Had a nightmare. I was running in a mountain forest filled with muscadines. Forest green August heat, ripe grapes. Felt like an episode of the twilight zone, for I had no tools to make jam or wine from them. That's the real scare.

These mountains provide. Fire, warmth, food, kin, and community. These mountains, and our people, will be here long after this country falls apart and the world falls. Appalachia is 25 million strong amongst gods bright stars and blue skies. God bless this strip of land and devil be with its enemies.

https://youtu.be/xaePweccdPY?
These mountains are ours. 1776? More like like what year you want to die in. 1700s to 2030s. We will fucking eat you.

Inflation numbers are a lie.

https://redd.it/1m44ng3
@r_bitcoin

A redditor finally learns about inflation.

Also, I got a whole ass unboxed hookah from the yard sale, too. All free. We smoking like a classy turk. Shits worth 50 bucks retail.

Brazillian telegram channels are fucking insane. I really do not know what to think when I see Portuguese. Its like spanish written by a French and Italian man with schizophrenia. All the Portuguese culture I need to know comes from Nick rochefort skits.

What a weekend. Scouted out local dumpster spots after work and found some steel. Made connections with the construction guys about to demo a local gun store. Made some yard sale connections for reselling furniture. Argued with the wife, fell into a roaring campfire, and burnt my hand. Turned the office into a hookah lounge and made up with the wifoid. Got 350 bucks from the state for nothing. No called no showed from work cause fuck em. Grilled out and had grilled chicken and steak for dinner. And to tie it all off, I got free ducklings with more on the way.
Typical raccoon weekend.

Straight runners.