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smirkehsims:

Rolling over on the hard coils of my jail cell bed I open my eyes, once again being greeted with the rough grey concrete above my head. A sight I had grown accustomed to over the course of five years. A sight that I really wish I didn’t have to wake up to every morning either. The years have dragged on and I’m left with what little friends I have here along with my memories. It was those memories that haunted my dreams shifting them to ever living nightmares of the vivid painted light of what I’ve always hated. It’s something that can’t be easily forgotten when it was something you lived through each day you woke up. Being greeted with angry faces, yelling…hitting. It’s a story that really I don’t like to think about, my past. It’s hard, and alone I am the man I am today because of that. The things I’ve done….the things I’ve been pinned for. All I say that is if you think you can’t stomach the thought alone of violence then maybe my story isn’t something you should read for it isn’t really for the faint of heart.

I hate you….I despise you…..I wish you would die….why were you even born? I never understood when I was growing up just what was wrong with my parents. It began from the very moment that I could remember, the moment they raised their hand and the shock that had skidded across my face. How dare they hit me? That’s what I had thought at first, then I was brainwashed by their words thinking it was my fault that I still drew in the dead still air of life into my lungs. The older I got the more bruises I had received the more people would ignore them. Our neighbors even stopped asking when they heard the yelling if things were alright. My parents of course said it was even if it wasn’t. It never was. When was it? When social workers were called, they pretended, they lied you name it and for a moment I thought…hey maybe they are changing. Of course the instant they left was the instant they went back to the way they were.

I had had enough when I was old enough to know better. Twelve years old I snuck out at night….twelve I was on my own and seeking out fainted lies of a different story. Some people didn’t even look at the child on the street with the only friend that I had in the world. It was a dog, a Dalmatian to be exact, which had found me just as much as I had found it that very night.  You know, I never knew just how alone I had been until that very moment either. I found it mucking around the streets begging for scraps much like I had been doing for weeks at that very moment as well. It was something, someone rather in some sense of the word that I had formed a bond with. It was the only actual able bond that I remember making in my scarred up life.

Now as I sit here I can’t help but how many times I had told myself that I would never be like them, that I would never end up behind bars…yet here I am. Sitting here…wondering where it was that I really went wrong. The faded life, the skeletons I still hid away from those in uniform. If only they truly knew what I had done. I had ended up like them more then I had imagined. It was something I knew that I had to change, but really did the apple far that from the tree and could I really change from being the man that I was? 

Reblogging so that I’ll remember to read later.

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tumblinrob:

Disclaimer  *Please do not read if you believe in Santa Claus!*
Dear Santa,How are you? How is Mrs. Claus? I hope everyone, from the reindeer to the elves, is fine. I have been a very good boy this year. I would like an X-Box 360 with Call of Duty IV and an iPhone 4 for Christmas. I hope you remember that come Christmas Day.Merry Christmas,Tim Jones
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Dear Timmy,
Thank you for your letter. Mrs. Claus, the reindeer and the elves are all fine and thank you for asking about them. Santa is a little worried all the time you spend playing video games and texting. Santa wouldn’t want you to get fat. Since you have indeed been a good boy, I think I’ll bring you something you can go outside and play with.*Merry Christmas,Santa Claus
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 Mr. Claus,Seeing that I have fulfilled the “naughty vs. Nice” contract, set by you I might add, I feel confident that you can see your way clear to granting me what I have asked for. I certainly wouldn’t want to turn this joyous season into one of litigation. Also, don’t you think that a jibe at my weight coming from an overweight man who goes out once a year is a bit trite?Respectfully,Tim Jones
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Mr. Jones,While I have acknowledged you have met the “nice” criteria, need I remind you that your Christmas list is a request and in no way is it a guarantee of services provided. Should you wish to pursue legal action, well that is your right. Please know, however, that my attorneys have been on retainer ever since the Burgermeister Meisterburger incident and will be more than happy to take you on in open court. Additionally, the exercise I alluded to will not only improve your health, but also improve your social skills and potentially help clear up a complexion that looks like the bottom of the Burger King fry bin most days.Very Truly Yours,S Claus
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Now look here Fat Man,I told you what I want and I expect you to bring it. I was attempting to be polite about this but you brought my looks and my friends into this. Now you just be disrespecting me. I’m about to tweet my boys and we’re gonna be waiting for your fat ass and I’m taking my game console, my game, my phone, and whatever else I want. WHAT EVER I WANT, MAN!T-Bone
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Listen Pizza Face,Seriously??? You think a dude that breaks into every house in the world on one night and never gets caught sweats a skinny G-banger wannabe? “He sees you when you’re sleeping; He knows when you’re awake”. Sound familiar, genius? You know what kind of resources I have at my disposal. I got your shit wired, Jack. I go all around the world and see ways to hurt people that if I described them right now; you’d throw up your Totino’s pizza roll all over the carpet of your mom’s basement. You’re not getting what you asked for, but I’m still stopping by your crib to stomp a mud hole in you’re ass and then walk it dry. Chew on that, Petunia.S Clizzy
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Dear Santa,Bring me whatever you see fit. I’ll appreciate anything.Timmy
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Timmy,That’s what I thought you little bastard.Santa

Too funny.

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Disclaimer  *Please do not read if you believe in Santa Claus!*

Dear Santa,
How are you? How is Mrs. Claus? I hope everyone, from the reindeer to the elves, is fine. I have been a very good boy this year. I would like an X-Box 360 with Call of Duty IV and an iPhone 4 for Christmas. I hope you remember that come Christmas Day.
Merry Christmas,
Tim Jones

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Dear Timmy,

Thank you for your letter. Mrs. Claus, the reindeer and the elves are all fine and thank you for asking about them. Santa is a little worried all the time you spend playing video games and texting. Santa wouldn’t want you to get fat. Since you have indeed been a good boy, I think I’ll bring you something you can go outside and play with.*
Merry Christmas,
Santa Claus

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 Mr. Claus,
Seeing that I have fulfilled the “naughty vs. Nice” contract, set by you I might add, I feel confident that you can see your way clear to granting me what I have asked for. I certainly wouldn’t want to turn this joyous season into one of litigation. Also, don’t you think that a jibe at my weight coming from an overweight man who goes out once a year is a bit trite?
Respectfully,
Tim Jones

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Mr. Jones,
While I have acknowledged you have met the “nice” criteria, need I remind you that your Christmas list is a request and in no way is it a guarantee of services provided. Should you wish to pursue legal action, well that is your right. Please know, however, that my attorneys have been on retainer ever since the Burgermeister Meisterburger incident and will be more than happy to take you on in open court. Additionally, the exercise I alluded to will not only improve your health, but also improve your social skills and potentially help clear up a complexion that looks like the bottom of the Burger King fry bin most days.
Very Truly Yours,
S Claus

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Now look here Fat Man,
I told you what I want and I expect you to bring it. I was attempting to be polite about this but you brought my looks and my friends into this. Now you just be disrespecting me. I’m about to tweet my boys and we’re gonna be waiting for your fat ass and I’m taking my game console, my game, my phone, and whatever else I want. WHAT EVER I WANT, MAN!
T-Bone

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Listen Pizza Face,
Seriously??? You think a dude that breaks into every house in the world on one night and never gets caught sweats a skinny G-banger wannabe? “He sees you when you’re sleeping; He knows when you’re awake”. Sound familiar, genius? You know what kind of resources I have at my disposal. I got your shit wired, Jack. I go all around the world and see ways to hurt people that if I described them right now; you’d throw up your Totino’s pizza roll all over the carpet of your mom’s basement. You’re not getting what you asked for, but I’m still stopping by your crib to stomp a mud hole in you’re ass and then walk it dry. Chew on that, Petunia.
S Clizzy

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Dear Santa,
Bring me whatever you see fit. I’ll appreciate anything.
Timmy

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Timmy,
That’s what I thought you little bastard.
Santa

Too funny.

humansofnewyork

The Chess Hustler

humansofnewyork:

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I’ve avoided writing a story on the Washington Square chess hustlers because they are almost too obvious. Many of them are homeless, or borderline homeless. But they are the smartest homeless people in the world. A lot of them are drug addicts. They are all eccentric. When you walk by the chessboards, they call out to you, trying to convince you to “take a shot.” The starting wager is $2 a game. I’ve never played. But I imagine, like all hustlers, they let you win the $2 game. They probably even let you win the next $2 game. Then, reluctantly, they allow you to raise the wager to $20. That’s when they beat you in 90 seconds.

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Intense

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creatingsims:

Hello?

Is this V? I’m Dr. Pathens from Sunset Valley Hospital. I’m calling about Alaina Barton.

What, What happened? 

Alaina got into a car accident a few days ago and she was out until just about 2 hours ago. You were listed as her emergency contact but when I asked her about you she didn’t seem to know who you were. She may be suffering from a small cause of amnesia but we aren’t sure how long it will last. 

….

Are you still there? If it’s possible we’d like you to pick her up. Maybe being in a familiar place will help trigger something for her memory.

I’ll be right there.

My reaction 😱😳😄