they hold no blame in the state of their lives. I'm paraphrasing, of course. I also miss all of the pimps, the 4:00 am hookers, and the many C/D level celebrities that would sit next to our sad gambling victim. (Bonus about me- I've got plenty of casino stories)
More?
I'm a music whore. Can't stop. Won't stop. I smoke weed a bunch, and if the world weren't ending I'd be all about some Dodger baseball right now. Charger season comes in the fall, usually, which might make me sound like a former jock or normie, but I assure you I am quite weird and awkward hahaha. I came by sports the nerdy way, so don't be intimidated if you don't know the rules. I'd love to help you if you'd like to learn, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE introducing new fans to the Los Angeles Dodgers.
Speaking of which, once this pandemic ends I'm looking to get out there and see all that L.A. has to offer. Bonus points if you know a great chicken sandwich and would like to come along to grab it.
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Classic review of Matt Hughes' autobiography from former UFC HW Sean McCorkle

Original UG thread:
"I just bought a copy of Matt Hughes book, and am in 3 chapters already. It is borderline unbelievable. I figured from all the FRAT postings that not everyone on the UG is a big reader, so I'm doing you all a favour. I'm reading it for you and providing a synopsis, chapter by chapter. As astounding as some of this sounds, everything I post is actually in the book. Here it goes:
Chapter 1
Matt talks about growing up on a farm, and what repulsive little brats he and Mark were growing up. To this day, he thinks their childhood "mischief" like breaking shit all the time, being disobedient to their parents, and being cruel to animals is funny. After reading chapter one, you'll find yourself thinking, "Somebody should have beat those kids asses"
Chapter 2
Matt talks about how he and Mark virtually hated each other in jr. high, and high school. He also talks about how he was better, and smarter than Mark at everything.
Chapter 3
Things take a very interesting turn in chapter 3 when Mark and Matt's father has the balls to scold Mark for riding a motorcycle without a helmet. Without letting him finish, the Hughes brothers, physically attack their father, and beat the shit out of him, finally showing him who's boss. Later Mark threatens to throw his mom out of a window or something like that when she's stupid enough to correct him. Not surprisingly the family splits up.
Chapter 4
Matt cheats his way through college getting A's in classes he proudly says he never attended. He and the other wrestlers bully everybody at Lincoln Junior College, and break a bunch of shit. They tip over people's cars, and flood the dorms on purpose. We reach a new low, when he also makes light of the fact that one of his college buddies could not read or write. He then takes time to bash Frank Trigg, saying that he "never became anything."
Later it gets even more disturbing when he describes mutilating a live baby piglet by cutting off it's testicles, and throwing them at a friend. For good measure he slits it's stomach open as it screams wildly to "freak his friend out." After he and Mark brutally torture and kill a dozen or so baby pigs, solely for entertainment, they starts throwing their testicles and body parts at each other. Matt even now still seems amused because his friend looked like he was going to vomit.
A family member shoots himself over a girl, and Matt skips the funeral decided to go to a wrestling meet instead. After getting drunk one night they take a bunch of girls "swimming" in some sort of pond/rain watesewer runoff. There is a whirlpool that's formed in the sewage pond, and Matt and 2 other drunk college kids get caught in the current. Matt pulls himself out but the 2 other kids drowned. He talks about how God saved him.(apparently God hated the other 2 drunk college kids) They feel so sorry for the 2 kids that died, that the same night the go out and get drunk again, and look for girls. They end up at a house party, and are having no luck with the girls, so they started eating food from the cabinets and refrigerator. When confronted by the home's owner, they throw him through a window, and leave before the cops get there. Matt then starts fighting MMA and kicking everyone's ass easily. Pat Miletich refs one of Matt's fights, and is so impressed he invites him to train with them.
On a side note, for a guy who's disgusted by the language Serra uses, I've counted 14 curse words to this point in the book.
I forgot in Chapter 4, him and Mark both make-out with the same 8th grade girl while they are in college. Why he would include that I have no idea. It had nothing to do with the story.
Chapter 5
Chapter 5 is mostly uneventful, just talks about his first fight in Japan, and so on. He does manage to say "I would have done anything for a country breakfast in Japan" which did nauseate me momentarily. The end of the chapter starts picking up momentum when at Mark's wedding, the boys snub their dad, not allowing him in the family photos. Later, after getting completely plastered they beat the shit out of their new in-laws at the wedding reception, and the entire event turns into what Matt calls "A Battle Royal."
Chapter 6
This chapter should have been titled "I am such a badass." Matt misses no opportunity to pat himself on the back for his fights. He talks about steamrolling everybody. Later Matt shows his utter lack of character when he divulges that he guilt-tripped a fellow mitetich guy into letting him win a grappling match at the Abu Dhabis so he could get the bonus money for fastest submission. The guy fakes like Matt submitted him, earning Matt $1,500 for fastest submission. The way Hughes rationalized it was "The winner faced Tito Ortiz, and we both knew I was the only one that would have a chance against him." He admits Tito beat him in the grappling match, but remembers being surprised at how much stronger he was than Tito. He basically says Tito got lucky in beating him. More later on.
Chapter 7
Matt talks about how he and Jens Pulver used to belittle new members at the Miletich gym. He talks about how they both made fun of and ignored a fat kid who was seemingly in awe of them. That fat kid was Tim Sylvia. He talks about how the UFC temporarily released him "by mistake." He finished the chapter by divulging that he likes to eat at Hooters, and he knocked up the gym skank, who he describes as having "nice boobs, even though they were fake" and "her hips were a little too wide for his taste." Apparently not to wide to impregnate.
Chapter 8
Matt starts this chapter by sexually assaulting the aforementioned 8th grader, who's now 21, in public at a grocery store. Or "Smacking her on the ass" as he called it. Matt notices that her body is "tighter" now that she's grown up, and not the same 13 year old he'd made out with in college. For some reason Matt immediately tells her that he knocked his girlfriend up, and seems utterly outraged that she has decided she's keeping the baby.
After making it back to her parents house he again begins fondling her on the couch by reaching through a hole in her jeans. He goes on to describe how he noticed she didn't shave her legs that day. (At this point I started to wonder if I mistakenly was reading Penthouse Forum or something.)
The story line changes out of nowhere and Matt begins describing how an opponent who he was mauling once whispered to him to "take the arm," or in other words, I've had enough, please just arm-bar me, and leave me a little dignity. Matt decided he wanted to "take out some more aggression", and continued to beat the shit out of him for another round.
Also, at the end of the chapter the victim of his sexual assault, for some reason I can't begin to fathom, breaks up with him.
Chapter 9
This chapter tells a story about how Tim Sylvia approached Matt like a man, and asked Matt why he had a problem with him when no one else at Miletich does. Matt then goes on to describe the look on Tim's face when Tim who was hoping to bury the hatchet, gets told that he's lazy, not a team player, and Matt didn't like him. Matt takes joy in the fact that he knew exactly how he was treating Tim, and Tim was hoping he'd apologize or something.
Tim, obviously crushed says that Matt has always been one of his heroes, and he'd do anything to be his friend. Matt then tells him he's got enough friends, and that Tim can't buy acceptance by following his team mates around to UFCs when he's not invited.
This chapter is interrupted by a bunch of pictures of Matt being repulsive at different ages. There's a repulsive Matt baby picture, a repulsive Matt toddler picture, a repulsive Matt with a mullet high school picture, a repulsive Matt adult with family picture. The one that tops it all off is a picture of him writing this book on a, I shit you not, typewriter. It looks to be 60 or so years old. But hey, he is from the country I guess.
He then talks about Tito getting knocked out on the street, and what a dick Tito always was to him.
He ends the chapter in typical fashion talking about his sexual assault victim waiting for him to get home from Europe one night, sitting in a car outside his house. He takes that opportunity to let us all know he wouldn't see her that night because he was "too busy spending the night in someone else's bed."
Come to find out, the victim sitting in the car would later become his wife. I bet she loved the fact that he included that little tid bit in his book.
Chapter 10
Matt is up to more shenanigans as he starts dropping by his ex-victim's house, who wants nothing to do with him, when she's not there, and pretty much kidnapping her three year old son so he can spend time with him. She finds out about it and puts a stop to it, the way her parents should have put a stop to college age Matt and Mark making out with her when she was 13.
From here we go to a weird story about how Matt refused to walk all of the way to the bathroom in a bar at a casino in Las Vegas, and would just publicly urinate near the bar while pretending to be getting another drink because it was "dark enough in there to get away with it." I'm at a loss for why that was included in the book. At that same bar his brother Mark's wife refused to get on the bar and dance with some other skanks despite the fact that Mark had ordered her to. She left the bar upset.
He then talks about his ex-victim deciding to get breast implants in the plastic surgery mecca of the U.S., Cedar Rapids. She wanted to know if Matt would stay with her for a day after her surgery because she would be highly medicated. Matt agreed and took full advantage of a still very groggy patient and had sex with her THE DAY AFTER HER SURGERY, which unfortunately "tore some stitches." He also says that this was the first time he saw her completely naked because she always wore her shirt when they had sex before. I didn't know what to make of that either.
He finishes up by talking about how he destroyed Sherk for 5 rounds, and then says he encouraged Sylvia after he tested positive for steroids.
Chapter 11
This chapter was a whole lot of nothing. Matt beat the hell out of Trigg. Matt was beating BJ Penn but just got caught with a good right hand. Matt gets married and has a 24 hour honeymoon which includes dinner at Steak N Shake, and watching the boy he was kidnapping earlier, who is now his step-son swim at a cheap motel pool. That's right, they took the kid with them on their honeymoon. Nice little reminder that someone else has slept with your new bride if you ask me. Still no mention of Matt's other kid so far. You know, the one he wanted to have his ex abort. He also says that some guy started talking to him about becoming a Christian.
Chapter 12
We now find Matt at an orphanage in Mexico helping out as a missionary. After some prodding, he becomes a Christian in Mexico, and returns home a few days later. He immediately starts lecturing his wife, who for some reason he now calls "Mom" even when they're alone, about her language and her spiritual life. She's not having it, and starts bringing up all of the girls he slept with in the past.(something he still seems to be just a little proud of) He beats Trigg???s ass again, and then his step son gets in trouble at school for kicking other kindergarteners, and Matt instructs him to use his shin next time instead of his toe.
Chapter 13
This motherfucker is out of his mind.
For some reason he still calls his wife/victim "mom." Dana calls and wants him to coach tuf 2. Matt tells "mom" he's unsure about being away from her for 6 weeks, because he doesn't want to end up like Randy Couture, and leave his long time wife for someone he met while filming tuf. Where does this dude get off airing Randy's dirty laundry??? "Mom" then assures him that he's no Randy Couture. I would also like to take this time to personally reassure him that he is no Randy Couture. And who the hell worries about leaving their wife if they can't see them for 6 weeks. What the fuck?
He also takes time to tell us that everything about Randy "radiated decency....except for his actions." What the hell is going on here?
He also tells Dana that he WILL NOT CUSS on the show. He will apparently do it in his book though
He next proceeds to forget his 6 year old step son is with him at the tuf training facility, and drives away leaving him there for over an hour. Later he can't believe a guy has the balls to ask for his autograph while he and "mom" are eating, and regrets to this day that he signed it.
He talks about filming the country breakfast commercial.
Later while training at MFS, some young fighter from TUF who is now training at Miletich has the nerve to come up and talk to him after practice like they're on the same level. Hughes is completely pissed that this nobody thinks he is worthy to talk to him, but because he's a Christian he's decides he must be nice to the kid.
Matt then does a complete 180 and says maybe he was a little judgemental of Randy. A little? Again, what the hell is wrong with this motherfucker.
Chapter 14......Finally
I really am out of town without the book, but the outcry for a conclusion has been so great that I actually went to Borders books last night and read chapter 14 so I could post my synopsis today.
Matt begins this chapter by telling a story about him insulting Joe Riggs......in front of Joe's wife. Apparently a few months after Matt beat Joe, he ran into Joe and his wife somewhere. Joe introduces Matt to his wife, and Matt says, "Hi, I'm Matt, I'm the guy that beat up your husband a few months ago." Matt says everyone laughed, except for Joe and his wife, which led me to wonder who "everyone" was. He also mentions, for some unknown reason, that he had sex with his wife in Pat Miletich's room,the day before his fight with Riggs. It's said almost with the overtones of Matt being a "playboy" or something like that. I guess it's better than being proud of sleeping with someone besides her like he described earlier.
Next he takes time to talk about how he basically owned Brock Lesnar when he came to train with MFS, submitting him with ease. He also talks about not being impressed with Lesnar in several ways. One, he wasn't impressed with his wrestling credentials, because Matt himself was every bit as much an elite wrestler. Two, and even more amazing, he says he was surprised that Lesnar "wasn't that big," only 6'2" or 6'3". This is coming from a guy who's pushing 5'8". That's like Jason Reinhardt being surprised by how many cans Chuck Liddell has fought.
We then move to his fight with Royce Gracie, or as Matt refers to him sarcastically "the ninja." After basically trashing everything the Gracie's, and Royce in particular, have accomplished he then goes on to talk about how he wasn't worried about Gracie at all. He knew he was a myth. He describes their fight, and says he was again surprised by how much better was on the ground than Royce "the ninja". At one point he even says that Royce didn't seem to know what he was doing from the bottom, and wasn't even trying to counter anything Matt was throwing at him. He also intimates the fact that he really wanted to break Royce's arm, but had to settle for a choke.
The chapter finishes up with him and Liddell being at Disney World together with their families, and all but calling Chuck an attention whore. Matt says he tries to steer clear of attention in public, but Chuck makes sure everyone notices who he is.
Another thing I've noticed Matt mentioning repeatedly in the book is that he's red headed. He said it at least 5 times now. My question is, when did that become something people brag about? Every red headed kid I ever knew took shit for their hair. But Matt embraces it.
Something else that is really hard to stomach that keeps surfacing in the book is the fact that Matt loves manual labor. He only agreed to go to Mexico on the missionary trip because they promised him he'd be doing "manual labor." He constantly congratulates himself for his farm bred work ethic saying at one point, "Hey, if there's some sort of work to be done, you know I'll be there."
Chapter 15
Matt starts by describing how he intentionally got an argument going between Matt Serra, and Mark Laimon on TUF. He goes on to talk about while he was there he could tell that George St. Pierre was afraid of him. He says St. Pierre is the last person he'd want on his side in combat or a street fight because it's one thing to be tough in a cage, and another to be tough in a street fight in an alley. Apparently Matt now also fancies himself a street fighter. Someone should remind him that it's one thing to be tough while kicking your dad's ass alone, but a completely different thing to be tough while kicking your dad's ass with your brother.
Next, Matt quotes his wife bitching about something during which she drops 2 F-bombs. Really classy lady imo. Matt then reneges on a promotional appearance he was scheduled for.
Matt's wife then has a C-section, and Matt comments that the doctor had red hair. I still don't know what the deal is with the constant focus on red hair.
Not long after the birth a Mom is again hospitalised when she is feeling sick, and that's when the details get a little sketchy and the story takes a strange turn. Without explaining clearly why, Matt claims to have jumped on top of his wife while she was laying in the hospital bed recovering, and she forcefully pushed him off. He fell backward and hit his head on a table, and was momentarily dazed, almost knocked out. What is it with surgery and sex with this guy?
Chapter 16
Matt begins the final chapter of his illustrious literary work by talking to Pat Miletich about his upcoming rematch with BJ Penn. Matt says he was a little unsure of himself when taking that match. His nerves were calmed, however, when looking across the cage at BJ he noticed, and I quote, "that silver spoon's been putting a lot of food in his mouth, he looks plain fat."
He goes on to describe how he was absolutely dominating the stand-up in that fight. I for one was wondering if he was talking about the same fight I saw. He says that Tito was yelling encouragement to BJ and Mark Hughes told him that he'd better shut up. I'm sure Tito was petrified.
BJ tried a dirty move by poking him in the eye, but that didn't stop Matt's domination of the stand-up. Big John then stopped the fight. And Mark Hughes continues telling Tito that "he's nothing, he's nobody, he's a freaking idiot."
GSP stole Matt's glory by showing no class when he came in the cage and said he was not impressed. Matt responds in true badass street fighter style by telling GSP, "you just showed me who you really are." No, Matt, he'll show you who he really is on two separate occasions in the months to come.
After some redneck bullshit where Rachel Leah got burned twice and some guy almost died on an ATV at Hughes' farm we fast forward to the GSP fight. Matt says GSP only started beating him after kicking him in the balls twice, and that he wasn't even knocked out when Big John stopped the fight. His next fight he destroys Chris Lytle.
Something else in the book that I couldn't bear to write about is Matt's use of "the witchdoctor." He never goes into great detail, but apparently the witchdoctor is a faith healer that hangs around Matt all of the time. The book ends with Matt laughing about GSP losing to Serra, and him being excited enough about fighting Serra to coach TUF again. He then walks outside to breathe that "fresh Hillsboro country air."
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An LA coke dealer/writer describes his trade (I did not write this).

They asked Faulkner what’s the best job for a writer, in order to maintain a flow of day to day money and still have the time for his prose. His answer was to manage a whore house, reason being that the writer would glean material from people coming to get drunk and act bad with loose women. Further, the whore house environment would stimulate the scribe and expose him to new vernacular, resulting in better writing than can be had sitting around in some coffee house.
Well, William, I’m here to tell you that, with my pocket full of white dust in gram baggies, I am my own whore house.
How did a white boy with all his teeth fall so low, you ask? Maybe I’m unemployable, maybe I’m delusional. Maybe this, maybe that. I don’t deal maybes, motherfucker, I deal cocaine. And maybe you will too, if you read this manual. If you hate jobs and bosses. If you speak a little Spanish and carry a little gun. If you have a connection and a safe. If you aren’t a chicken shit.
Because, every night, I am forced, by dint of economic necessity to hobnob with degenerate humanity of all walks: rock stars and teachers, lawyers, doctors, and hairdressers. And sooner or later the kabuki of cocaine forces them all to admit everything. Turns out that the other side of the clock is where the richest lode of material for a writer really lives. My clients, the loquacious losers of the Gack Pack, drawn to me like moths to a blacklite, have told me every story, excuse, and routine jarred loose by truth serum they stick in their faces. So much so that I’ve achieved negative enlightenment.
I do it for us, dear reader. We’re all tired of reading the contrivances of three named bourgeoisie bitches with creative writing degrees from some tweedy east coast college. Everything that comes out of that machine reads the same. Naw, we want the raw uncut ravings of a drunk maniac dictated into motorcycle helmet while splitting lanes in K town with a headful of dust and pocket full of felonies. And that’s just what you’re getting now.
You think I could write this beautiful prose you’re reading sipping a soy latte through a straw? Hell no. To write this good you need a quiet place where you can get high, babble, wack off and scream. If you try to do any of that at cafe or college they will call the cops, I’m here to tell you.
I can confess to these crimes freely, because no one reads anything past the title anymore. But, If you have read this far maybe you want to get gooder at writing. And I’ll tell you what they didn’t tell you at your expensive writing school. It costs even more money to get good enough to compete out here in the casino.
I can afford to write shit like this because my moonlighting job will never go away. I don’t give a fuck about cunty editors bitching about how I’m scaring the away advertisers with bad language and incorrect content and run on sentences. As an outlaw, I’m free of lackey capitalism. I get to tell the truth. Because no matter what any cop, military, or rehab does, the product I distribute is heading to you now in c 147 military transports, 18 wheelers, by mail, mules, through tunnels, in coffins, submarines, launched by trebuchets, stuffed in assholes and, if you know me, on a fast vintage motorcycle.
See how fun crime is? The bonus is, if you get caught, you get to go to jail, where you’ll be in the company of great writers like Voltaire, Thoreau, Cervantes, Dostoevsky, Jack London, Ken Kesey, Malcom X and Hitler. Consider Coleridge stealing zithers for scag or Robert Louis Stevenson robbing stagecoaches to skin pop. I quote this quatrain written by Yeats after robbing a grave to buy more chloroform:
“‘from Ezra Pound on down Evidence is found, eating hash in jail is better than a degree from Brown” Think of O. Henry hanging paper to pay for tincture of horse tranquilizer. Or how Orwell was geeked up in Paris and London. Jack was Kerouacked on so many bennies that he typed a whole crappy book in one sitting. Aldous Huxley sold acid to children. Ayn Rand was a whore. Hemingway a “felo de se.” Satre smoked fry. Phillip K. Dick was so spun out he thought he could write. Stephen King was the “Ayatollah of Crackola” when he wrote his good shit.
You want to know why all these great writers had to commit drugs and do crime, outside of the fact that it’s fun as shit? Because to put black marks on white paper in return for green money paper is as close to alchemy as modern life allows. And alchemy is the type of wizardry which requires the adept to be mounted by the spirit.
A real writer has to win and lose and fear and hate and stay up real late and get arrested in a lime green bra because he’s trying to pick a melted bar twix out of his hair while going seventy-four miles an hour on the wrong side of the road in a snowstorm. That’s a good story. But, unless you’re Native American or forgot to eat dinner, you’ll never drunk enough to act like that without drugs.
If you don’t have enough time, money and drugs to act like a complete degenerate then you can’t hope to compete as a professional noveler or writist. People aren’t going to pay a sane, sober writer to write, mainly because they don’t pay writers anyway, and what kind of fun is sobriety and sanity if you don’t have any money? I wouldn’t read it.
Naw, girl, you got to go the distance, because getting paid for writing is like competing to be an astronaut in the NASA of Judaism. You up against smart people with trust funds. It takes the Right Stuff, which is drugs. For example, I had to take an Adderall, get butt naked, hork up a face full of dust, drink three micheladas and smoke half a joint while playing with a tazer to transcribe the mellifluous prose you run your eyes over now. The clever title required a case of whippets. None of that shit is cheap. Imagine trying to write a book!
It’s impossible for honest writer to afford enough decent drugs to write that good on a writer’s salary. Nope. You are going to have to work, unless you sell drugs. See how that works? And, you got the crime thing out of the way, too. Crime is always interesting to the reading public, plus free drugs. That’s two for one. Let me tell you, If you are going to get into writing for a living, you better get used to looking for bargains.
Because this ain’t Europe, asshole. Over here we eat our young. There’s no safety net. In America the artist is an enemy. If you fail you will be on the street, or worse, back at your parent’s house writing poetry about how you were misunderstood.
If you got a little sand in your pussy about breaking the law then drop to your knees, pray to the lord, and go home to Kansas. But If you seek to rank with the Heroes of Literature, apply the knowledge I’ve accrued as a professional criminal and member of the Writers Guild. Follow this step by step guide to turn America’s drug problem into your writing solution.
MOVE TO A CITY WITH MURDERERS IN IT The more the better. The cops in murder cities are worried about Hillside Stranglers and gang shootings, so they have less time to worry about why you are blaring Slayer at five in the morning with really skinny chicks who have a lot of earrings in weird places.
DO DRUGS I want to clear up some misconceptions about drugs: First off, you can’t abuse a drug, they don’t have feelings, or lawyers.
Don’t listen to anyone trying to make inanimate shit have feelings. That’s called “formification” and though formification can be fun, people who suffer from it are crazy. Like, that time you drank a whole box of fortified wine and saw impossible shit like Jim Morrison on a donkey and the word “ole” written in the sky. That was your brain was trying to tell you stop huffing glue on top of that parking garage in Tijuana.
What’s good about drug induced formication is that you’re not really crazy, you’re just on too many drugs. Which you can quit at any time. Not right now, though. Those dirty little kids with Jim Morrison will cut you with the razor blades they keep in their mouths if they think you’re a cop.
MIX DRUGS No. Wait. Don’t ever mix drugs. You have to pair them. Mellow the shrill shriek of cocaine with the bass of a yellow Vicodin. Pepper in hits of hash so the world sounds like a Big Muff pedal fed through a tin foil microphone. Garnish acid with whippets to achieve that “pissing on the electric fence” feeling.
The trick to not killing yourself on drugs is, depending on time zones, hormones and barometric factors, only one red pill with no more that two or three drinks every one to three hours. And blue pills are for whiskey, unless there’s beer.
Also, it’s good to have downers around because, remember, you are only three missed sleeps away from going insane.
JOBS Fuck that shit. Having a job fucks up your circadian rhythm.
If don’t have to get up in the morning then technically you don’t have a hangover, because you’re asleep. If you don’t have a hangover, then, you’re not an alcoholic. What’s more important? Having a job or not being an alcoholic?
BARTEND The only job worth getting for a prospective drug dealer is bartending because dealing drugs is the same thing as tending bar but without all the dishwashing.
Bartending is also great way to figure who is addicted to what, how often, and how much money they are used to spending on losing their minds. Plus, free drinks!
After a year working in any bar, anywhere, you will meet tons of drug fiends and connections. Consequently, your phone will become a gold mine. Take note of who hates The Man, because they will become your new customers
THE MAN The Man is the guy that comes in and drinks a beer really fast. Talks to some people. Does a little hand to hand. Leaves.
NICKNAME A street name is necessary because you don’t want your mama reading your government name in a deposition.
Introduce yourself to The Man with the nickname you desire. Hopefully, it sticks. Or else they’ll call you by a descriptive name, like if you if you have a fat week when met you will be Gordo, forever, even if you work out three times a day and quit eating gluten. Even if you get manorexia, you will still be called “fat” in their language long after you know what it means because you looked it up on your phone.
NEGOTIATING Okay, this is the part that can get you killed. So, it’s important to get really drunk for it.
The trick is to get in a drinking contest with The Man, shot for shot. In the course of this contest tell him you want to learn Spanish. “Como se dice” or in English “how do you say.”
“Come se dice this is good gack, cabrone?” the Man will tell you “Tu perioco is muy bueno!” Then you say it to him in his language. This will create trust, plus, you’ll get more drugs.
People who work for cartels are like organic farmers with their product, they have pride in it, so be sure to inquire the provenance of the dust. (Ahh! Columbia! Muy Bueno!)
Then teach the Man how to do the “Bjorn Borg” The correct way to perform a “Bjorn Borg” is to do a line of coke, bite a lime, throw the lime in the air, drink the shot of tequila, and then swat the lime into the bar wall, screaming as if you were serving a tennis ball. The Man will love that shit, I guarantee.
That’s when you hit him with “Como se dice how much is an ounce of this fucking gack?” (Cuanto questo un zay para pinche cocaina aqui, deek?)
Pro tip: Never ask for a kilo straight away. You don’t have the infrastructure. To buy a kilo of cocaine is to admit that you have 28 grand laying around, which is not some shit you need to be telling gangsters unless you want to go for a ride in a trunk.
Relax, bitch. Selling drugs isn’t as scary as it was during the hot-blooded Scarface days. Every Paisa knows they will be dissolved in a barrel if they do anything wrong. The corporate structure of cartels have normalized the game so you don’t have to be in a gang or even tote a machine gun because you are the final node in the delivery process.
If you prove to be reliable you’ll live under the rubric of their gang structure, a benefit to you if you end up in jail or if you need someone killed for a thousand bucks.
CUSTOMERS Selling drugs to hipsters, punks and cunts is not as easy as it sounds. No one has ever taught these kids today anything. Not math, not science, not how to not get arrested. The relaxed marijuana laws have further drained all the rigor out of the game.
Kids today, despite whole governments getting hacked, despite every sign that we are being monitored, still think it’s okay to act like a public fiend. You’ll have to get naked and wave pistols at them when they come by your house at five in the morning asking for credit. You’ll have to beat their teeth in when they send you emojis of an eight ball and a skier. You’ll have to fuck their girlfriends when they get too drunk. That’s your job as a drug dealer.
DRESS SQUARE Try to look Christian or cop. Don’t signify.
COPS I learned this “Gay or Christian” rule from growing up in the south and it comes in handy when having to interface with profiling from law enforcement.
One night I was smuggling a hippy, a black person and a couple ounces of gack through West Texas. I got pulled over going 67 mph in a 65 mile an hour zone. The hippy and the black chick freaked out because they were right. We were done.
The cop was a big local yokel with baby blue eyes that he demanded I look into when he said, “now look in my eyes and tell me true, do you have any knives or xanax?” which were the two things I didn’t have. I did have a pistol at my waist and a half an ounce of hash, but he didn’t ask me about that so I looked him the eye and told him true.
Then he asked me when the last time I smoked weed was and I told him right before I went in the army and gave him my fathers unit: 134th Armored Brigade, Third Division, Fort Bragg.
He shined a bright sodium beam light on the hippy and the black chick, looking guilty as hell, staring straight ahead as if they were still driving in a car.
“What about them? Do they have any drugs?” is what the Cop asked, but the subtext was: “What’s a normal looking white man, with all his teeth, doing with these types if it wasn’t drugs?”
So, I laid this on him:
“No sir, we are Christians.” Because that is the only thing that we could have been.
Cops see different races hanging out together and they assume it’s drugs. To a cop there is no other reason to look freaky or misceganate other than drugs. Unless you are gay, Christian, retarded or into theater. Each one of these categories is so strange that a cop is afraid to interface with people who claim any of it.
Gay Christian thespians are no fun for a cop to bust at all. The existence of people who are any one of these is so foreign to big headed Texas cops that he didn’t even want to listen to us cry in the car on the way to jail.
See, to play on the cops fear of faggotry was my only option. This twist was enough to let us go with just a warning. Without the twist, we would have been searched and I would be writing this on toilet paper with a short pencil in a Texas jail.
BAD REPUTATION Self-defense schools spend years training people how to kick people in the balls. I’m going to save you thousands of dollars and a lot of trouble by telling you how to poke eyes.
Eyes are the other balls. Even women have eyes.
When it comes time to perform the eye poke maneuver you got to do it slow and controlled like giving someone a pen. Take the time to not actually poke your finger through their eye into their brain or pull the eye out of it’s socket. You’re just trying to maim them a little. You don’t want to break the membrane of the eye and get vitreous humor in your drink.
The outrageousness of this act will drive the victim and all three of his fat headed friends away from you, gibbering and swearing. This is because you have violated the Geneva convention of dumbfucks, that says “no eye poking” and “boo hoo hoo.” Fuck that loser shit. You on the screet.
Helpful hint: I’ve noticed that opiates can allow me to get to the top level of general no fucks given attitude helpful when stirring around somebody’s front brain.
QUALITY Fuck you pay me.
Never listen to some shithead who got better stuff in Peru, gassing about how it made their face numb. It’s like hippies talking about how acid was better back in the day. Everything was better before you started doing so many drugs and you weren’t so fucking stupid.
SEX Oh! The chicks you’ll get…Sike! Never going to happen. Or not as much as a seventies blacklite poster would have you believe.
People act like cocaine is all sex and rock and roll but it’s really just a laxative. The way to make sure you get laid on cocaine is to run out of the shit early. If a potential partner thinks you have an ounce you’ll be trapped listening to confessions through the bathroom door until dawn.
What you’ll find out pretty fast is that Freud just gacked suckers up and then stood around going “um hum yeah uh huh.” Don’t waste your life listening to people blather. Tell them firmly that you are a predator and all information they give you will be relayed to your overlords in the motorcycle gang.
FOUR O’ CLOCK RULE I learned the four o’clock rule in New York City from one of the kids from Kids. The idea is that upon inhaling an ounce of cocaine, cumulative, after four AM in the course of your life, you will turn gay. Because fuck it. You and your boy are both up and you’ll never get to sleep anyway. Might as well.
I’m not saying don’t do any blow after four in the morning, I’m just saying there a budget of heterosexuality that ends at the ingestion of an ounce of blow after four am, lifetime cumulative. The conversion to homosexuality occurs at the point of the last grain in the hetero ounce.
So, you have to budget your hetero ounce against how long you think you will live and how much you have done. Or just be gay.
LAUNDRY Check your pockets really good on laundry day or you will have to face the fact that you lost six hundred dollars in the wash.
EAT GOOD You need to plan to do some jail time and the best way to do that is to spoil yourself a little. For the memories.
GET SOME Get a safe. And a motorcycle, and some Johnny Walker Blue because why not? Get all the cool shit now because the commissary in county has a severely limited selection of wares.
FRIENDS Fuck a friend. What you need is partner. Someone who understands your crimes.
Becoming an outlaw is a real thing. No one will have sympathy for you except your boy. You’ll need a partner to watch your back, confer and serve your customers when you have to leave town. Your partner will also get the shit out of the safe before your mom does when you die.
RATES Face it man, riding a motorcycle torked out of your mind on an eightball and two yellow Vicodin is skilled labor. Highly skilled. So, thirty dollars is the minimum one can settle for as compensation for the commission of a skilled felony.
You are in a union now, so, no more felonies for fun. Remember every dollar you don’t make undersells the brotherhood of hoods, who are surprisingly sensitive to this matter. Think of it like this: every dollar you don’t make is not going to get thrown at a stripper, ergo, committing crimes for less than thirty bucks is to rob a single mother.
Follow these rules and you too can enjoy the sweet, sweet sanity that I enjoy as a writer with a stable income.
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Ok, here we go!

warn you now, this is long, and it will be impossible to include all the details. will try to TLDR at the bottom and sum it up best I can
Me (26) and my wife (24) have been together for ten years. I used to take a greyhound bus every other weekend to see her (She lived three hours away) and spend time with her. For the most part everything was wonderful. She was always very depressed but when I was there with her seemed like a completely different person. My mom paid for the tickets to go down everytime, which ended up causing alot of friction.
For the most part the first two years, we never even really argued (current wife, and I). Then she moved to Oklahoma with her dad (we lived in Louisiana), and me being a stubborn in love 17 year old, had my dad come down (Also lived in OK), pack me up while my mom was gone, and move up there too. On the plus side, my mom didn't really seem to mind too much. We now lived about an hour apart from each other. We ended up seeing each other less. My dad never really wanted to drive me to see her, and didnt seem interested in taking me to get my license.
We started fighting alot more, and one thing that I still remember is one fight we had because my step mom had one of her female friends over (My step mom is entirely immature so hangs out with people my age or younger) and she is convinced that EVERY female that I talk to, or talks to me is trying to have sex with me. So we get in an argument about it and she just yells out "I would be ok if my boyfriend weren't a manwhore!" at this point in my life, She is the ONLY person I've had sex with, even talked about having sex with (not because of religion or anything like that. Just never was interested with anyone else) so clearly this pretty much broke my heart.
Fast forward, I join the National Guard before I graduate High School that year. she seems real supportive and happy for me. We go down to visit her family in Louisiana for the summer, so I go with her before I leave. A perfect summer. I dont have any other way to describe it. great sex, great times, and just alot of fun. I leave, everyone's upset. She moves back in with her mom. We send letters back and forth, talk on the phone usually for an hour every sunday. My dad goes down to pick her up so she can be there at my Basic Training graduation. All of this is damn near perfect.
Get to AIT. (Job training basically) we have alot more free time than we used to, but I spend it all on the phone or computer with her. Hardly leave my room at all because she seems upset with me if I don't. Her depression seems to be getting worse and she starts cutting again (Bad habit she stopped doing when we got together) and I confide in her some male on male encounters I've had previously in my life (Not all were exactly consensual) and she seems to not only like it, but accept it. Which was a giant relief for me because I had been terrified to tell her for so long. (This is going to play a huge part later)
Then her and her friend get a great idea to make a fake account on a website we use to talk to each other (Pretty much just a geeky forum site) and start sending me messages out the blue. Straight to trying to pretty much sext me through these messages. to which I just ignore at first. I keep getting mesages for maybe an upwards of two hours, along with my wife texting me getting me extremely worked up sexually. Finally my better sense gives in to my dick and I start talking sexy back to the fake account. As soon as I do I get a call from her crying saying her and her friend set that up to try to get me to cheat.
honestly I was devastated. Both in my lack of control and discipline, and her lack of trust and her willingness to try to manipulate me like that. I had devoted the past three years of my life to her and she felt the need to do something like that. Looking back I know we should have called it quits then and there, but we didn't. I actually bought a ring and proposed to her over our Christmas break, and everything seemed to go back to normal.the cheating was hardly ever brought up again, and we both seemed to be able to move past it. I never told anyone about all this because I knew where it would go.
I graduate AIT, my dad moved out of Oklahoma, so I had nowhere to go, so they had to drive up two days late and pick me up, and take me down to Baton Rouge. I was enrolled in college in Oklahoma State, and was just waiting for the semester to start. Got my license, bought my first truck with my sign on bonus, would spend a couple weeks every now and then at my wife's mom and stepdads house. Still everything going great again. we start talking about the future, kids, etc. She's still in school and is having some trouble with alot of things guys (My wife is absolutely beautiful. so guys trying to pick up on her was an hourly thing), schoolwork, problems at home (Mom is an on and of druggy, her stepdad was an abusive corrupt lawyer) so she was just waiting for the summer to move back to OK with her dad.
we move back, still going great. I go to AT (Two week training deal in the summer) and we go up to Minessota for it. Real nice btw, not sure what part we were in but it was right off the lake, and it was beautiful! About a week in, we have a civilian day, pretty much everybody wears regular clothes and gets drunk off their ass. I don't drink. AT ALL by now. Partly because i'm underage, partly because of my dads issues with drinking (HUGE alcoholic and always gets loud and angry) so I've stayed away from it. The guys convince me to just let loose, and I get..... real bad drunk. I end up texting her mom talking about how great she looks and that I would love to have sex with her and just.... it was a mess. I didn't even remember it until I woke up the next day and seen the texts still in my phone. I apologized to her and just tried my best to ignore it and not drink anymore while I'm there.
Few days later I get a picture from a number I don't know (area code is where my wifes family is from) I couldnt really tell what the picture was, just looked like skin, so I just kinda text back saying "Sorry, think you got the wrong number?" I get a text back, it's my wifes step sister, whom I have never talked to a day in my life, even when were around each other. She tells me she got my number from Ashtons phone and wanted to talk to me because she always thought I was sexy (Big red flag in my mind right there) I am not a particularly attractive or unnatractive person in my opinion. I don't remember the exact conversation (This was 6 years ago) bit it followed the lines of me telling her we don't really have a reason to talk and her going on and on about what she wants me to do her.
By now I know something is off. No one who you've never talked to is going to try so hard to keep talking to you like this when you show NO interest whatsoever. In my mind I start to think this is Ashtons doing. So I decide to be a smart ass, and play along. Sure enough, first text I send back, Ashton calls crying. miraculously she found out just SECONDS after I send it, kinda like she was sitting RIGHT there. she denies it, tells me how much of a piece of shit I am, and that she knows about the texts I sent to her mom. Proceeds to tell me it's over, which I'm kind of ok with at this point. Her steps sister texts me saying she's sorry and that Ashton was the one that put her up to it. so just confirmed my suspicions anyway.
Lo and Behold, a few days later, we get back together. Our sex life takes a..... strange? Wrong maybe, turn. She starts talking about how she sometimes thinks of just giant orgies and people just taking turns with her. I'm not comfortable but I dont want to hurt her or upset her so I play along. college starts, I get put on a floor with a bunch of other nerds (I may not have mentioned it but I am nerd to the extreme) so It's nice to be around people like me. I have all this planned out and actually get active, playing racquetball, going to the gym, being social with people for once. Driving to visit Ashton usually every other weekend when I could afford it out of my drill check or if someone sent me money. Get a hotel room, go out, stuff like that. Was still pretty nice. One weekend we go to the fair with her dad and step mom, things have been up and down lately. All she talks about is all her male friends and is always busy with JROTC. I'm honestly uncomfortable with the male friends, just one that she talks about a bit too much but don't say anything, and I encourage her about her JROTC. The fair was great though, we had alot of fun, and it was a good weekend.
I wake up that wednsday after, to her dumping me. Out the blue, a three page text, saying it's all the stuff that happened at AT over a year ago, that was never even brought up. I'm devastated at this point. I thought things were fine and we were still going to get married. I slip into a giant depression, stop going to class, hanging out with people, eating, all I do is sleep pretty much. I think about killing myself (Stupid me) but it doesnt go past self harm. Despite all this, I still go see her, we still have sex ALOT, and it's like were together.
I then find out, 15 minutes after she dumped me, her and the guy I was always hearing about were together. I confront her and it becomes a "Oh it was a spur of the moment kind of thing" yeah bullshit. This is a couple weeks after, so the whole time we've been doing this "quasi-together" thing she's been doing it all with someone else too. I become just.. lose it. I start flirting with an old girlfriend, flirting with a guy I know, the self harm gets worse. I think I literally lost my mind for a while. On top of it all, deployment orders to Afghanistan. so it was not a good time for me. She is still texting me, messaging me, about how much she loves me, wants me, needs to feel me, etc.
Me and my old girlfriend are still talking, and we mess around once, before I leave to do my deployment training. Me and Ashton are still in contact, mostly me being angry that she's still trying to pull me around and use me as a crutch, while she does exactly that and tells me it's not like that. a few weeks before I actually go overseas, she says she broke up with the guy and wants us to be back together. Save the "you dumb-ass" remarks, I say yes. Now I don't stop talking to the ex girlfriend right away though..... I did eventually.... but not when I should have. I do cut complete contact with her as soon as we stop. our deployment gets changed to Kuwait two weeks before we leave.
We get there in July, I buy a laptop, some (shitty) internet, and we talk as much as we can with a nine hour time difference and her still in School. She has moved to Missouri now, to live with her grandparents (In ase you can't tell, we move ALOT) I go on my leave in December, we drive to Hot Springs, and get married. It was a great honeymoon, and as perfect as I could ask for. We get our first tattoos, eat expensive food, take alot of pictures, have alot of sex, etc, etc. (I keep mentioning alot of sex, believe me, it ties in later) I go back to finish the last four months and we're both heartbroken.
well lo and behold, she gets on her sister facebook one day and sees messages between me and her from god knows when, and takes, and posts them straight to facebook. No talking to me about it first or anything. Well, ex girlfriend sees them, and tells her we had a thing going to. Everything goes to shit, and it looks like it's all over. She eventually calms down and says she would like to stay married and works things out. We agree to that, and I delete every non family member female from my facebook to make her more comfortable. She has my password to it, and my email address, everything. I know I broke her trust and had to make up for it.
Deployment ends, I come back. I ordered alot of stuff while I was deployed so I stay in Louisiana for a week to catch up with family there and get all my stuff together I bought, go to Oklahoma to visit my dad and he tells me an Uncle who lives there is having heart surgery. He's gonna go visit and the family wanted to see me too. They hadn't seen me since I was maybe ten or younger so I agree. My wife throws a fit. She can't understand why I would stay for family I don't really know, and it's just a fight from hell about it. I stay anyway, catch up with them, and leave once the surgery is done and everything is ok. I pack up all my stuff (Fits in the back of a GMC sonoma) and head to Missouri to move there.
Get there, living with her grandparents, on unemployment until I find a job, she's going to school. Things feel normal, again, alot of sex, constantly. Can't find a job there, so my dad offers a job working with him in Arkansas, I initially say no, but the more I think about it, and longer no job shows up, I think more on it. Talk it over with my wifes grandpa. She doesnt want to go, cant stand my dad or stepmom, which is understandable. I love my dad, but my step mom is a miserable, abusive, pot head. but her grandpa says that if it needs to be done, it needs to be done. Well they kick her out..... yeah. So we move to her other grandparents in Oklahoma. I get a job as a shift leader, with a fast track to assistant manager, at a little ice cream place there. We find out my wife is pregnant with our first son, besides the living arrangments for now, everything is looking great.
The place I worked at, let you charge things to your check (Fruit, ice cream, veggies, etc) so usually I would bring my wife some pears, apples, ice cream, whatever she was craving when I left at night. one night I was in a hurry, and just thought to myself "No one will notice if I just grab some pears, and ice cream out the door". Well I was wrong, came in the next day, worked a couple hours, pulled to the side, and fired. It was extremely upsetting, because I knew I failed myself, her, and my unborn child. I cried for.... damn near all day. Got back on unemployment, but didn't find another job, so moved down with my dad to work at this "promised" job.
Was much less promising than thought. Instead of an actual job, I got paid to help clean up the shop he worked in, and do little things until it was all done. Couldn't work more than 40 hours, lived in a garage at my dad with my wife, though it was pretty comfortable. my friend got me hired on in my hometown selling vehicle parts. less money, but it was steady.
Moved in with my grandma, worked there, had our first child. a boy we named Danny Christopher Scott (after my grandpa, and her dad). She started visiting her family alot. I had to drive to Oklahoma every month for my drill for the Guard (Six hours there, six back) so she would stay with her family there until I came back up, so the first seven months of my sons life I didn't get to spend alot of time with him. When they were at my grandmas house, I did all the work for Danny. bathed, fed, changed diapers, put to sleep, got up with at night, etc. just to be at work at 7 in the morning everyday. I hate to say it, but this made me extremely resentful, even now it does. All she did was sleep, and leave when she could.
My grandmother told me that we couldn't stay at her house much longer and that we needed to get our own place (Understandable. I was a grown man with a family and a job) and it started to stress me out even more. One day in walmart I was walking past a bunch of house stuff.... and I don't know why, but decided to try to steal a bunch of it for when we got a house of our own. It was extremely stupid and I haven't stolen anything since college. They got me on the way out the store, I had to pay 100 dollars to bail myself out, and since it was a little town, everyone knew as soon as it happened. Went to work monday, got let go because of things missing from the store which fell on me. I didn't take anything from the store, and I found it later it was my coworker doing some real shady stuff, but it happened and I was let go.
more problems for me and my wife, always arguing whether she was there or not. my dad had another job lined up in Baton Rouge, so we moved down there. This one actually worked and I got hired on doing chemical trailer repair for 13 an hour, working at least 60 hours a week. It was a godsend. We stayed in some shitty run down trailer park for 400 a month, all bills paid.My truck had broke down a while ago, so I rode to work with my dad who lived a few trailers down. Despite the roof leaking, the AC not working hardly, and wasps, it was the best thing ever. I had my family and we were making it. After a few months and getting a vehicle figured out, we decide to look for apartments. We found one that my wife had her heart set on. It was a bit pricey for my liking, 700 a month for a two bedroom. So I tried to convince her we just needed a one bedroom, which was 550. It was only me her, and our son, so I figured one bedroom would still be plenty. He wasnt even a year old yet, but she wouldn't have it. Had to be the two bedroom, so being the beta male that I have come to learn I was, I folded and we signed the lease. We had found out she was pregnant again.
I was still doing almost everything for our son, though he was crawling and playing by himself more. When she got pregnant again it got worse. I had to do dishes, laundry, clean, take care of Danny, and work. It was overwhelming honestly, yet again, I began to feel the resent coming back that I had managed to overlook for so long. we began to fight alot more often again. My ankle started giving me problems (Have had a bad ankle from club foot surgery as a baby but never really bothered me until now) I think mostly from walking on concrete in bad shoes all day, so I started missing alot of work for it. We were already barely affording food, the apartment, and bills, so that just put me entirely behind. I had to ask my dad for alot of money, help him on side jobs, but it still wasnt enough.
Our rent bill got to be 1200 dollars one month due to late fees, eviction costs, etc,so I had the choice to either pay it all, or use that money to move and start a new job. We talked it over, and decided to move instead. We moved back to my hometown and I drove an hour to work every morning and back, doing the same thing. Their trailers were a little different and i had trouble adjusting to everything right away. So the guy training me proceeded to insult on me pretty much a daily basis to where I dreaded even having to go to work now. Eventually I was fired because he told them i had no clue what I was doing. We were living in my uncles trailer with my friend at the time. Got on unemployment, my wife found a job at the nursing home in town (Got her GED and CNA license while in Baton Rouge) so we had a decent income with us two combined.
we had our second child for around six months at this time. Like the first, I did everything, but now for two kids. My family seen it, her family seen it, my friend seen it. I think resentment is too kind of a word for how I felt now. My wife acted helpless and powerless to do anything outside of work. I drove her to work at 1:30 in the evening, and went with the kids to pick her up at 10 at night. sometimes we would sit for an hour waiting. She started acting different. Keeping her phone close AT ALL times, which she never really did, she used to lose it quite often. she always had her head buried in it, and started hanging out with people who have a pretty bad reputation around town. Finally one day when she wasnt around her phone, I looked.
She had texts to a guy she worked with (Dated my cousin for ten years) doing nothing but bitching about me, about being the only one to work, and asking him if he "Liked her butt in those pants" I lost it. I had been taking care of our kids alone, doing everything, so she could go to work and flirt and fuck around with some fat fuck (I know I'm not innocent by any means of flirting. Neither of us were at this point. After we got married I did straighten up and never even entertained a female AT ALL) She told me it wasn't like that at all and that a coworker told her they caught him looking. I still told her it was innaproptiate even if it didnt mean anything flirtatious.
She pretty much told me I was being stupid, and just paranoid, and continued to talk to the guy. We got cut a GREAT deal on a house from a close family friend. a rent to own deal, 2 acres in town, 3 bed, one bath house, for 15000, 300 a month. Its older, but you cant beat that deal if you try. We jumped on it, moved in, she got her own license because I got a job at the boat plant in town. I worked 6-2:45, she 2-10 so it was stresfull with one vehicle making that work and we never spent anytime together due to her weird days off schedule, and what few days we did get to spend together, she spent sleeping constantly, or being short with me and the kids.
She had also signed up for the Guard herself and was due to leave for Basic training in 4 months. We talked about it, she made more than me, we didn't get any time, and we could make it on what she made. so we decided for me to quit and stay home with the kids while she worked like it used to be so we get time before she leaves. She ended up working more and more, and spending time out when she was done working. Yet again, she started talking about another guy she had met through someone at work, and it was always "Yeah, he brought me some food, so you dont have tonight" "he let me use his jacket because it got too cold" etc, etc. the usual giant red flags you see and hear. I ignored them for as long as I could and tried to trust her.
One night she stayed at her friends house, they were supposed to go out to the casinos in town, but ended up canceling to stay at her place and drink. She was sending me pictures of her being all dressed up in sexy dresses her friend had. then told me that the guy was there. She was supposed to be home around 1:30. She quit texting around 12, and dissapeared until 3:30. I stayed up all night worried, the kids were being restless and difficult. She finally came in drunk as hell, and ended up having sex with me, and it all just felt..... off.
Couple nights later, she is glued to her phone, even worse. So she goes to take a shower, I grab it and look. Text from the guy "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave a mark on you" her reply "It's fine, I don't regret it all" I confront her. I get fed some bullshit "It was just a kiss, and he kissed along my neck, I was drunk, I'm so sorry" I don't believe it of course for a second, but I let it go because somehow despite everything I love her and thought she loved me. Over the summer her other sister comes to stay with us for a month. I get a little drunk and don't really make a move on her or anything, but we just talk about games, and stuff like that, and I just tell her she grew up to be pretty cool, and (jokingly) tell her if me and Ashton don't work out, I'm gonna get with her. She's 17, so it was a complete joke, inappropriate yes, but not serious.
So my wife gets on my computer, snoops through Facebook, sees the messages, and immediartely tells me I'm trying to fuck her little sister. Proceeds to insult me, push on me, tells me to get the fuck out, etc. So I pack my stuff up and leave to let her calm down. Come back later, and we make up and try to get along.
She leaves for Basic, and everything I had seen her telling guys just hang over me. I stay in the house constantly because the vehicle has crapped out on us. I take care of the boys alone constantly, and only get letters from her once every two weeks. I'm having a tough time, but I'm hanging in there so far. She graduates Basic, and due to a big fiasco, we cant make it there for it. She goes to AIT.
She prettu much starts to just ignore me. She is always posting thing son facebook with friends, (Mostly guys) and never anything about our kids, doesn't attempt to try to video chat us, and barely has time to call. Her family starts to talk to me about it, I don't really know what to tell them. Her and one of her girl friends have a little thing go on, and I'm fine with it honestly. I know she's sexually frustrated, she sends me videos, win win right?
She ends up getting caught at a hotel with a big group of people that she was "drug along to" and gets in a lot of trouble (thats where people go to have sex) and they give her an article 15 (something you REALLY dont want on your record) but remove when they talk to her about it and think she needs therapy. So she ends up not coming home when she is supposed to. She has been gone 8 months at this point.
One night she is crying to me, upset, and I'm telling her it's ok. She keeps saying I dont understand and that she's so sorry. I just keep asking what. She admits to having sex with Chance (Fat fuck at work) guy that was at the friends house (Knew that one deep down anyway) and messing around with a guy that eventually tried to force himself onto her in Arizona (where her AIT is) I break down crying because even when you know the truth, having it spoken still hurts alot worse.
I still try to push through. she's going to her therapy there, I keep trying to supress the anger, and hurt, and tears. Finally it breaks one day and I say i want a divorce. She tries to talk me out of it, I ignore her for two weeks. Only talking to her about the kids, or finances. After two weeks, I get ahold of myself and try to talk to her. She thinks I've found someone, which I haven't. She says she hasn't either, but then 30 minutes later tells me she's with someone.
So clearly she lied, I found out she's been talking to this guy for months now. I think at this point I begin to hate her. All the time she told me she was so sorry and never meant to hurt me, and just wanted us to be ok, she was STILL talking to other people. I start talking to someone on facebook who I find I like quite a bit. I don't attempt to make a relationship though. She's going through a divorce and is clearly hung up on her ex, just as I am. Recipe for distater.
Ashton finds out and just loses her shit. I begin to realize she doesn't want me, but doesnt want anyone else to have me. Begins to tell me that I sexually abused her (Our sex life was..... wilder than average, but she would tell me she LOVES it) that I was emotionally abusive, I admit to that now, after reading more. I feel she played a big part in it too though, but I'm to blame also. She also claims I physically abused her (I have never laid a hand on her. I watched my mother be beat for years previously and I would never put my hands on a woman in anger) and then proceeds to tell me I took advantage of her by not working, which we both agreed to happen, and that she is the only one who supported our family. which to an extent she's a right, when I quit the last time, no unemployment since I quit.
She still continues to tell me she loves me and is heartbroken over us divorcing. the usual stuff she did when she left years ago. it goes back and forth like this for months. She finally gets released and comes back. she has nowhere to stay, so she stays at the house. I try to stay out of her way, because any kind of interaction leads to fighting.
We try therapy a couple sessions, and I finally tell her she has to pick me or Justin (the other guy) because she is in between and its not right or working. She picks Justin, just to have him tell her its not going to work (He's in Kentucky) and that distance wouldn't work. So she of course goes "Heartbroken" after six months of on and off with this guy three times already.
After telling me we could never work anyway, she begins to "magically" think we can, at this point I really don't want to. I've gotten used to being a single parent and I'm realizing how much of a train wreck she is, but she seems upset that I don't want to. So I agree, at this point she has told me "I will never feel comfortable around you, cuddling, being touched, sex, or anything" yet the first night we have sex again, its the way it always has been. Dirty, hard, etc. All the ways I "sexually abused" her before that she didn't want but is begging for again.
We resume normal sex, maybe every other night. Then I find out she is STILL entertaining guys over facebook. So I call it quits, kick her our eventually because it's not working for either of us like this. She gets an apartment in town, her friend lets her use her vehicle. She's going to "get her life straight and prove me wrong" that was over a year ago.
We have tried again, she moved back in, sex was non existant almost (3 times in six months, two of which were the same day) She stayed up late at night and would ignore me to play xbox with her male friends. Her friends she work with pretty much insult me every chance they get, insult her for being with me. so I call it quits yet again because to me it seemed she had no real interest in earning my trust again, or actually trying.
We get in a huge fight one night. She is now throwing things at me, books, dvd cases, etc. following me around the house pushing me, hitting me on the chest and back. She goes to my bookshelf and attempts to flip it over. at this point I wrap my arms around her. Just to hopefully make her stop. She goes nuts and starts throwing herself around so I tighten up to keep her from hitting the bookshelf. She then calls the cops on me! I go outside to wait for them, in my mind I have done NOTHING wrong except try to stop her from destroying anymore of my property. They show up, I tell them the truth. exactly what I just typed. I'm assuming she doesn't, because the cops proceed to tell me, the first person to "Place hands on their spouse" is the guilty party, and that I'm now looking at felony domestic battery. Kids are asleep in the bed, they have no clue anything is happening.
The van for the correctional center is nowhere near town, so that's the only thing that stopped me from going. I again, told her she "needed to get the fuck out of my house" she cries, tells me she "doesnt mean or want to be this way" I still make her leave. She spends everyday telling me how sorry she is, blah blah blah.
After around two months she tells me she has been thinking about dating again. I tell her thats great and I hope she finds someone who can take care of her. She thanks me, and says she hopes too and that she thinks she found someone. I'm happy for her. Despite everything she's the mother of my children. For at least our childrens sake I want her to have a succesful life.
My curiosity gets the best of me, because I think I know who she's talking about (guy she played xbox with everynight) so I just facebook him. Turns out they had been together over a month now. In this month she has kissed me, flirted with me, told me she still loves me, etc. So now again, I am pissed, say some very choice words to her. The usual, betrayed reaction. Our counselor made us PROMISE that if we got involved with someone, tell the other so there's nothing like THIS situation later. Yet again, I was lied to. I gave up for a while. She would text me about how depressed she was, how the relationship isn't going the way she'd like, that she wants to be with me but is scared.
Three weeks ago, we agreed to try again. She has already gone through my phone to look at facebook messages while telling me she was wanting to "Pick a song on my phone" By now.... I am drinking whiskey on a regular basis. smoke pot maybe, once every two weeks, I can tell I'm losing control of my life. In two years, she has kept our children two weeks, one week was WITH her boyfriend who she had been with for two months. But I agree. She had a friend die from her unit monday night, and she didn't want to be alone last night. So she packed a bag, and xbox and came over. I got..... drunk last night. 11 beers in an hour drunk, and I was worried her friend might have been more than a friend and just asked. she exploded on me. Which led to a fight, me punching the wall (Pretty sure my thumb is broke right now) and her going home. She is now saying she is done completely, and if she is then I am too.
I moved EVERY year of my life, different schools with each move almost. I don't have friends really. I don't understand basic human things like mourning. It sounds stupid but I feel so far removed from people that I just couldn't comprehend her being upset over someone dying. I feel stupid for asking and knew I should have stayed shut up. I tried explaining that but she just turned it into me thinking she's a whore, and I haven't told her, but that's all she has shown to me in the past three years.
I know it wasn't right for me to ask that, and I'm addressing my drinking. this broken thumb is kind of a big wake up call to me. I'm just a wreck and I have no support from family, or my few "friends" i've managed to keep. I just feel like I'm losing my mind. She blamed everyone for everything that's ever happened to me and it's all fallen on me. It has sucked my will to live or anything. I don't know what to do right now.
I am currently enrolled in a community college for Healthcare management, trying to get an actual career instead of the jobs I've been working. I'm done drinking, and smoking, and trying to be more active with my boys.
TLDR: me and my wife/ex wife have made a complete mess of our lives and relationship. Have two kids I have always, and still do everything for. Began covering up my problems with alcohol, realize that it was making more problems for me. She blames me for EVERYTHING that has gone wrong in her life. I really do want to be free but I still love her. How can I let go of this abusive, toxic person, and get my life where it needs to be?
If you read ALL of that, then Kudos. I will take any advice, just keep it constructive please. I'm well aware of how much of a push over i've been and how alot of this does fall on my shoulders. Whether it was by my sheer imcompetence as a man, husband, and person in general, or things I knew better than anyway. so save that part of the speech please. Thanks guys, and probably some gals!
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