Bimql chhetry.

I spent 5 years in prison for assault. Overall it wasn't that bad, you keep your head down and do the occasional favor like buying chips for your group and all is good. Of course there's the occasional new blood that comes in looking to start a fight for some respect or the rival gang that has one of its members disrespected looking to get even, fighting would happen at least once a week. I'd fight too for cigarettes and gym rights but when I look back on it now I regret it. Not to mention the after effects that came with it, once you start fighting in there everybody wants a shot at you to earn some respect. From what I saw thought nobody could go the distance, the second a guy started fighting he'd get picked apart by the other tough guys until he couldn't fight no more and got beat up. It was a gauntlet that nobody (myself included) could survive. You win some you lose some that's how life went in our yard... Then Tom Arrived, and everything changed. Tom sho...

I work as a stalker. Believe me or don't. And no, I don't call myself that because it sounds dramatic. It's simply the most accurate description of what I do. When I tell people about it, one of two things usually happens. Some laugh because they think I'm joking. Others start asking questions I have no intention of answering. Almost everyone imagines the same thing - some guy in a hoodie standing outside his ex-girlfriend's window at night, taking pictures on his phone and sending hundreds of messages. Reality is much more boring than that. That's exactly why it works. If the person you're watching knows you exist, you've already done something wrong. No chases. No men in black suits. No tinted cars sitting across from the same apartment building for a week. Most of the time, nothing happens at all. You just slowly learn somebody else's life. At first it seems chaotic. Then you start noticing repetition. Everyone has it. One person buys coffee from...

so I have been with my partner going on three years. in the beginning it was all fun and dandy, you know, the “honeymoon phase” of course we had sex often originally and then it slowed down dramatically during the first half of the first year. I didn’t understand why? And it concerned me only because she teases me SO MUCH and finds it very fun to do so, but then she will deflect any advances. Which confused me and also felt very hurtful. I’ve tried having this talk with her many times over and I always get different answers and she always gets upset. “Well maybe I’m not attracted to you” or “i don’t know why I do it, but I just think it’s fun” or many other reasonings. fast forward to today. She initiated sex for the first time in forever and when I asked her why she had done that? Keep in mind I love her to DEATH, I’m ok if we don’t have sex honestly, I’ve come to terms with that. but she responded “well you do so much for me, I feel like I owe you. Even though I don’t want to have s...

Many years ago I was in the middle of a very nasty Custody battle. My kids mother was unstable to start with, then she started taking drugs which made her go off the edge. while at work I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette. There was a Police Officer walking around my truck. I asked if I could help him. Officer replied that someone called in a report that a person was observed putting something on the truck then driving away. I knew immediately what was going on. My ex had previously vandalized my truck and my house. She left what she thought were drugs on my porch and under my rear bumper and under the gas flap. The woman who sold her the “Drugs” told me that the brown powder in the small plastic bags was Coco powder and the White powder was crushed drywall. They were portioned out so it would appear that I was selling them. The Marajuana was real, and I never found out what the white pills were. She told me this because they had a falling out shortly after they both got released f...

First dates in 2026 are something I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. I’ve been on quite a few this year, and I swear it’s like each one was worse than the last. That’s why, when my date last week was actually going pretty well, I allowed myself to feel a little bit of hope. We matched on Tinder, of course, because where else would we have met? She only had like three photos on her profile, which, not gonna lie, made me a bit suspicious that she was a bot. In actuality, she happened to be the most sparkling conversationalist I’ve ever come across on one of those apps. It wasn’t until last week that I finally got to meet her in person. We’d literally FaceTimed every night after matching, but I was still preparing myself to be catfished. I don’t know. I’m paranoid. With a racing mind and heart, I waited in the parking lot of the restaurant for her to show up. Finally, I got the text. We found each other and, to my relief, she wasn’t just the same woman from the photos. She looked even ...

I’m a roll-off garbage truck driver. The transfer station at my yard only handles cardboard, but people hide garbage underneath it. The station separates the garbage and puts it into a 40-yard bin. The place has a massive rat problem. I actually hate dumping even cardboard there because there are rats running everywhere. And these aren’t little rats, they’re fucking huge. I rarely ever dump that 40-yard bin. Today, the guy loaded it onto my truck, I tarped it and headed to another transfer station. On the highway, I look in my mirror and see the two cars behind me swerving all over the road. Then I realize rats are jumping out of my bin and onto the highway. It was literally a scene straight out of a fucking movie. Rats flying out of the bin, cars swerving everywhere, and me sitting there wondering what the hell I had just unleashed. I get to the other transfer station and now I have to open the doors. I was fucking pissing myself. I smack the doors open and sprint back to my truck. L...