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hairyjocktf · 13 days

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Spring Break

Noah was pissed. Today was supposed to be the beginning of the best spring break ever. He’d planned a week-long trip with his college friends to New York City. They’d had it all lined up- museums, restaurants, sightseeing, it was perfect. But about a week before, Noah’s mom had called and delivered devastating news. They were having a family reunion that week. In rural Florida. Attendance was not optional. She’d bought his ticket already and there was no way out.

The day had arrived, and he solemnly made his way to the airport and flew to Tallahassee. They were meeting at his relatives’ place in the Florida panhandle, in the middle of nowhere. He’d been once as a kid and vowed never to go back. After a two hour drive from the airport he made it, driving up a dirt driveway to the massive, yet ramshackle, house in the forest. The next hour was a blur of greeting extended family, most of whom he barely remembered since they tended to stay out here in the country. After that settled down his mom came up to him, clearly very excited about something.

“Noah! You’re not gonna believe this, but since it’ll be a few more days before everyone’s here, your cousins Chevy and Logan are gonna take you out on a hunting trip! Just for a couple days,” she was nearly bouncing off the ground.

Noah groaned. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He had nothing in common with his cousins, and certainly did not want to spend time alone with them out in the swampy wilderness. His mom was not hearing any complaints from him though, and she dragged him out back to reacquaint him with his cousins. Chevy and Logan were chatting with each other on the patio, beers in hand, decked out in the camo hunting gear Noah assumed they lived and slept in. They were only a couple years older than Noah, but looked quite a bit older compared to the baby faced city boy.

“Ayyy Noah! What’s up, it’s been a while man,” Chevy walked over and gave him a bear hug, spilling some beer on his back.

“Hey Chevy, nice to see you too. I heard you guys were uh, taking me out camping,” Noah said unenthusiastically.

“Not just camping my guy!” Logan butted in, “We’re talking full on country backroads hunting boy’s trip! We’ll show you what you’re missing by being cooped up in the city.”

Noah’s heart sank; it was worse than he’d thought. They were gonna drag him out there and make him hunt? He didn’t like killing anything and worse, having to deal with the aftermath. He put on a forced grin since his mother was right there.

“Wow, that sounds real great guys, I can’t wait,” he said through gritted teeth. His subliminal messages to them were entirely lost.

“Hell yes bro! Here’s a pack with some of our extra hunting clothing, you won’t want a whole suitcase out there,” Chevy said, handing Noah a backpack. “We’ve got some extra gear that should fit you, it’s already in the truck. We’ll leave in 30 minutes, so get yourself ready.”

30 minutes?? That was immediate, he wouldn’t even have time to plead his case to get out of it. Begrudgingly he went back inside to get his stuff together. The next thing he knew, it was time. The boys were out front in their pickup truck, the back full of tents, camouflage gear, and who knows what else. Logan laid on the horn.

“NOAHHHHHH! It’s time to scram, let's get outta here!” Logan shouted over the blaring horn.

Noah groaned, this was setting the tone for the whole trip. He looked at himself in the mirror, the camo pants and hoodie just looked wrong on him. He for sure didn’t want his clothes getting covered in mud though, so he sucked it up and headed out front. Chevy grabbed his bag and tossed it in the back before climbing in shotgun, leaving Noah in the cramped back seats. And with that, they were off.

“There’s a real nice game area ‘bout an hour, hour and a half from here,” Logan said. “We’ll get in, set up a nice camp, then relax. Then at sunrise we’ll start you off with somethin easy, maybe a deer or boar,” he turned and looked at Noah, grinning.

Noah bounced around in the back of the truck as Logan drove through the forest on bumpy dirt roads. Chevy had put on some country music up front, and they were practically yelling to have a conversation over it. They tried talking to Noah about what he’d been up to, but Noah was sulking and gave only short answers. The sun was starting to hang low in the sky when they pulled off, offroading through some clear land towards a spot they’d clearly been to before. They stopped at a neat little clearing near a creek. It was objectively a beautiful little spot, but Noah was not in the mood to appreciate it, already swatting at mosquitoes swarming him.

“Alright man, you ever pitch a tent?” Chevy asked Noah.

“Uh, no, I haven’t”

“Well here, I’ll help ya out,” he said earnestly. “We’ve already got a well used spot here, so first we just lay out this footprint, and here let’s have you start with the poles.”

Noah fumbled around with the metal poles before eventually getting them together. He was frustrated, why would he ever need to know this? Chevy took the poles and got the tent up while Logan was still unloading the back of the truck.

“Alright we’re nearly done, just gotta secure it with these stakes,” he handed them to Noah. “Just stick these through the corner, make sure they’re deep in the ground now.”

Noah took the stakes and tried pushing them into the dirt, but they only made it about an inch in. He tried scraping the dirt away with his hands but that didn’t help. Chevy tapped his shoulder, holding a mallet as a suggestion. They’d just gotten here and already Noah was annoyed despite his cousin’s encouraging attitude. His hands were covered in dirt too, he hated being dirty! And he had no escape from all of it. He stormed off to the water’s edge in a huff while the other two finished putting their site together. The sun was really setting by then.

“Ey Noah!” Logan called, “Come have a beer with us man! We’ve got some chili cookin’ too, ya gotta eat somethin,” he laughed. Noah sighed. There was no point in sulking the entire trip like this, even if he wanted to. He walked back over and pulled a beer out of the cooler they’d brought and sat down.

“It seems his highness has decided to grace us with his presence,” Chevy mocked. Noah chuckled. He’d make it through this, even if it took all the beer in that cooler. The boys ate dinner and talked as the sun dipped below the horizon, with Noah actually giving some substantial answers this time. He was exhausted, having flown in and driven all day. He climbed into his tent to hit the sack. If he’d had a mirror in there, he would’ve noticed what looked like some dirt smeared on his face, just on his upper lip and the sides of his face by his ears.

Noah was abruptly awakened by Chevy shaking him. “Hey bro! It’s just starting to get light out, let’s get moving.” Noah groaned, it was his vacation and he was getting woken up at five something in the morning. He crawled out of his tent, banging his head on the pole; was it really that small last night? The boys were up and moving already, and Chevy handed Noah a granola bar to eat. “It’s a light breakfast I know, but we don’t wanna miss the prime time of the day,” he said softly.

Despite being exhausted, Noah’s annoyance was fading quickly. Maybe this would be a little bit of fun; at the very least it would be something different from normal. He scratched at his chin, his fingers brushing through the smallest bit of stubble that had sprouted overnight. Noah had never been able to grow facial hair, but for some reason this didn’t alarm him, it felt natural even. He put on his hat to hide his messy hair and began to chow down on that granola bar. As he did, that small amount of stubble began pushing out more, giving Noah a shadow across his jaw. It grew thicker, sticking out further until he had a rough, patchy beard. It made Noah look more natural in his hunting gear, aging him up just a hair. His clothes had also grown less baggy on him, attributing to an extra inch or two in height and some mass he’d never been able to pack on before.

Within a few minutes, they were off, trekking through the tall grass into the brush. Logan guided them to a denser pocket where they set up watch and waited for some wildlife to show up. Logan had told them he knew there were deer that tended to feed nearby, so they just had to be quiet and wait. The tension grew as time passed, and before he knew it, a buck had shown up in the clearing. Chevy had prepared him for this, and he took the shot. The deer went down, and Chevy and Logan cheered.

“Hell yes dude! Nice shot, especially for your first time,” Logan patted him on the back.

Chevy gripped him with joy, “It must be in your blood bro, you’re a natural.”

The adrenaline was coursing through Noah’s veins and to his surprise he was actually having a good time. He couldn’t remember why he hadn’t wanted to spend time with his cousins, they were chill, and this was turning out to be better than being cooped up in the house. The three of them carried the animal back, working together to hoist several hundred pounds. The sun was fully up now and it was humid. Sweat ran down Noah’s back, and he could smell the putrid stench coming off Chevy in front of him. He didn’t mind though, after all, that’s what a working man smells like.

The sweat was clinging to Noah’s damp skin, beading on his forehead. As he slogged ahead, carrying this massive weight on his shoulders, his body began to adapt. His twig like arms expanded with new muscle, his thighs exploded with size, and his chest produced an impressive set of pecs before softening with a layer of fat. The sweat and smell really began to soak into his skin, and under his sopping shirt small brown hairs poked up around his nipples. Those soft, small hairs didn’t remain so for long, sprouting from his chest, covering the expanse in a curly rug that was slicked down with sweat. Noah’s stubble was not to be left out, pushing further out of his face. Hairs wriggled out in the gaps between old ones, leaving him with much better coverage on his cheeks. Around his chin it even started to fluff up a little, coarse hairs puffing out.

They finally made it back to their camp, dropping the load and slumping into the chairs they’d left around the fire pit.

“We’ll have to gut and clean that in a minute, but here champ,” Logan handed Noah a beer. It was cold, and exactly what Noah needed against the oppressive humidity. “Here’s to many more,” he toasted, before chugging his own down. Noah was finally able to take a breather, and thats when he noticed.

He STUNK.

He raised his arms back behind his head, airing them out. The sweat drenched pits aired their stench to the world, but to Noah, he just matched his cousins now. The exposed pits had a few hairs plastered to the skin. As he sipped the beer and relaxed, more wisps of hair shot out from his skin, growing thick and wiry. What started as a few extra hairs quickly blossomed into a thick forest of hairs, tangling together and poking out of the sleeves of his t-shirt. The hairs itched as they grew in, prompting Noah to dig his fingers in there, scratching through the sweaty, smelly hairs. He didn’t question it, as far as he remembered he’d had hairy pits since middle school. The hairs spread out of his pits, connecting to the dense coating on his chest. The rug on his chest had started creeping upwards, reaching with thick tendrils of hair towards his burgeoning beard.

After a short reprieve Noah was back on his feet, jumping at the opportunity to learn from his cousins how to clean their kill. They were eager to teach him, to fold him into their ways. Noah’s distaste for his cousins, the country, hunting, all of it was evaporating. He felt like he had so much in common with them now, how had he never realized?

The rest of the day Chevy and Logan took Noah on a whole laundry list of activities they’d planned. Fishing, mudding, you name it. All hesitation had disappeared, Noah was in deep now. He kept drinking with the boys, not noticing that his gut was pushing tight against his shirt. In fact, his whole upper body was stretching out. His shoulders pushed out, growing broader. His frame was massive now, bigger than either of his cousins. He stood out on the edge of a pond in the harsh sunlight fishing, his shirt absolutely soaked with sweat that dribbled down his massive back. As it reached his waistband, it began fertilizing the growth of a new patch of hair right above his plump ass. The hairs sprung out of the wet skin, shooting up his spine in minutes. Before long the hairs had spread out across the wide expanse of his lats, pressing against the tight shirt. The fields of hair were thick, dense enough to darken the shade of his skin, and definitely didn’t help with the sweat situation. The hairs continued to spread, climbing over his round shoulders and down his arms, coating him with a wild fur that cemented his place out in the country. He was really starting to look like his cousins now, between his camo gear, hairy body, and beer gut.

When the three of them returned to camp that night, Noah was exhausted. He grabbed another can from the cooler and cracked it open. Putting up to his mouth, he tilted it a little too far, spilling foamy beer down his face and into his chest hair. He chuckled and half attempted to wipe the foam off. Where it sat in his beard, the hairs began to thicken and sprout. His mustache grew incredibly thick, making itself known above the rest of his scruff. His chest fur also took to the growth, turning into a real carpet that climbed up and out of his shirt collar. Noah let out a massive burp in response.

“Yo Chevy, we really gotta head back tomorrow? Shit rocks out here,” Noah said with a deeper voice than he’d ever had previously.

“Yea bro, Ma will skin us if we miss the reunion. But don’t worry man, I know you’ll be back out with us in no time,” he flashed a grin at Noah.

Noah went and dug through their bags, finding a lighter and pack of cigars. Now that the sun was going down, it was cool enough to enjoy being outside. He lit it up and took a hefty puff, his huge, hirsute body taking it in like a champ. Any thoughts about his old spring break, his old life, had been dragged through the mud and stamped out. All he wanted to do now was relax, listen to the sounds of the crickets, and spend time with his bros.

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anthonybialy · 3 months

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Customer Disservice

It’s easier to list presently pleasant experiences. You’ll have ample time to rattle them off while waiting eternally for your fries. Being hungry for dinner by the time you get your lunch counts as fasting.

Customer service sucks if you’re lucky enough to locate something to buy. Making you care less about purchases is just another way our times relieve you of burdens like possessing too many items to dust.

The goal of toiling as little as possible is as natural to humans as consuming more calories than are necessary. But life’s cruelty is unavoidable. You’ll only exacerbate welts if you try to dodge. Seeing work not as a way to advance but as a method to get compensated for nothing shows government’s influence. Boasting of an effort so slight that Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez would tell you to get to work is not leading to advancement for individuals or society. Hunter Biden is this generation’s standard for exertion in the pursuit of fortune.

Expecting payment shouldn’t be connected to anything like completed work responsibilities. The president says you’re entitled to all the money you can stuff in your pockets while forking none of it over for anything you want. Retailers who expect compensation in return for what they provide are the greedy ones. A certain gang of politicians is always promising something in exchange for nothing. The same mafia capos struggle to determine why the economy is poor.

Zombie movies are such a part of culture that you can reenact them by patronizing any restaurant. Employing fewer workers than are necessary to address matters is a staffing decision made by politicians. They told more help to arrive, which explains why getting someone to prepare a meal is presently as daunting as a DMV visit.

Minimum wage spikes are accompanied by encouragement to exert the minimum effort. The only way to get more cash is to make it worthless, so thank Joe Biden for the cruel but necessary life lesson. Blame businesses coping with preposterous incursions to pass the exam.

You’re totally not expected to comply with constantly getting asked to hand over more than the price. You’ll just be shunned if you do. Not contributing is going to cost you a dirty look. Tipping is supposed to be a reward for service. It’s now an expected custom from those who vilify anyone who makes more as materialistic. Don’t you want baristas to make a living wage? Prepare for a guilt trip to the waiting counter regardless of provided value or liberal beliefs in action hiking that very standard.

A gratuity to the ungrateful is compounded by extraneousness. Leaving extra is for specific jobs whose pay structure is based on getting a little more. The only other place to leave extra money is on Substack. Other than that, the good and decent universal value of tipping bartenders differs entirely from the embodiment to entitlement seen in professional panhandling on every counter.

It’s uncanny how unhappy people seem after they get every last thing provided for them. Government gave you enough to cover your bills then told you there’s no need to pay them, which should have made every American independently wealthy. We’re just one executive order commanding groceries to be affordable short. Bitching about focusing on finances as loafers attempt to evade the process of exchange has left everyone with nothing.

The internet enables instant communication where you can be treated rudely by a company that took your funds. A rather popular communications medium resembles the way lies about Florida’s secret plan to re-establish slavery get spread instantaneously without verification. The best and worst thing about social media is that people present themselves without a filter. The way the indifferent service gets used is what’s important, which creates common ground for the First and Second Amendments.

Hearkening to days of yore comes naturally when days of now eat it hard. It’s not to praise everything that happened before internet flowed through the ether. But these glorious advanced days truly eat it thanks to deploying daft policies discredited in the olden times.

Scoffing at your choice between a bag of groceries or enough fuel to reach the outpost to acquire them is the sort of smug reply expected from Biden cultists who think working at some corporation is a menial task unworthy of their useless abilities. You may have received better service before governmental protections made performing a job’s task. That was in the golden time before butter was a luxury.

Refusing to give a damn is particularly unfortunate when every productive shift is respectable. Moving past the days of mocking service workers is a victory for dignity. A Full Monty reboot still based on the shame of working at a department store blessedly disappeared from public consciousness quickly, and not only because finding one open is as as tough as obtaining affordable food.

It’s a shame when shame seemed on its way out. The culturally snotty attribute of decreeing oneself to be above certain tasks drags everyone below. There’s precisely nothing wrong with working at Walmart in order to provide for a family or even just oneself. Decent people mocked as rudely brain dead for running a fast food register is particularly rich from indebted art history majors who count as high as one useless degree.

Holding expectations without providing is the type of evasiveness that should be discouraged in first-graders. A White House dedicated to paying people without working inspires surliness amongst those who technically show up. It doesn’t seem like anyone in the executive branch is there until 5 p.m. More important jobs remain understaffed, which is to say all of them.

#customer service #business #commerce #enterprise #trade #employment #work #free market #earning

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vacayvillages · 11 months

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Relax and Refresh: Enjoy a Poolside Stay at the Pensacola RV Park

Need some time alone to refocus and relax? You've found paradise with the RV Park with in Pensacola and its stunning pool. This Florida Panhandle oasis is stocked with all the comforts of home and more, making it ideal for tired RVers and camper renters. From lounging by the pool to exploring the city, the Pensacola RV Park has everything you need for a fun vacation. Take advantage of your stay in this picturesque area by reading on for some tips.

Pensacola RV Park and Campground

The Pensacola RV Park is a gorgeous refuge on the stunning Florida Panhandle. With over a hundred unique spots, this park truly provides something for everyone. Complete hookups, cable TV, and Wi-Fi are all included to provide a comfortable and enjoyable stay.

This campground's pool is one of its best features. This beautiful blue pool is a perfect place to unwind in the company of palm palms and verdant landscaping. The Pensacola RV Park has everything you need, from a place to relax in the shade to a swimming pool to cool off in after a day of sightseeing.

This campground has great facilities, and it's also convenient for exploring everything that Pensacola has to offer. There is an abundance of exciting things to do in the area, from hiking and biking to fishing and kayaking on world-famous beaches.

The Pensacola RV Park is a great place to visit if you want to unwind in a beautiful setting, whether you're on your own or with a group of friends or family. Take advantage of everything this fantastic RV park has to offer by making your reservation today.

Planning a trip to the Pensacola RV Park? Here's what you need to know.

Make the most of your time at the Pensacola RV Park as soon as you get there. Here are some suggestions for doing precisely that!

The first step is to make the most of the facilities provided. The pool is the most popular attraction, however other fun activities can be had in the park's playground or picnic area. Each and every one of your needs will be addressed.

Next, go see the rest of Pensacola! Enjoy the beautiful scenery along the Gulf Coast as you drive along Scenic Highway 98. Check out Fort Barrancas and Cordova Mall for some history and retail therapy.

Rent bikes or kayaks from local shops, then hit the trails or rivers in the region to satisfy your inner explorer.

The RV park itself offers a wealth of activities. Gather your new pals for a barbeque in one of their fire pit-equipped and picnic table-studded grilling zones.

Last but not least, enjoy some downtime by the RV or poolside reading a good book; after all, you are on vacation.

Tips for Having Fun in Pensacola

Pensacola is a lively and fascinating city with many attractions. The Vacay Village is a must-see because of the incredible aircraft collection it houses. Flying simulator rides and live demonstrations are also available to guests.

The Vacay Village is a favorite among Pensacola visitors because of its miles of beautiful beaches and clear, calm waters, ideal for water sports such as swimming, surfing, kayaking, and paddleboarding. Big Lagoon State Park is close by, and its hiking paths and camping amenities are sure to please any outdoor enthusiast. Vacay Village is an interesting look at Pensacola's past as a military fortress.

Pensacola is well-known for its delicious seafood, and visitors shouldn't leave without trying some grouper sandwiches or oysters Rockefeller at one of the city's many eateries. Our peaceful RV park with pool is conveniently placed near many exciting attractions in this picturesque city.

Conclusion

Those who love being outside will find that Pensacola RV Park is the perfect place to stay. The beautiful landscape, cozy accommodations, and exciting activities make this a wonderful destination to relax and rejuvenate. Whether you're traveling solo or with a large group, a vacation in one of these rented RVs to the Florida Panhandle is a surefire success.

Relax by the pool at Pensacola RV Park and take advantage of the many amenities available to guests. The historic Fort Pickens and the beautiful scenery of Gulf Islands National Seashore are just two of Pensacola's attractions.

So, why do you dally around? Pensacola RV Park is ideally located for exploring the many attractions of the area.

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floridafoundationpro · 1 year

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Levy county, Florida foundation repair

Levy county Florida

Levy County, Florida is an area rich in history and culture. Located on the northern end of the Florida panhandle,Levy County has long been an area of agricultural production, natural beauty, and recreational activities. Established in 1845, Levy County is one of the oldest counties in Florida and is considered one of the most beautiful and vibrant counties in the state.From its charming small towns to its stunning vistas of nature and wildlife, Levy County provides a unique mix of rural and urban settings that can appeal to many different types of people.With its rolling green hills, sparkling lakes, and welcoming communities, Levy County offers an ideal place to live, work, and play.Whether you are looking for an escape from the hustle and bustle of the big city, a place to retire and relax, or a place to raise a family, Levy County is the perfect place to call home.This blog post will explore the many facets of Levy County, Florida.

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Should I buy a house in Levy county, FL? Levy County, FL is an excellent location to consider purchasing a house.With its low cost of living and convenient access to major highways, Levy County provides a great opportunity for those looking for a peaceful life in a rural setting.The area is home to a diverse range of wildlife, so you can enjoy a variety of outdoor activities. Additionally, the county has a variety of amenities, such as shopping, dining, and entertainment venues.The public schools are known for their excellent academic programs and students often go on to pursue higher education.It's important to research the local market, as prices can vary depending on the location.Additionally, there are resources available to help buyers navigate the home buying process. Levy County is an attractive option for those looking to purchase a home in Florida.What are the house foundation problems in Levy county Florida and how can they be repaired? In Levy County, Florida there are a number of house foundation problems that require attention.These issues can be caused by settling soils, hydrostatic pressure, and shifting of the foundation due to changes in the ground moisture levels. In order to repair these issues, foundation piers and underpinning systems need to be installed.This requires experienced workers that are familiar with the local soil conditions and have knowledge of the best methods of underpinning.The installation of piers and underpinning systems can be expensive, but it is a necessary expense if the house is to be structurally sound. Once the underpinning system is in place, any remaining foundation issues can be addressed by making sure the house is level and that the grade around the foundation is correct.With the proper repair work, the house should be strong and stable for many years to come.To summarize, Levy County, FL is a great place to consider buying a house.There are plenty of outdoor activities to enjoy and the climate is great. However, before buying, it is important to keep in mind any potential house foundation problems and know how to repair them in case they arise.Doing your research and actively taking steps to prevent any potential issues can help ensure that your purchase of a house in Levy County, FL is a positive and successful experience. Read the full article

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audsjournal · 1 year

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Seaside is Florida's Best Kept Secret

Each year, thousands of people flock to Florida’s beaches for the warmth and change of scenery. Among the popular vacation destinations are Miami, Fort Lauderdale, and even the Keys. However, a hidden gem, nestled in the panhandle, often gets overlooked by travelers. Seaside, Florida is the perfect place for travelers who are looking to enjoy a more quaint and quiet beach trip.

Located between Panama City and Fort Walton, Seaside is a small resort community that sits directly on the Gulf of Mexico. Part of what gives Seaside its charm is the recognizable architecture. The community has widely adopted a single building style, so many of the houses and cottages are built to the same level and style. This cohesive look provides a perfect opportunity for vacationers to take the perfect photos. Influences of Key West style homes can be seen a lot as well as influences from the Caribbean and even Nantucket. Staples of the homes seen in Seaside include white picket fences, white porches, and white scenic pavilions along the beach walkway. The traditional beach cottage style of Florida really shines through in both the older and newer homes, and gives the city a really personable feel. A lot of the homes are also painted using light and pastel colors which really helps brighten up the city and add to the cohesiveness of the community. Even the local elementary school is located in a cottage-style building. With very few high-rise hotels, there are plenty of beach cottages that double as vacation rentals so that tourists can live like locals for the week.

Seaside is home to some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Located in Northwest Florida along what is called the ‘emerald coast’: the sand is fine, almost white, and the water is as blue as the sky. Santa Rosa Beach and Rosemary Beach are some of the more well known spots along 30A and have been named some of the best beaches in Florida. It is the perfect setting for travelers to clear their head and reset.

If the heat ever gets to be too much, Seaside has countless artisanal shops and boutiques located right along the water. The city is home to several art and jewelry galeries where local creators can share their art with tourists. The most famous shop of them all is The 'SEASIDE' Style Store itself, which has its own brand of Seaside clothing. The store sells T-Shirts, Sweatshirts, Hats, and almost anything you can think of with the logo Seaside directly printed in the middle. It is a fashion staple for both locals and visitors.

Another factor that makes Seaside a prime destination for couples and families is the privacy included in the traveler’s stay. Almost all of the cottages in Seaside are located along or near the scenic 30A Highway and have private access to the beach associated with the rental. This really helps keep the beaches from overcrowding and diffuses major issues such as littering and partying that can come with hefty spring break crowds. The community also has strong security, making this a perfect place to bring kids or even to travel alone.

After getting settled, right outside the shops at 30A is a line of gourmet food trucks for anyone looking for a midday snack. The trucks offer anything from fresh smoothies, gyros, and even wagyu beef hotdogs. The Meltdown, a grilled cheese food truck, is a fan favorite and offers unique dishes such as “this little figgy,” a sandwich with brie, bacon and sweet fig compote.There is a truck for every taste bud out there.

When dinner time rolls around, head to Pickles, which is known for their pimento cheese burgers, milkshakes and of course, their Seaside known fried pickles. This restaurant is directly off of the main Seaside Square and offers lots of outside seating for people coming straight from the beach. For a fancier feast, head to La Crema Tapas and Chocolate Restaurant, which features dishes like beef empanadas, shrimp ceviche, and chocolate fondue. If sweet treats are the goal of the trip, Pecan Jacks Ice Creamery and Candy Kitchen is the perfect destination to cool off from the sun with an ice cream cone or milkshake. This shop even offers spiked sweet treats for the adults on the trip!

Whether looking for family fun or a girls weekend getaway, Seaside encompasses it all. From the family friendly environment, to the shops and restaurants, there will be something for everyone to enjoy when visiting Seaside next spring.

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deadpoetsam · 3 years

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Thoughts/theories on the boys:

Short in stature but big in personality, Scotty’s a fast-talking teenage entrepreneur from the Florida panhandle who dreams of making the Forbes 400 list one day. And by his side always, both in life and on the island, is his best friend Bo.

I think Scotty's a parallel to Toni, but I don't see any mention of anger issues in his description... maybe they have another "flaw" planned for his character. The big dreams make me feel like he'll get along with Kirin easier than Toni with Rachel. Also, I'm looking forward to seeing his friendship with Bo. Will they make him openly gay like Toni?

Bo is a soft-spoken, contemplative teenager, also from the Florida panhandle. He has a naively optimistic outlook on life, despite a difficult upbringing, and he’d gladly lie down in the street for his best friend Scotty. His loyalty knows almost no bounds.

I think that Bo is a parallel to Martha, and I'm really excited to see a male character with a softer personality!!! Also, interesting that they say that his loyalty knows no bounds, while that was mentioned for Toni in the promotion for the girls.

The opposite of his personable stepbrother Seth, Henry is an emo reclusive type who prefers to retreat into the safety of his noise-canceling headphones and dwell on the darkness in the world.

Henry's a parallel to Leah? an interesting choice, curious to see how the relationship between the stepbrothers works out. It would be interesting if they make him the one who figures things out (if any of the boys even figure stuff out?). He also sounds a bit like Nora...

Seth Novak, who is naturally funny, Ivy-League smart, and full of charisma. Though he doesn’t necessarily aspire to a leadership role, Seth’s steadiness and sense of humor win him the respect and loyalty of the others, except for his step-brother Henry who clearly has issues with him.

Seth seems a parallel to Shelby, the rich and successful white boy (with more issues than meets the eye I'm assuming). It'll be interesting to see the stepbrothers and their relationship (especially seeing as they are parallels to Leah and Shelby, but feel more like a parallel to Shelby and Toni in a platonic way). Although he does have some traits similar to Dot....

Josh Herbert, a talkative, hypochondriacal teenager from a wealthy family in San Diego. Unlike the rest of his athletic, tennis-playing family, Josh is an awkward, nervous type who takes a number of homeopathic supplements to handle his chronic stress.

I think that Josh is a parallel to Nora, and I just know I'll love this character. Very interested in his backstory! Especially since it seems like he'll be the odd one out in his family (like Rachel) and how that will affect his place in the group. He's talkative, which isn't like Nora, but it'll be fun to see the different take on an awkward and nervous character.

Rafael Garcia, a quiet, sensitive teenager who lives in Tijuana but attends high school in San Diego. Straddling two worlds has made it difficult to get a clear and certain sense of himself, so he gravitates toward people with stronger, more charismatic personalities than his own.

Rafael seems a parallel to Dot, especially looking at the "caught between two worlds" bit and also taking in account that Dot lost her sense of self while taking care of her dad. I don't think they'll have him take care of a parent, but that they'll instead find another backstory (but if they have him take care of a parent, it would be really cool to see the differences!). The lack of a clear and certain sense of himself and being sensitive also sounds a bit like Shelby...

Ivan Taylor, an activist and aspiring playwright with an impeccable fashion sense and a razor-sharp wit. But his words can be cutting, sometimes too deeply, which has cost him friends along the way.

I think that Ivan is a clear parallel to Fatin, and I'm excited to see what they'll give him as a backstory! Also the "cost him friends" makes me feel like there'll be a similar fall out as Leah with Fatin, but I'm also curious about what his backstory will entail.

Kirin O’Conner, a short-tempered lacrosse player who doesn’t have much patience for weakness. Among the castaways, he’s ready and willing to take the lead first, though his hot-headed approach might not appeal to everyone.

Kirin definitely seems like a parallel to Rachel, so I'm curious to see how that turns out. I hope they give him a similar backstory as her, it would be interesting to see a male character with ED. The hotheaded approach also sounds a bit like Toni...

#i rambled a bit but these are my thoughts #please tell me your ideas!!!#I think Alex will be the ninth person #also the pairs confuse me #but i tried #how do ivan and kirin know each other?#the wilds #the wilds boys

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The Queen of Springtown

I’m going to tell you a story. It’s a true story. There’s a bit of conjecture here and there to fill in empty spots, but not a lot. It’s a story about my grandmother - my paternal grandmother, not my maternal grandmother - I feel the need to specify who exactly it is because mom’s mom has a bit of a story too, but that’s for later.

This one’s about the one I’m going to call Elizabeth. Elizabeth was her middle name, it was a family name, it belonged to her mother and her grandmother I believe, though I didn’t know any of those people so I couldn’t swear by it. The family records are long gone if they ever existed.

Elizabeth’s last name was one of those romantically ridiculous names that still clung to old families at the turn of the century. It had a lot of extraneous letters at the end, a handful of unnecessary and partially silent sounds that looked beautiful in the flowery handwritten script of the time, a noble sounding -eaoux that did little more than tag a fancy sounding o onto the back end. A lot of fuss for such a little piece of sound. And when Elizabeth’s grandfather moved his family from France to Ireland and signed the manifests upon arrival in the new old land, he dropped the -eaoux and shortened the family’s name to four tiny letters and a single syllable. They were Irish now.

Elizabeth’s father carried the new name and the new heritage, and when he was of age he went and married an Irish beauty named - yep, Elizabeth. They say she was redheaded and blue eyed and fair skinned, though no pictures exist to prove it. All that exists is my grandmother, who supposedly looked just like her mama. She didn’t remember Ireland...she was too young when her daddy moved his family to a new land just like his own daddy had done, and she never really told anyone she was Irish. No one actually knew, once her parents were gone.

But you could tell. She looked it - flame red hair, china blue eyes, fair skin. She had the bones of whatever French nobility had been in her lineage from way back, but her colors were the Emerald Isle all the way. A beauty like you’d see in the movies, petite and ladylike and perfectly put together.

But my god that woman had a wild streak that dated right back to the Celts whose blood made up half of what she was.

(continued under the cut because long story)

So Elizabeth grew up in America, the daughter of an Irish mother and a French father. She had brothers and sisters, quite a few, though I never knew any of them. I believe I met two of them when I was too young to remember much about the encounter, but I’ve always found it hilarious that one of her sisters was named Bill. Bill, like the man’s name. I never found out why and I’m not entirely sure there was ever actually a reason. It was just one of those things.

The newly American family settled in Texas. And when Elizabeth was very young - probably not yet in her 20′s, though nobody knows for sure just how old she actually was because it’s likely she tended to fib a bit about her age to get into places she had no business being - she got herself involved with the Texas mafia.

Now let me tell you a thing or two about the Texas mafia. It wasn’t an official operation - not like the Italian Mafioso or the Eastern Syndicates or whatever the hell was going on between Florida and Cuba at the time. But it was every bit as dangerous and vicious and bloody and corrupt as any of those bigger organizations, and it was led for the most part by a man I’m going to call Big Joe.

This was the early 1940′s or thereabouts. Elizabeth was a party girl - up for anything, always out and about, girl-gang at the swing club, the works. And Big Joe saw her in the club one night, it may very well have been his club she was dancing at, and the proverbial first-sight thing kicked him hard in the gonads. This girl was a looker, and she was dancing with everyone in the place, whooping it up, living life like tomorrow it was all going to take a header into the sea. He had to have her.

And he did.

Big Joe was likely in his late 30′s, maybe early 40′s. There’s not a lot of information on him other than a handful of facts mentioned once and only once by my grandmother to my aunt - that Big Joe was a handsome man, big and tough and a snazzy dresser, and he always had enough money in his pocket to take Elizabeth anywhere she wanted to go and buy her anything she wanted to buy. And Elizabeth, party girl extraordinaire, was all up for that.

So Elizabeth and Big Joe become a thing. Everybody knows she’s his squeeze - and suddenly not a male soul in Dallas or the surrounding metropolitan areas will dare to lay an eye on her, not even a quick glance, because she’s Big Joe’s girl. And that means something. Elizabeth doesn’t know quite what it means because she’s likely not even 20 yet, but Big Joe is fun and romantic and he takes her on trips and buys her nice clothes. He buys her a ring, a blood red garnet, a ring that I inherit many decades later. He’s going to marry her, he says. She doesn’t care much one way or the other, she’s having too much fun dancing every night in his club, traveling with him, going shopping, rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous of the Southwest. She’s all but a star, protected and adored. Big Joe’s men follow her everywhere she goes when she’s not with him. And Big Joe starts going out of town without her a lot, taking care of business that he never tells her the details of.

She’s cool with that. He’s a businessman, that’s what he’s always told her. Things to take care of out of town. The Boss. He has a lot of operations to oversee, operations that make all that money he spends on her.

She has no idea what he actually does.

All she knows - or cares to know - is that when he comes back to town he ushers her around town in his big fancy black car, buying her furs and expensive dinners, showing her off to society. When he isn’t slapping her around...but hey, that’s part of the deal isn’t it? It’s the 1940′s, and Big Joe is very much a man of the era. Women grew up knowing they’d have to take the back of a man’s hand from time to time, and Elizabeth knew which side her bread was buttered on. She kept Big Joe happy, put a smile on his face, did the old grin-and-bear-it on the rest of it.

And then one night Big Joe comes banging on her door. He’s frantic. He pushes a set of keys into her hand - keys to the fancy black car that takes her everywhere - and tells her to keep it there, at her house. Don’t drive it anywhere, just keep it there. He’ll contact her soon and tell her what to do.

He leaves in another car with one of his men, and that’s the last time Elizabeth ever sees him.

A few weeks later she gets a letter from Big Joe telling her to drive the car into Grapevine Lake, on the far side by the shoals. Don’t open the trunk, he says. Put a brick on the gas pedal and put it in drive. Do it at night and make sure nobody sees you.

That night Elizabeth picks up her best friend and they drive the car to Grapevine to do as Big Joe said, sinking it in the murky green water on the far side of the lake. The two girls - just girls, barely even women yet - stand on the shore watching it disappear into the deep dark.

A week later Big Joe is shot to death. A deal gone bad maybe, or a competitor moving into the territory. Nobody really knows - grandmother never said. Don’t think I haven’t done my research...I know what I know, and according to a nearly nonexistent little trove of newspaper articles microfiched in a tiny little library in Azle Texas that isn’t even there anymore, odds are very likely that Big Joe went down in a shootout with the Dallas Police Department.

Elizabeth never opened the trunk of that car. At least she said she didn’t...it’s one of the many things that nobody ever knew or will ever know, because once she shut the door on that part of her life and moved on, it might as well have never happened. Getting this much out of her was outrageously difficult. Thanks to my very tenacious and very persevering aunt, what I’ve just told you managed to survive. It’s very likely my aunt was the only person she ever told, and it’s very likely I in turn am the only person my aunt ever told. And now my aunt is in her 70′s and in poor health, and this little unknown family story has started poking around at the back of my skull. I don’t want it to be lost. I don’t like the idea of soon being the only person alive who knows it. It’s not a spectacular story, but it’s testament to the fact that extraordinary things happen to ordinary people, probably more often than you’d think - and that those ordinary people sometimes take it all to the grave with them.

Elizabeth - my dad’s mom, my grandmother, the one I look like and act like and laugh like, the one whose cheekbones and eyes and hair and size I was born with, passed away twenty-something years ago. She lived through some extraordinary things. After the demise of Big Joe she married an oil roughneck, one of the semi-transient oilfield workers that were prevalent in the Texas Panhandle at the time, and had two children with him - one of whom was my father. The roughneck was the epitome of the James Dean romantic brooding bad boy type, handsome and manly, but unfortunately also a scoundrel who had a second family in another city that he went to every other month when he traveled to another rig for work. She left him when she found out. It was almost unheard of at the time, a young mother taking her two little kids and leaving her husband to be on her own, but she did it. And when my father was 12 she met and married a very tall, very handsome, very Cary Grant-esque railroad worker who loved life every bit as much as she did.

They were together for the rest of her life. I’ve never to this day seen two people more in love than Elizabeth and Jesse. I spent many summers in Texas with them and not a night went by that I couldn’t hear them giggling in the next room after lights-out, talking and laughing quietly until granddad’s wallshaking snores echoed through the house. It just about killed him when her heart gave out. But she was old, and she’d lived a life worth living. There was nothing in her face in those final moments that could ever convince anyone she wasn’t ready and willing to go when the time came.

I’d been married for a couple of years when she died, and my husband and I traveled to Texas for the funeral. The first night there, as my aunt brought out grandmother’s jewelry box and told me to take whatever I wanted, the story was passed from her to me. And when it was all told I opened a little drawer in the bottom of the jewelry box and pulled out an old garnet ring that I’d seen before, when I was a small child snooping in grandma’s stuff. I’d always been fascinated with it...it just looked like it had a story to tell. That’s it, my aunt said. That’s the ring he gave her. That’s all she ended up with.

It was the only thing I took.

The church was so full the next morning you’d have thought it was the final sendoff for some local celebrity. Everybody loved my grandmother, everybody, but this was sort of astounding. Some of them I knew from my childhood, from many many summers spent in the Panhandle, but people came from all over to say goodbye and nobody in the family knew who a lot of them were. They just showed up, some of them cried, some just stood in the back of the church all stoic in black suits. Some were very old. And when it was over and I turned around to watch a group of distinctly important-looking old gentlemen quickly and quietly leave the building, I looked over at my aunt and pointed at them. She arched her eyebrows in that way she always did, that way, the way that said What did I tell you?? - and I wondered if maybe all those years ago some of Big Joe’s men hadn’t pulled that car out of Lake Grapevine and found the trunk empty.

I mean...this is Elizabeth we’re talking about.

#true story

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vfdarkness · 3 years

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AVFD Script - S2EP03 The Forgotten Man

[[Intro]]

You’re at a bus stop and your bus is late.

Finally, it pulls up, you step aboard, and for a brief moment…

the driver’s facial features - their eyes, nose, mouth are in all the wrong places.

As you stare, their face quickly rearranges itself to appear more normal. More human.

The door closes. There’s no one else in the vehicle.

You need my help.

[[AVFD intro music kicks in]]

This is A Voice From Darkness.

[[AVFD intro music fades out]]

Hello, this is Dr. Malcolm Ryder, parapsychologist, here to help you with all problems paranormal, supernatural, and otherworldly. And we have a wonderful show planned for tonight. There’s two national alerts for the state of Florida - one for the panhandle, and another for the everglades. After we go over these we’ll explore one of the strangest roadside attractions in American history. And of course we’ll finish our show with the phone lines open so you, our listeners, can call-in. But first, let's get to our national alerts

[[National Alerts music starts]]

A sinkhole has appeared in the middle of Kelson Ave in Marianna, Florida. The hole’s depth is currently unknown however twenty feet down, stone carvings of faces appear. The carvings continue for as far down as anyone can tell. Each is unique yet is made to grotesquely express either the emotion of fear or that of delight. A spelunker descended into the hole to gather information about its depth. Two hours into his descent contact was lost and he was pulled out. When he resurfaced he was said to be in a daze. He removed his harness and immediately jumped back into the hole. Please be careful while driving on Kelson, Ave in Marianna, Florida.

Our second national alert is for the Florida Everglades. The Singing has returned to the wetlands. All those in the area are advised to wear hearing protection for at least the next 72 hours or until otherwise instructed. The source of The Singing is unknown but is said to compel all who hear it to walk into the wetlands and be devoured by the creatures there-in. Again, please wear hearing protection if you’re within earshot of the Florida Everglades.

And that’s all we have for national alerts this evening.

[[NA music fades out]]

Next up we have Today In Odd America, where we’ll discuss a manifestation that once haunted every corner of this land. And afterwards we’ll open the phone-lines.

[[Today In Odd America]]

Today in Odd America we find ourselves across the highways of our country. Forty four years ago today marks the last known visit to a roadside attraction commonly called The House of Narcissus. No physical evidence of this place exists. It was never found in the same location twice - yet hundreds of oral testimonies swear to its existence. Tonight I will cobble together disparate accounts from those who claim to have toured the fabled roadside museum. My hope is this will paint you a picture of what the experience was like for those who wound up touring a space dedicated completely to themselves.

“I was driving down Route 8,” Maise Bridges stated to the Columbus Dispatch in 1955. “It was late and dark. No other cars were on the road. Then I saw it - a billboard illuminated by a single dim light that read: Know Thyself, Next Exit. No other words. But next to them, taking up the entirety of the right side was a painted picture - of me. Unmistakably me. Done in a sort of… Norman Rockwell style I suppose. I just… What was I supposed to do? Of course I took the next exit.”

All descriptions of The House of Narcissus begin this way. A strange billboard on a lonely road, mere seconds to decide to take the exit or not. Oddly, there are few confirmed cases of those who saw the billboard and kept driving. It’s impossible to say if that says something overall about human nature or merely the people The House chose to manifest for.

“I was overwhelmed when I first drove up to the house,” Curtis Johnson said to the Louisville Times in 1948. “I’m not ashamed to admit it, but I might have cried a bit. I mean the place was just, just magnificent. Out there, in the middle of this grassy field, in the middle of nowhere there’s this small piece of heaven, you know? I didn’t feel like I was about to tour some cheap-o roadside scam where they show you a mannequin in a five dollar gorilla suit and tell you it’s Bigfoot. I felt like I was home. Of course I rushed right outta my car up to the door. Why wouldn’t I? I was home.”

Descriptions of the museum are typically left vague. Abstract. At least when describing the exterior. Visitors will speak of the joy they felt upon seeing the house. Often they’ll say a sense of nostalgia or homecoming overwhelmed them. However no one was ever able to give a single concrete detail of what The House looked like. How many stories were there? What color was the siding? What the house looks like remains a mystery to this day. But there’s much agreement about its interior. At least in some respects.

“There’re no employees, no turnstyle to go through, nothing like a museum or roadside attraction typically has. You just go in the front door, and you’re suddenly there - in the first room. It’s filled with photographs along the walls. They were all of my family, friends, neighbors, teachers, former classmates, folks from my church, employers, co-workers. People I might have talked to only once in passing. None of these were photos I took or remember anyone else ever taking. None are in any photo album I own,” said Judge Michael Harvester in 1972, when he called into the KIRT radio station of Olympia, Washington.

The Photo Gallery is always the first room visitors find themselves in. Under each photo is a brass plaque, on which a single sentence is etched: the last words said by whomever is touring the house to the person featured in the photograph.

Even this first room can be disarming to a visitor. As Judge Harvester said: “You don’t realize how many people you speak to, thinking you’ll do so again, but then never do. It adds up over a life. It really does. I didn’t look at all the pictures, or read all the plaques. I had to stop after awhile. I saw one in particular… the last words I said to an old neighbor of mine, lived a few houses away from the place I bought right after law school. Me, him, and some of the guys down the block would get together to play poker twice a month. Last thing I said to him, ‘I’ll see you in a few weeks.’ I don’t remember what happened after that. I guess the poker game fell apart. I don’t think either of us moved, I don’t remember us getting into any fights. But I never spoke to him again. And that’s just one example. People like to call that first room the photo gallery, and that makes sense, I guess. But that’s not what it is. It’s a monument. A monument to lost relationships.”

Most visitors to The House expressed regret coming there at all after visiting this first room. Unfortunately, the way they entered disappears after entry - replaced by a wall filled with photographs. Once you enter, The House forces you to continue through the rooms. That is, if you wish to leave.

“The second room was a full scale replica of my childhood home,” said Sara Lopez to the San Diego Tribune in 1966. “All five rooms of our house back on Balboa Avenue. “I went through the cabinets in the kitchen. The dishes… they were identical to ones we had. There were these little hand drawn designs on them. They’re abstract, hard to describe, but the plates in that museum. They matched perfectly how I remembered them. It was impossible.” Most statements regarding the second room share similar amazement at the level of detail on even the most insignificant items - stains on the carpet, entryways scuffed and dirty from children’s shoes. “What really got me about the second room, “Sara Lopez said, “were the smells. The kitchen had this overwhelming odor of garlic and cumin, spices my mother put in everything. The carpet near the entryway smelled like wet dog. Our lab, Daisy, would run through our neighbors sprinkler then come inside, right to that patch of carpet, and roll around. Little things like that, I’d forgotten about completely. Hadn’t thought of in years, but suddenly a million memories came rushing back to me.”

The average visitor reported spending somewhere between four to five hours in The House of Narcissus. There were outliers of course, in both directions. Some, after seeing the photo gallery, ran through the other rooms without lingering. Others claimed to have spent days and only left when they were near dehydration.

There are dozens of other rooms in The House. Too many to go over tonight. But I’ll end by stating what’s in the only obligatory room, the last room. The room with the only way out.

At the very end of a long hallway is a plain wooden door with a small sign above that reads: What if…

Inside is a small movie theatre. There’s a single red cushioned seat in the room with the perfect view of a small screen. To the right of the screen is a door with an exit sign above. The door will not open unless the visitor sits down in the chair and watches, truly watches and listens, to the film that plays in that small theatre.

“On the day of what was supposed to be my wedding I called my best friend - my bridesmaid. I cried and I gave her the awful job of telling my husband-to-be I’d changed my mind,” said Tonya Blanton to the Sante Fe Dispatch in 1958. “I was living in Minneapolis at the time. Born there, was to be married there, figured I’d die there eventually too. I don’t know what overcame me. But I got in my car and drove. Found myself in New Mexico and started a new life. My parents were furious. And I never spoke to the man who was to be my husband ever again. He sent me a letter when I’d settled in Santa Fe. I wasn’t brave enough to open it. But in that last room. In that last room of that awful house - a film played. It showed what my life would have been had I stayed in Minneapolis. I won’t… I won’t say what all I saw. What all I missed out on. All I’ll say is I know I made the wrong choice. I’ve thought about that every single day since visiting that terrible place.”

Tonya Blanton is not a unique case. Chicago journalist Studs Terkel in his book The American Road: An Oral History devoted a chapter to The House of Narcissus. He conducted over twenty interviews with those who'd toured the roadside wonder. When asked if they could change places and live the life they saw in that last room - would they? Every person he interviewed said they would.

The House of Narcissus only existed for some sixty odd years. The last known visit occurred in 1977, outside of Spring Green, Wisconsin. “People say I must’ve burned the place down or something,” Buddy Palmer, the last recognized visitor, said to the Madison Gazette in 1980. “I didn’t, I swear,” he went on, “but if I had some matches and kerosene on me, would I of? Sure thing. No one should ever be forced to watch the movie that plays in that last room. I’ll think of that picture the rest of my life. I’ll know I messed up early on and I’m not living my best, happiest life. You know how hard it is to get out of the bed in the morning with that hanging over you? Sometimes that movie plays in my dreams. I usually gotta call in sick to work the next day when it does. I just can’t stop thinking about it. The rest of the place too… it’s just... Just too much.”

For those of you listening to this while driving alone, rest assured, you’re unlikely to see a billboard with your own face staring back at you and the words: Know Thyself, Next Exit. But in the rare chance such an event occurs, please consider my advice: don’t take that exit. Just keep driving. There are some truths about ourselves perhaps better left unexplored.

And now back to our main show.

[[TIOA music fades out]]

ACT II

RYDER

And we're back and we already have a caller on the line. Why don't you tell us your name and the nature of your supernatural problem.

RENE

Hello, Malcolm. I was wondering if we'd ever get the chance to speak again.

RYDER

(uncertain)

I don't recognize your voice. Have you called into the show before?

RENE

A few times, yes. And we met once or twice in person.

A beat.

RYDER

Who is this?

RENE

My name is Rene Dupont. And though I've explained this to you before, I will kindly do so again. I exist with a peculiar condition. People can rarely retain memories of me. Not in any form. As this conversation gets to a certain point, I'll begin to vanish from your mind as well as most of your listeners. If you try to write down anything about me during this call, you'll likely only produce gibberish or the vaguest of details.

RYDER

I've read case studies of similar situations. There was a man in Utah-

RENE

(interrupts)

Yes, yes.

Nathaniel Cotwell who lived in a small town that couldn't create new memories of him past the age of eight. And so as an adult they'd still treat him as if he were a young boy. You studied him and Sarah Pullman of Butte, Montana who went missing one night in the woods. When she found her way home again, her family had completely forgotten her.

A beat.

RENE

The few times we've spoken, you've wished to demonstrate knowledge of people who've existed with Memory-related ailments and those are your two most common examples.

RYDER

It seems we have spoken before. Mr. Dupont-

RENE

Please, call me Rene. No need for formalities. We're old acquaintances after all.

RYDER

Yes. Of course. And why have you called into the show tonight, Rene?

RENE

There's been a man following me. Repeatedly.

A beat.

RYDER

(realizing what he means)

And of course that's a difficult task to accomplish, as it's so hard to remember you.

RENE

You're correct. I am Anonymity Incarnate. But there's a man in a grey suit who seems to have found my scent. A further detail about him: he's missing one of his fingers. I'll let you guess which.

RYDER

Why is The Traveling Salesman after you?

RENE

I called you in search of an answer to that very question.

RYDER

In all likelihood he wishes to strike a deal with you. That's why he seeks anyone out. That, or to kill them.

RENE

Let's assume the former for the moment: what sort of deal would he want to make with me?

RYDER

I have no idea. Perhaps he needs information from someone. But he doesn't want this person to know they've given their secrets up. I imagine with your talent that's something you'd be good at.

RENE

Before the wall was destroyed in '89 I was employed on both sides doing something akin to what you just suggested.

A beat.

RYDER

Then that might be what he wants. Or perhaps something more... metaphysical.

RENE

Such as?

RYDER

Your ability to be forgotten. Julian already has some power over memory, but not that.

RENE

Could he really take that from me?

RYDER

Not take. Trade. The Salesman doesn't steal, Rene, but his deals are often one-sided, exploitive, as he'll neglect to tell you pertent information before you agree.

RENE

So he wouldn't really be taking something from me so much as he'd be giving me the gift of being able to be remembered.

A beat.

RYDER

That's a dangerous way of viewing such a deal.

RENE

Dangerous for you, perhaps, but of great advantage to me.

RYDER

It would be dangerous for the whole country for The Traveling Salesman to be easily forgotten. One of the few weapons we have against him are the memories of devastation he's brought about by the deals he's made. The only reason anyone ever turns him down is because his reputation precedes him. Take that away-

RENE

(interrupts)

I have the means and resources to go to many other countries. Julian Holloway can have this one.

RYDER

You'd potentially sacrifice hundreds of millions of people to-

RENE

(interrupts)

To be remembered. And yes, I would. This "talent" of mine came to me when I was young. For most my life I've been unable to have a meaningful relationship with another human being.

To even have an extended conversation. What's my name?

RYDER

Rene...

Malcolm searches his mind for the surname.

RYDER

Rene Dupont.

RENE

You're close to forgetting already, Malcolm Ryder.

A beat.

RENE

If I made a deal with your friend for him to take this power away, you'd never even know.

RYDER

The Traveling Salesman is not my friend.

RENE

If your former friend might help me where no one else could before, including yourself, then I would take him up on his offer.

RYDER

That is if he even wants to help you. He could be searching for you, as I already said, to kill you.

RENE

And why would that be his objective?

RYDER

There are limitations to his power. I don't fully know what they are, but I know they exist.

RENE

Again I ask, why would this necessitate him wanting me dead?

RYDER

Because you possess power in one of his realms - Memory and Dream. And if you have more power than he does, and if he can't use you, or your power, towards his own ends, he'll want you dead. You're a liability otherwise.

A beat.

RENE

You're bluffing. Trying to stoke fear in me so I stay away from him. So I can't make a deal. If what you said was true, your friend Charlotte Price would be dead.

RYDER

Charlotte has found ways to take care of herself. She's forged alliances with things even Julian fears. Have you done the same?

A beat.

RENE

What you're telling me is that I need leverage before I allow Julian Holloway to try and offer a deal to me.

RYDER

That's not what I'm saying at all. Under no circumstances should you attempt to make any deal with him.

RENE

That's not what I took away from this conversation. Thank you so much, Malcolm. As always, you've been helpful.

RYDER

No, wait-

Dial tone.

A long pause.

RYDER

There was someone on the line just now. I swear there was.

I have notes I made, most are illegible which isn't like me. Of what I can read: Shadow, Mirror, Flesh, Spirit, and Dream. I tried to write Memory but it seems my hand was unable to. Odd...

A beat.

RYDER

I think we'll end the show there tonight. I'd like to play back the recording of the past several minutes. See if I can see what I'm missing.

A beat.

RYDER

But if you're experiencing anything supernatural, paranormal, or otherworldly, please feel free to call in next time on A Voice From Darkness.

[[AVFD outro music fades in and out.]]

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 3 years

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Florida is a lost cause for the time being, because we don’t have a Stacey Abrams for Democrats to rally behind. The Florida Democratic Party may as well not exist. Our best shot was Andrew Gillum in 2018, and he probably would have won if they hadn’t stopped counting votes in Miami-Dade, Broward, and Palm Beach (there’s always fuckery in those three counties), but he lost, got depressed, and went on a coke bender, immediately ending his political career. Georgia may become a swing state going forward (or more likely, the Republican legislature and secretary of state will change the rules to make it harder for black people to vote, again, as is their MO), but Florida is sliding further right every year. It doesn’t help that the Gonad Lump is pretending to be a Floridian (he’s not, he’s a New Yorker through and through, but they didn’t want him), so I can’t see any hope for the future.

Our former governor is now a cartoon supervillain senator, our current governor is the dumbest man to ever hold the office, and our next governor is almost certainly going to be either Matt Gaetz or one of the Gonad Lump’s offspring, both of which would be equally horrible. Florida is basically Republican California; some of you might think of Texas as Republican California, but I know some Texans on both sides of the aisle who would take offense to that. Texas is it’s own beast, but Florida has no culture of its own, it’s the drainage ditch that all the other states’ runoff flows into. Miami is basically a shittier New York, and everything north of Orlando may as well be Georgia (except the panhandle, that’s Alabama, and we don’t like talking about it).

I am ashamed to have been brought here against my will when I was 6 months old. Who do my parents think they are, moving us to Florida of all places? Damn them. My goal moving forward is to save up enough money to not have to live here anymore. Nowhere is perfect, I’ll never be able to get away from the political shitshow, but I’ve got my eyes set on someplace up north. I’m torn between Washington state and New England; west coast hippies or east coast elites, I just want to live somewhere with seasons that doesn’t consistently vote for fascist dictators. Please. Is that too much to ask?

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30-39

damn ok i might as well answer them all at this point

30. Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

air both times bc i’m laying in bed

31. Smell the air. What do you smell?

w**d

32. What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

driving through the florida panhandle 🥴

33. Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

i already did this but i’m too lazy to link it. the answer is west.

34. Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

blackbear and paul from lany

35. To you, what is the meaning of life?

to be the best form of yourself and to help people as much as you can. try to make an impact on the lives around you while you’re still here 💕

36. Define art.

literally anything like i’ll look at a painted wall for an hour that shit is art

37. Do you believe in luck?

yes but i don’t think you’re able to predict it or make yourself more lucky

38. What’s the weather like right now?

85 F and sunny. i hate it here.

39. What time is it?

9:39pm

send me numbers 💕

#watermelon

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If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let’s get to know the person behind the blog ❤

Ok, let’s do this!

1. I play the trombone and the bagpipes. How I started playing both these instruments are interesting stories, so if you want to know more, let me know.

2. I have never broken a bone in my body. This is amazing given how clumsy and stupid I was as a kid. Like I’ve got a literal dent in the middle of my forehead from running headlong into a brick wall! How I never managed to break anything remains a mystery to me.

3. I am an Air Force brat, and have lived in three very different places. Minot, North Dakota; Colorado Springs, then the Florida Panhandle. The last move was a huge adjustment, and it wasn’t pretty.

Highlights of this time:

We didn’t have a house when we got to Florida, so we were quartered in a TLF (Temporary Living Facility), squeezing 5 people into a space designed for 2 tops

School system in FL screwed my sister over and didn’t recognize CO’s gifted status, so she was placed in all regular level classes

Elementary school kids are the worst when someone new enters the arena

They chose to make my life a living hell every chance they could

Best example is my dad is deployed overseas in 2006 and is serving in the worst place at the time, and the kids in my school taunted me by saying my dad had walked out on us and/or he wasn’t coming back

tl:dr moving sucks, and elementary school kids in the mid 2000′s were little sh*ts.

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03/28/2019 DAB Transcript

Deuteronomy 9:1-10:22, Luke 8:4-21, Psalms 69:19-36, Proverbs 12:2-3

Today is the 28th day of the month of March. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian. It is a pleasure to be here with you on this 28th day of March where we will take our 28th step of this month forward as we continue our journey through the Bible this year. So we’ve been reading our way through the book of Deuteronomy, the final words of Moses to the children of Israel before they would move forward without him and we’ll continue with Moses second discourse today by reading from the Good News Translation, which is what we’re doing this week by reading chapters 9 and 10 of the book of Deuteronomy.

Commentary:

Okay. So, we have been going through the giving of the law in the previous weeks that we’ve been together, at least for the last month. Now here we are in the book of Deuteronomy where a lot of summary has happened and is happening. And, so, there's like a lot of rules and customs and rituals and methods that have been laid out. And, so, we might wonder, like this is pretty complicated how do you know if you're doing it right and we can even think that in our Christian walk. What are the rules? Like, what are the fundamental rules that we’re supposed to do because it is hard to even remember all of these rules. So, what are we supposed to be doing and is there an order that these things are supposed to be done? And is there a way that they're supposed to be done, right? What’s the recipe? What’s the magic that we should follow and bake at 325 and come out with a strong faith? What will make it all work like it's supposed to work? Moses actually answered that question today in the book of Deuteronomy. We can read all of the rules and normally we’ll start thinking like, you know, like, what do I have to modify in my behavior to be adhering to that rule? As if all of the rules are about caging us in from doing things that maybe we want to do but shouldn't. What Moses revealed is that the rules boil down to something deeper than modifying your behavior. So, quoting Moses, “listen to what the Lord your God demands of you. Worship the Lord and do all that he commands. Love Him, serve Him with all your heart and obey His laws. I’m giving them to you today for your benefit.” So, basically, revere the Lord and honor the Lord. And because you’ve fallen in love with Him, serve Him with all your heart and soul. So on the one it seems like it seems like it should be a little more complicated than this, at least for the children of Israel because we’ve just gone through the giving of the law. There’s so many rules and rituals and customs and observances and so many reminders that have to be obeyed, but when we begin to peel all that back we begin to realize what’s happened here. The rules were certainly the rules but those were the outer boundaries beyond those boundaries was a road that would lead to death and destruction. So, the law wasn't to be a cage to control the people. It existed to do what Moses said it had to do, to remind people who they were, where they'd come from, and who God is. And, so, all of these rules and rituals and customs and remembrances and holidays, this is all things that are baked into the culture itself, constant reminders of who their true source is. Our faith in Jesus is not different although we can often look at it the same way. Like, just tell me the fundamental rule, like a how do I live into this? And we have to recognize it that God isn't interested in rule-based dominance over His people, that was never what He was after. A faithful loyal holy relationship is what He's always been interested in. He wants to be known. And if we really do love God, right, if we love the Lord with all our heart and mind and strength, we’ll be obeying the rules and we won’t even have to think about them anymore, they'll be apparent, they’ll have meaning. This is how all relationships are shaped and there are things we shouldn't participate in because we’re in love with God, we’re unwilling to betray the love that we have for God. And, so, that is how obedience begins to take form and shape in our lives. God didn't offer rules to humanity so that humans could have boring lives. He’s been all along showing us what will lead us to life and what will destroy us and we saw that kind of playing out in Moses talk today when he's telling the people, “you're not going across the Jordan River to take this land because you deserve it. You do not deserve it. You're going into this land because there was a promise and the people who are currently living in that land have become so wicked that they have gone as far as God is going to permit.” So, may we all remember, we don't deserve anything from God. He doesn't owe us anything at all, ever. The fact that you are about to take another breath is a gift and when you exhale that breath may it be an act of worship. Moses is warning the children of Israel about what they will face when they enter into a land of plenty and that warning is no different for us but the way that we can stay on the narrow path that leads to life is to fall in love with God. The rules and regulations of our faith show us the outer boundaries. We can go out beyond those outer boundaries if we want, but it will only lead to destruction. But the deeper we fall in love with God and the deeper that intimacy grows the less we even think about the rules because we don't want to be anywhere outside of God's presence.

Prayer:

Father that’s our declaration at the outset here. We want to be wherever you are and nowhere else. We don't want to be doing things that you aren't and we certainly don't want to be doing things that will lead us to destruction. So, we humble ourselves before you, we repent, we invite your Holy Spirit to lead us into all truth, that we might walk on the narrow path that leads to life. And as we've prayed many times, you've been clear that few find this path. We want to be the few. Come Holy Spirit we pray. In Jesus’ name we ask. Amen.

Announcements:

dailyaudiobible.com is the website, home base, we’re you find out what's going on around here. So, be sure to stay tuned, stay connected, pray for one another, and love one another in any way that you can, in any way the that you want to. There's plenty of ways to stay connected and those can all be found at dailyaudiobible.com.

The other thing that we’re mentioning is the More Gathering for women that is coming up April 11th. And registration for the More Gathering for this year will close on the 31st of March in just a couple of days from now. So, keeping that on the radar. If you want to come and you’ve been thinking about it and you’ve been procrastinating, then registrations closing in a couple of days. So, hope to see you there.

If you want to partner with the Daily Audio Bible, you can do that at dailyaudiobible.com as well. There is a link that's on the homepage. If you're using the Daily Audio Bible app, you can press the Give button in the upper right-hand corner or, if you prefer, the mailing address is PO Box 1996 Spring Hill Tennessee 37174.

And, as always, if you have a prayer request or comment 877-942-4253 is the number to dial.

And that's it for today. I'm Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hey everybody this is Pelham from Birmingham Alabama. The Lord has brought be a house and it’s perfect for me to return to the city I was born in and I am going to be running an Italian ice truck called Rippicis’ Italian Ice. How about that? No more pizza. Thank God we didn’t open a restaurant in Coleman. Thank God because it wasn’t gonna work out. God does what’s best. I don’t know anything. So, I’m calling in and just to say…Annette, I heard your call. Girl, hearing your voice, just hearing the first three words out of your mouth made me smile, brought joy into my room, into my atmosphere, just listening to you talk. Dahs, fist pump to you man. Guys, I just want to say, don’t ever give up, don’t ever give up, just keep moving forward because whatever you’re facing God knows that it’s happening for a reason, everything has a purpose. And one thing I’ve learned in the season is the suffering and loneliness can be turned into a relationship with Jesus and that is something that’s forged. It’s incredible. I mean I was loading the van to go DJ an event and a friend that I’d work for that was next to the entertainment company overheard me saying that I couldn’t find a place and called that night to say he had a house fully furnished, available right now with a backyard for Otis and horses, yup horses are back there for Otis and me. Love you guys.

Hello my Daily Audio Bible family this is Leah Nora from the Florida Panhandle. I just finished listening to March 25th‘s podcast and Bridget just finished her plea for prayer for the two men, the two young men that were involved in her son-in-law’s death and it left an impression on me very strongly that I needed to call. Bridget, first of all, God is smiling on you. You are a child of God and to think of those two young men as you are in the midst of the tragedy and the loss for your daughter says so much and that’s exactly what God wants us to do is to pray for those that are hurting. And we are all sinners, we’ve all made mistakes and He needs us to lift these two young men up in prayer. Nothing happens by chance and something good no matter when it may occur will come out of this. And I pray for your daughter as well that she will get through this difficult time and for you as well Bridget. And just thinking of all of you. And family we lift up these two young men, that God may use them. Open their hearts, their minds, their eyes to receive His light and His love and know that they are loved by our Lord and Savior and we pray this in Jesus’ name. Thank you, family. Thank you, Brian. God bless all of you for all you do. Bye-bye.

Hey Daily Audio Bible family it’s Dr. John from Jordan New York. I need you prayer warriors to be praying for a young lady that I saw. For HIPAA purposes I’m just gonna use her initials, AR. She’s 18 years old. She was living with her boyfriend who beat her up. He previously had gotten her pregnant and she had to get an abortion and she needs Jesus desperately. I was very fortunate that I was able to share Jesus with her and give her a lot of hope I hope to find what she needs for peace. But she’s been looking for it with a guy. So, please pray for her and please pray for her salvation and for her safety and that she’ll have the strength to press charges and make sure that he’s accountable. You know, it’s just one of those situations that really tears my heart up. So, thank you Daily Audio Bible for lifting AR up in prayer and…and I know that she’s…she…I might…I’m gonna say she doesn’t stand a chance for salvation because we’ve got for now. I know you guys prayers will bring her to faith in Jesus. Thank you Everybody. Love you. Dr. John from Jordan signing out.

Hi, it’s I’m Hidden in Him calling from California. I’m calling this morning just to encourage all our family from our Daily Audio Bible and especially to thank Brian because Brian has been such an inspiration to me. I’ve been listening to you now for the past four years and listening to him reading the word of God morning by morning has just brought new meaning to me and I’ve grown so much just following him every day step-by-step. And this morning I’d also like to say a big thank you to his little Cherry. Whenever she calls in I just have to listen to her because she is just so inspiring and just the sound of her voice, I just love the sound of her voice. And I just want to thank God for her because she’s such an inspiration to this community. And I thank you because I don’t really have a family church that I go to but I do go to churches and I listen to messages online. And for the past four years Brian has been my church, just listening to Brian reading the word of God and listening to all the wonderful people that call in to encourage and just to uplift one another and just to stand in the gap for one another. It’s just so beautiful and I love all of you. And every single prayer that is, you know, called out that is made known Jesus helps us. I record every single one of them I do not…

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