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YOUNG MONEY FILMS of COURSE THE BLOCKKK IS HOT VOL. 1 EPISODE 1:MOVIN’ TOO FAST
“And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the Gremlins, ain’t got piff to do with this but I just thought that I should mention.” TUNECHI ALOWISHES
CHAD XZAVIER HARRIS 8/12/2010
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1st off, Dwayne M. Carter II personally requested this publication so it is only professional you give this to him. He will have an email sent to me if this is not put in his possession. We really appreciate your cooperation. Thank You
If any information contained in this book is considered offensive or controversial, CHAD HARRIS personally apologizes, asks for forgiveness and for it to be given to Dwayne M. Carter anyway.
Nothing in this text is designed to provide instructions for any weaponry or escape plans, He’s a multi millionaire for GOD’s sake. If you just would search the entire book you will read various harmless ideas that fit in different categories. There’s a movie script, 2 animation television show scripts and 12 short film treatment scripts...nothing illegal or provoking unrest amongst your prisoners.
Thank You Kindly
• I am shappy and grateful now I am working on 5 films with Eli Roth and Q. Tarantino.
• I am so happy and grateful I am President of Young Money Film Division courtesy of GOD, Myself and lil Wayne aka Tunechi my favorite mentor
• I am so happy and grateful my published book containing the animation and feature film script and treatment has been received by lil Wayne in NYC jail hassle free and he is in the process of contacting me to fly me out to get paperwork done
• I am so happy and grateful my first published feature film script was picked up and optioned and I was paid $1,000,000 for it quickly as if it were destined
• I am so happy and grateful lil Wayne wasted no time whatsoever in reaching back out to me in letting me become part of Young Money
• I am so happy and grateful the Young Money and Cash Money family supports my passion and looks out for me while welcoming me into their family, which I appreciate so franking much.
• Just in case- 678.760.0704 [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]), [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]),
• The number 1 characteristic of an alpha male is the smile and I can’t help but smile wider than usual after actually sending this to you
• The only way to really get signed with Young Money is to feel like I already am and I really do feel like Young Money Film’s newest phenom
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• Whether you decide to meet me or not, at least contact me and let me know pls. It would be greatly appreciated and I really hope you at least received this.
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8/12/2010 9:28:22 PM
“You can’t be broke and happy, so me I’m MAD RICH”- “Throw it in the Bag” from “No Ceilings”
Dear Wayne,
I condensed 5 intro pages into 1 to catch your attention. (Later on the 5 pages can be read in full.) Basically, I am 20, graduated high school in 2008. If YOUNG MONEY FILMS exist, I want to work my way up to the highest available position. My passions are reading, writing and speaking. I have been writing original poems since I was 7.
You are such a mobile and goal oriented person, it’s challenging to get something in your hands, no homo. The purpose of this publication is to convey to you, Wayne, how valuable I believe I am regarding YOUNG MONEY FILM’s eternal success. With the right amount of experience I can be a serious threat, a real serious threat. On an interview you mentioned wanting to step in front of the camera a likkle more (likkle Wayne). Out of all the Hollywood studios I would prefer to enter Hollywood thru YOUNG MONEY FILMS and if given the chance, I’ll personally make sure you earn a billion units of currency due to our organized efforts. I just want your co-sign. What Baby did for you, I want a similar opportunity. If by some GODLY force your eyes are actually feasting upon this written material, my biggest dreams are being realized. On your “Behind the Music” you said “being able to say I was CASH MONEY were some of the happiest moments of my life.” In my bedroom closet I have 52 pictures for inspiration while writing movies and you’re on 12 out of 52.
I imagine just how wonderful it actually feels to be “Young Money FILMS”. On the original “I want dis forever” Drake said “I’m so UN-SIGNED; it would blow one’s mind.” And on the “official” “Forever”, he was YOUNG MONEY. I want to earn my way there. So if this never reached you, you would never know how crushed I truly am, my eyes are becoming teary but I deserve everything I receive. So if I deserve at Least 1 physical audition to prove my value to your camp, please grant it.
If you can not feel my passion through these pages then I ask you to fly me out to your location once free from prison. You will definitely sense my passion in person. On your “weezy thanx you” website you requested fans only send you 1 page letters but I am a business partner thus, an entire published book. I thank you for at least opening it. So I want to end the introduction briefly summarizing 3 movie ideas I am currently outlining.
“Ah Hell Naw!” An original idea courtesy of YOUNG MONEY FILMS: I’m walking around my old job carrying a notebook and it got me thinking, the scariest thing to a creative artist would be if something was hell bent on stealing my ideas. Like Wayne just imagine, some devilish creature ACTUALLY stealing your rhymes before you can record them and completely wiping your memory of it. It never fails; a creature whose purpose was to steal your drive, your passions, your hobbies, is basically stealing your life force.
5 They just leave you lethargic. To some people, this is worse than death. The theme and moral is “chores don’t kill, so get them done.”

1. Steven Spielberg scared the crap out of the world with “Jaws”. The next YOUNG MONEY FILMS

commercial hit is this: over the last million years, the oceans began drying up and sharks began evolving to live on land. They operate like big cats do basically. Where “Jaws” made it unsafe for people to swim, this makes it unsafe for people to be outside period. That’s what makes it so scary, in “Jaws” you had to swim to be a victim, here it is so different. It’s not realistic but once immersed in the story, you are so happy it may never happen. And if Sharks do in fact evolve to live on land, we called it 1st with GOD’s help here at YOUNG MONEY. These sharks pounce like tigers, lions and panthers. They evolve to the point where they have wings. It will be a fantasy and all the explanations come from evolution, not genetic mutation, that’s outdated. Where the Jaws poster had the shark swallowing a person from the bottom, our film will have the Great white shark swallowing the person from the top; he’s flying down. I see so much potential in this film particularly. Monday, August 09, 2010 8/9/2010 4:24:54 PM
The Blockkk is Hot Volume 1, Episode 1: Running from the Police
FADE IN
3 African American teenage males are being pulled over for a “routine” traffic stop. The on duty officers are white of course. The responding officer calls in for backup to even out the citizen to police officer ratio. 2 more police squad cars arrive on the scene. An officer from the 2nd squad car walks slowly to the left side, watching the back seat passenger. The 1st officer runs the vehicle’s license plate for warrants and or tickets. The initial police officer finally gets out of his car and walks over to the driver of the vehicle.
The 1st officer asks the driver for his driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance. The driver is extremely nervous but nonetheless he complies. The officer receives the information and walks back over to his squad car. The officer from the 3rd car walks over to the 1st officer’s car door. They both engage in conversation over what they are allowed to do with the “suspects”.
The three African American males observe their environment and notice the 2nd police officer watching over them. Suddenly a van carrying 6, including the driver, African American adult males armed with specialized weapons notices the scene. They pull over on
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the opposite side of the road several hundred feet away from the “traffic” stop.
They drop off 2 passengers, each armed with a high powered sniper rifle to “spot” them. The other 4 passengers viciously load, cock and aim their sub- machine guns towards the “innocent” police officers. The 2 snipers each aim at their respective officer’s head and fire. This leaves 2 of the 3 officers down and fatally injured.
The African American teenage male located in the backseat is the first to notice the 2nd officer as he falls to the ground. Blood is sprayed on the window and in his view. The 2nd officer is hit by the 2nd sniper and his accurate hollow point bullet. This scares the 1st officer shit-less because he is closest to the 2nd officer and is now the only one left alive. The van full of single purpose driven cop killers is now side by side the 1st squad car and the 3 armed passengers already have their door open. These same gunmen riddle the officer with one round of semi automatic bullets. The officer is not able to return fire quickly enough and thus never stood a chance.
While this is going on, the 3 African American teenage males are jumping in their seats. They then all duck down because they have no idea what is going on. They realize the police officers are under fire but they don’t know from who, why, and if they themselves are also targets.
They are obviously not because if they were, they too would be slumped in their vehicle as well. The 3 armed passengers leave their sub machine guns in the van, only take 1 silenced pistol and one 9mm with them as they exit the van.
The cop killers pull the 1st police officer’s dead corpse from “his” squad car and lay him on the 2nd officer in an assumed homosexual position as a joke. Each cop killer relocates into a squad car and prepares to drive off. Right at this moment another squad car is seen driving down the road at a calm pace. The new squad car slows down to investigate the interesting scene. The gunman in the bloodiest squad car cocks and aims both his pistols at the new squad car as a defensive tactic.
It is now revealed the driver of the investigating squad car is JARVIS, the 2nd in command of this “elite” and
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“exquisitely prepared operation”. JARVIS rolls down the window and smiles at his soldiers. He tells the soldiers to “keep up the outstanding progress” and drives off as he turns on the police car sirens and flashing lights.
The 1st gunman walks over to the teenager’s car and returns his driver license. He tells the driver he is free to go, his license is clean and hands him a brochure to attend a meeting based on what they just witnessed here. As the 3 gunmen drive off calmly in all different directions the camera freezes and the title credits roll. The “Tyga Tyga song La La La Boom” song plays as the credits play out.
Once the credits finish we cut to JARVIS meditating silently and alone in his bedroom closet. We observe him taking his 1st 5 deep inhalations and exhalations. We cut to JARVIS in his high school cafeteria in the 11th grade. JARVIS is sitting at a table filled with people chattering about him, about others, to him and to others. He is bored of this and gets up to throw away his empty food tray.
He tells his table he will meet them after school lets out as he heads to the library. JARVIS heads into the school library and gives the librarian his school identification. He observes a class sitting with their teacher at the middle of the library receiving a lecture of some sort. He walks over to the student computer area and takes a seat. He logs into his account and pulls up internet explorer 8. He googles afro centricity and is taken to www.thetalkingdrum.com.
The talking drum website is full of an abundance of detailed information regarding America’s race relations “policies”. He clicks on a tab titled “Cointelpro” identifying what Cointelpro really is. He reads on Cointelpro until the lunch bell rings 15minutes later.
He has 25 pages left and he prints out 5 pages on Cointelpro and exits the library after picking up his heaven sent information. He walks into his class and as he enters the room, the camera doesn’t follow him in. We cut back to JARVIS meditating in his closet. We see JARVIS taking 5 more breaths before we cut to him giving an arousing speech at a nearby youth center in a NYC neighborhood.
JARVIS
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WE SHALL NEVER AGAIN BE NEUTRALIZED...WE SHALL INSTEAD SHOOT UNTIL WE DIE!!!
We cut back to JARVIS meditating. JARVIS stands up, puts a shirt on and exits the closet. He has his loaded shotgun strapped around his back safely to avoid shooting himself. He sits at his study desk and draws out the final blueprints of his latest plans. On top his bookshelf, away from the other books are 2 books on police dispatching systems and 1 book on proper grenade usage and handling.
We cut to a group of armed soldiers exiting a black “cable company” van. 4 African American males pull ghostface masks over their faces, load their automatic rifles and with heavy determination enter a doomed police precinct. There are 4 men on the “bad side”: CARLOS, JOSE, ALEX and DANIEL. CARLOS is the commanding officer of this particular squad and enters the building with DANIEL by his side. They both waste no time in firing upon the innocent and ignorant police officers.
They really have little time to execute their plans due to the visibility of their artillery and their face masks. CARLOS shoots 3 cops in the face, neck and back, back to back to back. DANIEL takes out 2 more officers with his rifle while ALEX throws a smoke grenade over DANIEL’s shoulder. JOSE equips himself to ALEX’s right side and throws an armed war grenade into the hallway of the police station. Just as the upstairs officers head downstairs with their game face on, they are blown away “right on time”.
As the smoke fills up the room, all 4 assailants release heavy fire upon the hidden police officers even more. They hear more screams from the cops and are now unsure how many more they have killed. They all head outside of the police station through the front door. CARLOS radios the driver, JARVIS, to return and pick them up. As JARVIS pulls up, they all notice back up police officer squad cars stopping on the corner to “engage” them in battle.
Just then, JARVIS jumps out of the vehicle, mask on his face, grenade launcher in hand and aims steadily at the cop cars. He successfully blows them all up. The explosion knocks everyone except JARVIS to the ground. They all get up, get inside the van and drive off. JARVIS is happier at this outcome than one may expect or be able to stomach.
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We now cut to a black screen reading: “Chapter 1, Laying Plans”. Cut to JARVIS standing at the head of a table with a room full of warriors listening to his every word. He explains the process of war, “it is an art”.
We cut to JARVIS and CARLOS walking in front of a different police station with land mines in their hands. They kneel down together and each plant 5 mines in a line as a trap. They then both throw 3 smoke grenades and 2 war grenades into the police station. They both walk away calmly to the corner where ALEX is waiting in the van.
As they open the van door, the 4 grenades blow up and 2 dead officers are blasted into the empty street. As they close the van door they notice the smoke exiting the building and 5 officers run out of the building in fear and curiosity. All 5 of these oblivious officers activate a separate land mine and are effectively terminated in the blast. The van drives off away from the “unwarranted chaos”. JARVIS is still seen laughing uncontrollably or giggling like a giddy little school girl, whichever feels best. We cut back to JARVIS’ lesson plans.
We cut to JARVIS speaking to an African American militant sniper about an upcoming battle. 3 police cruisers responding to an “emergency call” park on the block. JARVIS asks the sniper, SUNNY, if he is ready and SUNNY responds in the affirmative. JARVIS walks down the stairs as he polishes his left oozy. He puts it in his left gun shoulder strap and then pulls out his right oozy. He tells himself “One at a time JARVIS, just one at a time. All things come to those who act as if and who believe in CHRIST.”
JARVIS walks through bushes taller than him quietly enough to position himself right next to an unsuspecting officer. The officer’s partner notices the oozy barrel sticking out of the bush and right when he opens his mouth; BOOM! The sniper’s 1st kill assisted JARVIS’ 1st kill. As the 1st officer investigates his partner’s body, JARVIS guns him down with the oozy. Since 2 officers have been gunned down, the remaining 4 officers call in for back up as they are engaged in heavy gunfire.
Now they realize it is a horrible set up by armed
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citizens. JARVIS shoots the windshield to pieces while SUNNY shoots down one more officer. This leaves 2 more and JARVIS precisely pitches an armed grenade into the squad car. SUNNY the sniper takes out the last squad car with a rocket launcher. (This is designed to make the audience laugh due to dramatic irony; neither JARVIS nor the cops know a rocket launcher has entered the equation). JARVIS is blown 5 feet away from the site. The scene freezes and cuts back to JARVIS and his lesson plans.
We cut to JARVIS and ALEX driving in the by now so recognizable van, not to the police but to the audience. They park the car 50 yards away from a police officer occupied with giving someone a ticket. JARVIS exits the van, loads up his favorite pink sniper rifle, aims it at the officer’s head and positions himself.
Just in case the officer has a partner in the passenger side ALEX loads his sniper rifle, aims it where the passenger would exit the vehicle and alerts JARVIS of his readiness. JARVIS executes the cop and as the bullet exits the chamber, the camera zooms out, pans over to the cop’s perspective and the officer then falls to the ground. We cut back to JARVIS’ lesson plans.
JARVIS Always remember lack of planning brings about defeat.
We cut to a high school lecture given by a retiring police officer dated 2 weeks before the 1st attack on the police forces officially commenced. 20 students enter into their criminal justice 2nd period one after the other. As they position themselves into their seats, their teacher, Mr. BRADLEY, announces the day’s special guest. Officer O’Charley begins his lecture. A student, DESTIN, asks the officer a question about his utility belt. Officer O’Charley answers DESTIN’s question.
We cut to a masked gunman brandishing a double barreled shotgun. He is walking behind an unsuspecting police officer giving a traffic ticket on the side of the road. The criminal shoots the officer in the head and neck twice in rapid succession, as it should be. He then steals the officer’s car and drives off calmly.
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We cut back to Officer O’Charley’s school lesson. He is explaining the obvious usefulness of his handcuffs. We cut to 2 officers responding to an “emergency call” at a local residence. A white couple is arguing outside at each other with a bat and a machete in their hands. The police officers exit the car and immediately brandish their trusty firearms.
They ask the couple to put their weapons away and step over to the vehicle. 2 masked white men in all black clothing ambush the bitch ass police officers. The 1st white man, TJ, shoots the 1st cop in the neck with a tranq gun. As the next officer turns around to investigate and then shoot, the other white man DARWIN guts him like a fish with his freshly sharpened Katana.
TJ walks over to the “sleeping” officer and handcuffs him with his own handcuffs. DARWIN ties a black bag over his head, ties a rope around his neck extra tight and he and TJ lift the officers one by one back into their cars. TJ and DARWIN get in the squad car, drive it to the corner and park it sideways; blocking the road off partially. As they exit the car they each arm 2 grenades, leave them in the car and walk back down to the crime scene as the car explodes. The explosion serves as the transition to the next scene.
We see Officer O’Charley answering a question from student ADAM WAGNER concerning his upcoming retirement. Officer O’Charley informs ADAM of his gut feeling to leave the force. He feels something horrible is being plotted by “horrible” people. He then goes on to say he could just be “horribly wrong.” We cut to JARVIS, once again laying out the “business plans”. We cut to 5 police officers inside a police precinct discussing recent arrests. Their names are STEVEN, NICOLAS, JACK, WILLIAM TYRELL and TOMMY LEE.
STEVEN So I’m taking this guy in for disturbing the peace and being drunk in public right, and all of sudden he decides to puke all over my back seat. It was just so disgusting man, like seriously. How am I supposed to drive that car around town now? I kind of wished I had just left him be. TOMMY LEE Ah man STEVEN that’s nothing bro. I responded to a call about 3 months ago, epileptic seizure or something of that nature. Right as the paramedics arrive on the scene this lady starts puking in my arms. NICOLAS puts his arm around TOMMY LEE’s shoulder as he
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pokes fun at him, smile on his face
NICOLAS I didn’t even know people could vomit while under seizures. TOMMY LEE shifts his position so he and NICOLAS are having a heart to heart conversation. NICOLAS’ arm falls off of TOMMY LEE’s shoulder as a result.
TOMMY LEE I know right! That’s exactly what I’m saying. I know now though. But all in all though, I gave that nice lady some comfort in her time of need so it’s not a big deal at all. Now you on the other hand STEVEN...that shit’s just funny as fuck. At this moment the police station door opens and 5 ball- like items are slung violently in all directions inside the building. The officers are still trying to figure out what is happening when the items start fulfilling their purposes. One item is a homemade tear gas canister, another is a smoke grenade, one is a poison gas canister and two are live, war grenades designed to maim, kill and neutralize. The 5 officers along with the rest of the people inside the building begin to gag, choke, cough and suffocate before the grenade blows them up.
We cut back to JARVIS and his lesson plans.
JARVIS Ok so, Chapter 3: Attacking by stratagem; the easiest part. JARVIS pulls the sides of his sports jacket closer together symbolizing his inner confidence.
JARVIS So here are the rules: if our forces are 10 to our enemy’s 1, we surround him.
We cut to a white male in all blue and a gas mask walking up very quickly to a local police precinct. He pulls out 5 ball like items from his bag, drops the bag and opens the police station double doors. He launches all 4 weapons into the police station, closes the door, picks up his bag and makes a dash for the corner. A black cable van arrives to pick him up. He enters the vehicle and they drive off as the explosions occur. We cut to a police officer walking out of a coffee shop with a brew in his hand. We see a white man in all black with a Halloween mask on smashing the cop’s squad car up with a spiked baseball bat. The cop, outraged, brandishes his pistol after dropping his coffee on the ground.
OFFICER DALY
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Freeze bitch! Hands up now! What the fuck do you think you’re doing man? What’s wrong with you man? Are you insane? ZACHARY JUKEL I didn’t do it...I fucking swear. It was a black dude. ZACK puts his hands up after dropping the bat. 10 machine gun brandishing African American militants appear from around the corner and gun down OFFICER DALY with immense ease.
ZACK What took you all so long man? I was almost dead! CORNELIUS He wasn’t going to kill you JUKEL man, you white. ZACK Yea, bet. CORNELIUS Let’s lift this sack of shit up and place his ass on top of his squad car, since he cares ‘bout it so much. Both ZACK and CORNELIUS lift up the dead officer on top of his cruiser. ZACK pours gasoline all over his body and inside the car. CORNELIUS strikes a match and throws it inside the car and the big group disperses before the flames attract more officers and firemen.
CORNELIUS Ok, this motherfucker’s toast, let’s skedaddle. We cut back to JARVIS explaining the plans. We cut to an interracial teenage couple sitting on a couch listening to music playing from a white laptop.
CARTER How was economics today SASHA? SASHA Oh it was just grand (very enthusiastically) Mr. Woods is just so freaking entertaining man. He was telling us of a story about a student he had on the 1st day of school a few years ago. He was an Asian student drinking water out a tall, plastic bottle. Mr. Woods kept noticing the student laughing and blurting out random nonsense right? CARTER Um hum, keep going. SASHA So Mr. Woods walks over to the student’s desk, picks up the bottle, opens it and smells it. He then figured out it was some sort of hard liquor and had to suspend the student. So his moral was water only, but he had to be allowed to smell it first. It was much funnier coming straight from him. I mean, his facial expressions are priceless man. CARTER Yea, that was pretty entertaining. You do a great job SASHA. You really do. SASHA leans in to kiss CARTER on the lips. She puts her hand on his cheek and keeps it there longer than
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necessary which shows how much she does adore him.
SASHA Ok, now your turn boo, tell me a funny story taking place in high school pls.
CARTER looks up and to the right, gathers the appropriate memory and begins.
CARTER Ok, I have one. CARTER sits up straight to better illustrate his short tale.
CARTER My junior year at Salem, there was this new girl from Upstate New York. Her name was BELINDA SOSA. People called her BELLA. Boy was she beautiful, but nevertheless, we never ever spoke. So one day I’m talking to DIAMOND, a good friend of mine, after school and she gives me BELLA’s phone number. This was when I had a boost mobile cell phone and BELLA also had a Nextel. So that allowed us to chirp each other. You know about chirping right? SASHA You mean the walkie talkie feature right? CARTER Yes, exactly. So anyway right, later on that night I decide to engage in premature acts known commonly as prank calling. She has no idea who I am so I chirp her every morning as I walk to the bus stop right. Next thing you know her popular boy friend, TREY NEWTON, chirped me back and said he was hell bent on whooping my ass.
SASHA leans in closer to CARTER’s chin, looks up at him with a smile on her face and asks him
SASHA So were you in the least bit afraid? CARTER Oh yes, he was so popular, I was like ‘maybe I should stop soon.’ SASHA So did you stop then? CARTER Hell to the fuck Nah. Both SASHA and CARTER share a hearty laugh together. CARTER One day she chirps me and uses my full name, CARTER SIMMONS. SASHA’s eyes widen up in complete surprise and suspense. CARTER I was like, what in the hell? I was so scared man, like how’d she get my whole government name? Turns out when I chirped her, my information was also sent to her. By then it was a little too late but I still decided to change my information for future reference purposes. CARTER So a few days later I’m in the lunchroom, standing in a long line waiting to buy a lunch. All of a sudden, bleep bleep, my phone starts going off. Somebody was chirping me. The 1st thing
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popping in my mind was ‘hell nah, this girl trying to find me. She’s trying to jam a nigga up man.’ She almost had me too. I figured she was also in the lunchroom somewhere so I secretly pull my phone out and turn that bitch off. Maybe I wasn’t slick enough and she had somebody looking out for me and they saw me. So after school as I’m walking down the stairs to my bus I turn my phone back on and chirp her. We made jokes about how she almost caught me. She called me a punk for being afraid of her boyfriend. SASHA So where’s the climax and resolution? I wanna finish nibbling on your ears and once it’s out of my system, you can return the favor. Only if that’s cool with you though. CARTER So here’s the end; I’m in literature class sitting at a table full of women, as it should be. All of a sudden TIFFANY GREEN walks over to me and asks me; ‘are you CARTER SIMMONS?’ and I’m like Noooo. She then says ‘yes you are man!’ then I say ‘yes I am but why.’ She just says ‘oh no reason.’ I pretty much figured out what was going on because I recognized TIFFANY as part of BELLA’s clique. So a few days later I’m posted up eating lunch away from the cafeteria and all of a sudden BOOM! Both TIFFANY and BELLA walk up to me and it so shocked me SASHA. I promise SASHA, I didn’t faint but it was intense. BELLA’s just there smiling all in my face like we’re friends and everything. At that point, the chirp fest was over, my game was up. She had figured me out with the help of a friend. Had TIFFANY never been in my lit. class it probably could’ve gone on much longer too. So before she walked away I screamed out ‘BELLA’, she turns around and I continued ‘did you think I was going to hurt you?’ She shook her head no and called me a pussy. We never spoke after this but if she did see me, I’m sure she laughed to herself. Ok so story over SASHA, my ear’s ready.
SASHA laughs and continues to nibble on CARTER’s ear.
We cut to JARVIS laying plans.

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During week 4 or 5, while the jury was out, a spectator parked herself down in the jury box. She left after Judge Newman told her she couldn't sit there.
I was amazed by this.
Does anyone know how this happened? Was there security in the courtroom?

Borbert met her husband when she was living in Sawpit sucking infected miner cocks for a nickel and a Snickers - her blown out street meat was so filthy with maggots and mayo that she had resorted to using her dirty hateful toothless maw to earn a living the hard way sucking brown bloody loads out of throbbing shit and pimple covered stinkhammers in the garbage alley behind the bar. That's when she met her knight in shining armor. He was jacking off over by the slide in a kids park and trying to take preteen upskirt photos, eating cold microwave pizza rolls and dipping them in yellow mustard. When Boebert and her bastard daughter approached him there, he dropped his napkin full of totino's, ejaculated on the playground dirt and said "Well hello there handsome, wanna fuck in the back of my F150? I got a dirty mattress and a partly used rubber." The rest, as they say, is history.

He now pulls out the remote, presses the detonate button and puts it back into his pocket. As he is now 2 blocks away, he hears the independent explosions and observes in ‘horror’ as smoke from the grenades and fire rise up into the sky. NAPOLI takes a taxi cab back to his uptown apartment. As he enters his home, he receives a cell phone call from JARVIS.
JARVIS lets NAPOLI know step 2 is complete as well and step 3 is ready. We cut to the events of “step 2”. Step 2 involves JARVIS and his loyal team stealing access into several police dispatch stations. They disable, neutralize and kidnap those in charge. We cut to NAPOLI walking into his master bedroom’s bathroom, he slightly closes the door and relieves himself.
He washes his hands, takes a great shower and dries himself off 30minutes later. He pulls some facial make up paint out from underneath the counter and then begins to apply it carefully to his face. After a few minutes of applying the war paint, NAPOLI checks himself out thoroughly in the mirror and heads into his living room. He sets up his video camcorder and positions himself right in front of the glass balcony door for lighting purposes. He pulls out a remote control for the camcorder and hits the record button.
As the red light appears he “Cranks that Soulja Boy” for 5 seconds to build up his energy and begins his dictation.
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NAPOLI
Ladies and gentlemen; salutations. The government name is Jebediah Bush and I would like to say right off the bat; I am sorry for your loss. It is such a tragedy when our braze public service officers have to die on duty, saving our streets from these dangerous, criminals. What is even more tragic is these brave, souls were gunned down and blown up.
NAPOLI starts to laugh after saying blown up. We cut to clips of 10 different police officers being killed while they had other drivers pulled over for “routine” stops. The 1st cop is pulled over on the side of the road with his speed detector outside the window.
Some militant van passengers shoot a grenade launcher twice into the car. The 2nd cop is walking outside of a burger restaurant and meets 2 hooded figures with semi automatic weapons. They empty the clips on him and blow up his car as well. The 3rd officer is sitting inside his patrol unit when a rock hits his trunk.
As he turns his focus towards the noise he hears a thump on top of his hood. The sound is the feet of a shotgun wielding bad ass, white and noticeably pregnant female. The expecting mother kills the officer in warm blood. The 4th and 5th cops are responding to a call made from a local house. 10 hooded figures beat the cops to death with spiked baseballs and baseball bats.
The next 5 were all sniped on their way to and fro a local precinct. Some officers respond to the sight of there fallen comrades and shoot shots back at the snipers. 1 sniper falls from his window perch. We cut back to NAPOLI’s video.
NAPOLI
They were blown up on their own turf, what a cotton picking shame, right America? Like who would do something like this? I know what you’re thinking; it was me. But no, not entirely, I am merely a participant. I do however possess the authority over these “missions” and I apologize for exercising, my authority. But on a lighter note, here are the facts which represent why...we took such a heinous situation into our hands, and dumped it...into, your, lives.
“Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for a crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, nor any place subjected to their jurisdiction.” The 13th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution. Why’d it have to be the 13th Amendment, we all know for a fact...
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NAPOLI pulls out a paintball pistol with a silencer and shoots the wall as he says “fact”.
NAPOLI
13 is a highly, unlucky number. But maybe we should cease believing in this phenomena entitled luck for the simple fact
NAPOLI walks out of view as he says “for the simple fact”.
Right before NAPOLI says his next line he moves back into focus, moves his face closer to the camera
He calmly expresses these next words with the sincerest smile
NAPOLI
Luck did nothing to save the majority of the same lives you now mourn or at least acknowledge!!!
NAPOLI now walks back to his original spot and sits on his purple stool, a ‘The Joker’ reference.
NAPOLI
And here I thought the 13th Amendment actually abolished slavery, but I was horribly wrong. All it did was create a façade while an even more oppressive system was being created and implemented. It has been proven the CIA import drugs into the black community establishing an illegal drug economy thus criminalizing our precious, community. It’s just not so precious anymore now is it? Then the state placed more police into our communities while passing racial legislation insuring our imprisonment. Now black youth make up less than 15% of the population aged 10 to 17 yet are 26% of all juvenile arrests, 46% in public long-term institutions and 56% of those sent to criminal courts. Slavery never ended in the U.S. It just merely changed its muthafucking appearance! They may no longer be able to snatch us up and put us on the auction block but they can however, charge us with a crime first, find us guilty and then put us on the auction block in this new prison industrial complex. So if you all out there are still wondering why we would commit such inhumane acts against our fellow man, then I am obviously not the sick one.
Laws in 13 states, there’s that number again ya’ll, 13 states bar 510,000 African men from voting due to felony convictions. An additional 950,000 are ineligible to vote because of laws regarding felony offenders in prison, on parole or on probation in 46 states. 13% of African men are disenfranchised. By 2020 the proportion of African men without voting rights will grow to 1/3 and in some southern cities 1⁄2. A 1988 study by the FBI concludes Africans make up only 12% of our nation’s drug users while whites make up 80%. Based on Social Problems Vol. 44.No.1, 89% of police departments have paramilitary units. 46% have been trained by an active duty armed force person violating the Posse Comitatus Act of 1878 making it illegal for the military to act as police on U.S. territory or waters.
In New York City between 1990 and 1993, 117 people were killed by the police and an additional 271 were wounded.
28 We cut to the camera panning across 117 people standing in a row on the pavement. They are all being shot down in order; many of them use different ways of falling to the ground and dying. The camera shows 271 black people being handcuffed and hit with police batons and gun barrels.
NAPOLI
In 1998 the city paid out $40Million to resolve 739 claims and lawsuits accusing police brutality. In California in 1995, 122 people were killed by police and 33 were killed by police use of pepper spray.
Cut to 33 blacks being sprayed with pepper spray until they are all dead. A few of them are even shot.
NAPOLI
Based on the New York Times and San Francisco Chronicle.
In 1995 in California 43% of inmates imprisoned for a third “strike” under the new “Three Strikes” law were African, even though Africans represent only 7% of the total state population and 1/5 of all Californians arrested for felonies. Whites make up 53% of the state population and account for a third of all felony arrests but are less than 25% of the inmates serving prison terms for “third strike” convictions based on the San Francisco Chronicle.
There are now 2,000,265 people in prison and jail in the U.S. California alone has the third largest prison population in the world. 70% of the prison population is either African or Latino.
The San Francisco Chronicle showed in 1998 the largest decline of crime on record was led by an 11% drop in robbery and an 8% drop in homicide. The prison population continues to rise at an alarming rate even though violent crime has been declining. The majority of the prison population is non violent drug offenders.
83% of Federal Crack Defendants are African and 4.1% are white, even though African people account for 38% of all crack users and white people account for 52% based on the U.S. Sentencing Commission, Feb.1995. So where are the white users? They are in treatment centers. Where are the African users? In prison of course.
Now listen closely shit breaks, here’s where it gets mighty interesting: 5 grams of crack cocaine gets the exact same mandatory minimum sentence of five years without parole as 500 grams of powder cocaine and 100 grams of heroin, both of which are more likely to be possessed by a white person.
In California, since 1980, the state legislature has continually decreased funding for its state-run colleges and universities, resulting in 8,000 fewer jobs. In the same period, it created 26,000 new jobs in prisons and incarcerated 112,000 new prisoners based on Ecology of Fear by Mike Davis 1998. All hail Mike Davis bitches.
So as far as facts go...for right now those are my chosen facts I am sharing with you all watching today. If this message is distorted and I personally view said footage...Your ass going down Sir Ma’am.
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Our 1st official demand: if 90% of the entire country’s prison inmates incarcerated under non violent drug offender charges are not released within 5days of this tape being viewed...more police precincts and privately owned gas stations...are going down. And you all don’t really want to watch all being said actually, go down. But then again, fin again on the 4th of July right America?
NAPOLI makes a real goofy, kiddy facial expression to the audience.
NAPOLI
Shit, cue the fireworks right?
NAPOLI pulls out the remote control and stops recording. We cut to a clock striking 3AM and 100 black soldiers in flame retardant suits running through an empty grocery store parking lot. 5 of them run up to a nearby gas station and strap multiple bombs to all the pumps and trash cans. They throw rocks through the attendant’s station and toss remote controlled grenades inside.
They also pour gasoline they brought from home all over the gas station area. The rest of the soldiers break into the grocery store to trigger the alarm and take their places. There are militant snipers on the roof just awaiting the heavy police crusade to roll on through. 50 armed soldiers lace many different land mines and proximity mines along with remote controlled grenades and smoke grenades for the incoming police officers. There are also snipers observing through nearby trees and apartment buildings.
The 5 bomb crew members retreat into the store as they detonate their respective bombs. BOOM! The soldiers begin their attack by blowing up the gas station and waiting for the responding units to arrive. The blast reaches all throughout the store and flames are seen hovering right above the soldier’s heads as they duck for cover. The glass windows shatter as well as various forms of destruction. 10minutes later 2 fire trucks and 10 squad cars arrive on scene. TOMMY LEE is the 1st person on the militant side to draw police blood. He uses his trademarked grenade launcher and bazooka to blow holes right through the squad cars. Once this happens the officers realize this is a setup and they are now under heavy attack.
The officers radio in for immediate and heavily armed backup. We cut to militant soldiers entering the dairy coolers, opening the sliding doors used to refill the milk and positioning their different weapons next to milk gallons. TOMMY LEE heads outside of the store.
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TOMMY LEE pulls his AK-47 off of his back, swings it around and blasts several rounds into the remaining cop cars. He succeeds in hitting a few officers. TOMMY LEE then retreats back into the store. 10 minutes later 30 more officers arrive at the scene in dismay and disbelief. They hear shots inside the store and proceed into it with extreme caution.
As they tip toe to the back of the store they approach the dairy cooler. The weapons are all in position and as the 1st canister of poison gas is released an officer notices and screams to warn his doomed partners. All officers begin shooting the milk gallons and milk then begins spilling all over the floor.
Several of the militant soldiers are hit by the cop’s bullets and are killed. The remaining militant soldiers wipe out 20 of the officers in the dairy section with their guns, submachine guns, harpoons, cross-bows and other unique weapons. A group of 10 militant soldiers reveal themselves from behind a product display and begin firing oozy rounds at the remaining 10 officers.
A masked figure of the militant soldier squad appears from the opposite side of the store and whistles. He uses his radio to alert the crew it is time to exit. All the soldiers throw down proximity mines and time bombs behind them as they make their exit. We cut to 10 more police squad cars parking in the flaming parking lot. These fresh officers readily and very carefully enter the murder scene once serving as a grocery store.
We cut back to the militant soldiers exiting the store. As they reach the back of the employees only section of the store they blow open the door used for the delivery trucks. They go down the stairs, some hop over the rail and they all make their way to a neighborhood where the vans are waiting for them undisturbed.
As they jump the fence into the neighborhood, they all detonate their bombs. This happens as a new wave of police officers begin to enter the grocery establishment. The majority of them are blown back into walls, their cars and some officers are literally blown limbless.
As the soldiers get into the same vans they arrived in they ask how many hostages the drivers managed to pick up. They all proceed to drive far away from the “drama”. We cut to a few workers of the grocery store arriving to work on time many hours later. They are in utter disbelief and shock when they
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notice the current condition of their place of employment. This is meant to be somewhat comical.
We cut back to NAPOLI readying to record yet another episode of “FUCK YOU AMERICAN OPPRESSORS!!!”
NAPOLI
We have more demands, much more my fellow citizens. And if the world is watching, please support our cause if you can feel where we are aiming from. If you all can see where we came from and are now coming at. If you can touch the victory we are prepared to die for, we have been dying all our stay in America’s Great Glory. If you can hear the voices we hear at night, of the heaven’s shore; or at least if you can smell what the rock is cooking!
We cut to 2:30AM when 5 masked gunmen set remote controlled bombs all around 10 different gas stations after they close and before they open up. As they drive off they detonate the bombs when they are at a safe distance. We cut back to NAPOLI and his “video conference”.
NAPOLI
So if anyone out there is questioning our motive for blowing up flammable gas refueling stations. Ah yes, our second point. Henry Ford imagined a world where the drivers of his cars grew their own fuel. It wasn’t even called gasoline; it was labeled Hemp oil I believe. And hemp is only where marijuana originates from. And to think; we rarely hear of Hemp, just marijuana. So with that said; marijuana is to be made legal in 6 days, there you go. Everyday including today, starting yesterday, gas stations are being emptied out of all authorized personnel and then blown into oblivion. You may perceive it as unjust violence and destruction while we simply see it as it is; we are just preparing for our met demands. At the end of the day, any rational person can understand our reasonable requests. The specific circumstance is extreme yes; but so were your actions way beforehand. Enough talk though, for today. Talk is cheap and we have expensive budgets over here shifty shawty. So advice to the fearful and hopeful public, stay away from all gas stations, fill up and go. At any moment they are liable to blow up and you are not targets at all people. Our demands being met will most definitely benefit your lifestyle and life quality forever. If you could in fact see our faces you will understand you won’t see those 50 yrs from now. What we are doing is wrong, our victims are also wrong so, this is meant to help you all. So please America, let us help you. That’s a Uno!!!
NAPOLI now pulls out his remote, ends his recording session and proceeds to pull a table with various objects under a white sheet into the camera’s focus. NAPOLI presses record on the remote once more and resumes explaining.
NAPOLI
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Now here is an even juicier segment: in front of us is a table with a nice selection of the weapons of choice. If you are disturbed by this, then what more can I ask for?
NAPOLI pulls off the white sheet unveiling his weapons.
We cut to NAPOLI and his crew running up into a precinct and shooting poison gas canisters in the room along with smoke and war grenades. They run out as the building blows up. 5 seconds later, everybody is literally smoking from the bullets.
We cut to several officers being bombarded in the head and chest area with oozy bullets. NAPOLI
What’s a watermelon to do in a gunfight?’ First of all, the watermelons only initiate our prized conflicts.
We cut to a watermelon being launched thru a cop’s rear windshield while two armed gunmen riddle the officer and his partner with oozy bullets from the front. We cut back to NAPOLI
NAPOLI

This week has, objectively, been a horrible week. I was dumped out of nowhere, my job is falling apart, I got a flat tire somehow in my work parking lot on Friday so I couldn’t just go home, and I sliced my hand open with scissors.
However.
While I was waiting on help with the tire, I started crying. I started feeling like everything was falling apart, like I didn’t have a place in the world, etc. Then I decided to take the opportunity to sit outside and listen to the birds, people laughing, cars driving by, and also really lean into the feeling of coolness on my skin from the wind, and my mind was able to shut off.
I couldn’t really spin it into a positive thing because, honestly, none of those things are positive. However, I’m learning how to redirect extremely negative thoughts and emotions into neutral territory by breathing through it and pressing “pause” in my head.
Instead of thinking all of those negative thoughts, I was able to just think “it is what it is, it will be what it will be, you are okay” and breathe through it. I felt relieved.
I did not have this skill before meditating every day. I wasn’t ever able to just hush my brain for a minute so I could center myself.
I started meditation for the sake of helping my anxiety within that last relationship, but now I’m seeing that it’s actually a gift for myself and a gift that I’m so grateful to be able to keep receiving and giving.
That’s all. :)

My husband and I are owners of a retail store in the sin industry (we sell cannabis; it's legal here in Canada). All the different brands have sales reps that travel around to the different stores to promote their products, educate about their products and give out sell-sheets in the hopes you'll order a bunch of their stuff in. They also commonly drop off swag to either give away to customers or to staff. The relationships we have with these reps are important and my husband has weekly calls with quite a few of them. Sometimes a rep will call our store, and if my husband is away or busy, the staff will chat with the rep to get the lowdown on new product drops, price changes, etc and the staff will pass the message along to us.
So, last week a rep called the store and spoke to an employee. The rep had a package of stuff they wanted to mail to us which included some swag, sell sheets and samples, and they wanted to know where to mail the package to. The staff member gave the rep her personal address (we'll call her A). Our assistant manager caught wind of this and let me know about it, so I asked A about the rep who called. She told me who it was and which company they were from. I asked her flat out if the package was being sent to the store and she said yes.
A couple days later, there's a grocery bag on the office desk with the swag, sell sheets and samples from the rep. My husband (who we'll call Boss) was quite annoyed because to him, it looked like the package with his name on it had been opened by A. He had a discussion with two employees at work about not opening packages with his name on it. One of the employees said it had been sent to A's house and she brought it in. Boss says that A had lied to us as she said the package would be sent to the store.
Later that day, A shows up to the store (on her day off) very angry. She stomped up to the store, ripped the front door open and stood at the back of the sales floor with her feet planted, arms crossed and a scowl on her face for about 5 minutes while Boss is talking with another sales rep and the other staff are helping customers. Once Boss is free, he and A go to the back office area where A haughtily explains that she thought the rep was sending 2 boxes; one to the store and one to her. She goes on to say that the package had her name on it so she was allowed to open it and if Boss wanted, she could go climb in the dumpster to find the bubble mailer to prove it. She said she didn't take anything from it except for 2 pins and that she didn't lie. All Boss really said to her was that wasn't what she had originally told us. She turned on her heel, stomped out of the store and flung the front door open on her way out before peeling out of the parking lot.
Now, I'm obviously having a discussion with her and writing her up about her attitude, being hostile and poor behavior. Possibly thinking of termination. But I need advice about her having a box of stuff sent to her personally from a sales rep. Whether another box was being sent to the store or not, I feel as though she grossly overstepped as it would not be appropriate for her to deal with a rep like that. She has no say on which products we order, and most of the time, the swag and samples are sent to stores based on how much sales volume they have, not just because they're friends with you. Not to mention the fact that she withheld the information about stuff being sent to her house when I first asked her about it. Boss and I both feel that it was really shady of her and that had we not asked her about it, she would have kept a lot of it (if not all) for herself.
Would you consider this to be inappropriate?
TL;DR: A staff member gave their personal address to a sales rep for a box of goodies that were intended to be sent to the store/manager. Staff member is a basic employee with no authority. Was this inappropriate and an overstep worth writing them up over?

My dog and I were on our way to talking around the neighborhood. He gets super pumped at the beginning of our walks and will grab his leash and want to play with me in our yard, fetch w the leash, for a couple mins before we start walking. He’s a big guy, black lab/shepherd mix. Aside from us playing, I don’t walk him off leash in the neighborhood, safety reasons despite him being trained and we’ve had ppl/dogs run up on us to pet him and he’s not the most friendly if I’m not feeling it. Anyways, we started our walk. I put his leash on in front of/between my and my neighbors house and this car slows next to us but keeps driving. We get to a crossing and I see this same car parked at the stop sign and this old lady calls out about “if I know how uncomfortable I make /everyone/ in the neighborhood with my dog off leash” (he’s sitting, leashed) and I was actually confused as fuck and look at her like “off leash where?” And she’s like “I saw him in front of that house running around and it’s so scary how could you do that do you like making /everyone/ uncomfortable?” And I was just like ok come on and flat said “yes I live for it.” And in that moment these two little boys on their bike pull up and yell “Fuck off Karen” I didn’t even see them at first lmao they kept shouting “boo hooooo” and stuff and I was laughing so hard while this bitter woman just drove off. My dogs not a fan of kids but understood these r friends. They asked to pet him and he legit rubbed all over them and then we went off to finish our walk. There’s n real point to this story aside from the younger gen is definitely ruthless and I was thankful for an out from getting harassed

Together with one of my friends I was returning from the park of our city. The harsh weather had begun its reign and the wind was raising our locks. All we wanted was to get into her apartment, into the heat. Besides, the curtain of night was about to fall and darkness was the last place for two little girls scared of their own shadows. I didn't even get inside when my friend - Lori - got a call from her grandmother, asking her to come to her place to get some medicine. I offered to accompany her, so -sighing to ourselves- we started towards the grandmother's block, four blocks away. It was already dark outside and the street was lit only by lanterns. As soon as I purchased the required medicine, I took it from the place with a hasty step. However, passing in front of the gang that belonged to an abandoned building, I froze in place. From its depths I heard voices. We understood the words, but they all seemed inhuman to our tender thinking. Their sonority was like that of some evil specters and at one point a diabolical laugh arose from their sea. Hearts racing, we were just getting ready to kick her when my ears picked up the name Abbath (I later found out who it belonged to, and frankly, I would have preferred to find out after I became a Goth). I had heard that name countless times before, and wanting to know more, I crept slowly towards the source of the noises. Lori flinched and motioned for me in a trembling voice to turn around, but in my imprudence I ignored her and actually motioned for her to follow me. With nothing to do, she came after me, shaking harder like a piece of gelatin. Finally, we found ourselves at the entrance to a courtyard that looked like a hurricane had passed through it. The dry grass was littered with now empty packets of cigarettes, chips and - what really scared us - syringes. Then I saw those to whom they belonged. Huddled in a semicircle were five young men wearing clothing with gruesome images, satanic insignia, and tattoos representing faces of Evil. They were sitting with their backs to us, but even so I could feel their tormented souls. The blood simply froze in our veins. When one of them uttered a profanity, Lori couldn't control herself anymore and screamed at the top of her lungs, "DIE, SATANISTS!" before running away. The young men came back like wasp stung. Then my fearful gaze met their hateful gaze. However, since two of them had already followed us, determined to teach us a lesson, I ran after Lori. So we chased for a while, until -to our relief- we ran into a policeman. When I looked back, our pursuers were disappearing around the corner before the policeman saw them. I still have their faces etched in my mind. Faces on which I read cruelty and suffering.

Well hullo there. Big baldy beardo here.
Looking for someone local to fall for in the worst way (Not asking much, eh?) I have all the time in the world, and then some, to share with the right person. So if you're about talking to someone morning, noon, and night, feeling your heart flutter when your phone lights up, we might be on the same wavelength.
I'm a bit of a homebody, and that's not something I'm massively looking to shake up, but having someone eager to get out and about from time to time, get into misadventures on a whim, roll the dice at the train station and get stranded in Rochester or something? Sounds like fun to me.
Also pretty guarded at first, so anyone looking for a quick night of fun is probably better served by the dozens of other posts on here that are more in that vein.
A suite of little ambitions I have, if any of them resonate with you, that is probably a good thing.

• My perfect front room is his and hers TVs so that my partner and I can game togethein parallel in glorious harmony.
• I really want a Dachshund. I love dogs up and down, but recently I have become enamoured with the little sausage sods, so working towards that.
• I want to watch the sunrise on a grotty English beach to stoke the flames of nostalgia.
• I need to get to an aquarium. Definitely not because I'm a secret merman or anything, just like the fishies.
• When it warms up again, I want to start arting out and about. Full park bench action! Get some delightful scenery down on canvas.
• I'd love to visit more restaurants. I have the palate of a relatively abused dumpster, so I don't know good from bad, and could probably do with developing a better appreciation.

So if you wanna talk a whole heap, see if we make sense to meet and grab a drink or whatever it is people do these days, sling me a hey and tell me your most fabulous Playdoh creation or something?

Well hullo there. Big baldy beardo here.
Looking for someone local to fall for in the worst way (Not asking much, eh?) I have all the time in the world, and then some, to share with the right person. So if you're about talking to someone morning, noon, and night, feeling your heart flutter when your phone lights up, we might be on the same wavelength.
I'm a bit of a homebody, and that's not something I'm massively looking to shake up, but having someone eager to get out and about from time to time, get into misadventures on a whim, roll the dice at the train station and get stranded in Rochester or something? Sounds like fun to me.
Also pretty guarded at first, so anyone looking for a quick night of fun is probably better served by the dozens of other posts on here that are more in that vein.
A suite of little ambitions I have, if any of them resonate with you, that is probably a good thing.

• My perfect front room is his and hers TVs so that my partner and I can game togethein parallel in glorious harmony.
• I really want a Dachshund. I love dogs up and down, but recently I have become enamoured with the little sausage sods, so working towards that.
• I want to watch the sunrise on a grotty English beach to stoke the flames of nostalgia.
• I need to get to an aquarium. Definitely not because I'm a secret merman or anything, just like the fishies.
• When it warms up again, I want to start arting out and about. Full park bench action! Get some delightful scenery down on canvas.
• I'd love to visit more restaurants. I have the palate of a relatively abused dumpster, so I don't know good from bad, and could probably do with developing a better appreciation.

So if you wanna talk a whole heap, see if we make sense to meet and grab a drink or whatever it is people do these days, sling me a hey and tell me why chariot racing needs to make a comeback or something?

Well hullo there. Big baldy beardo here.
Looking for someone local to fall for in the worst way (Not asking much, eh?) I have all the time in the world, and then some, to share with the right person. So if you're about talking to someone morning, noon, and night, feeling your heart flutter when your phone lights up, we might be on the same wavelength.
I'm a bit of a homebody, and that's not something I'm massively looking to shake up, but having someone eager to get out and about from time to time, get into misadventures on a whim, roll the dice at the train station and get stranded in Rochester or something? Sounds like fun to me.
Also pretty guarded at first, so anyone looking for a quick night of fun is probably better served by the dozens of other subs on here that are more in that vein.
A suite of little ambitions I have, if any of them resonate with you, that is probably a good thing.

• My perfect front room is his and hers TVs so that my partner and I can game togethein parallel in glorious harmony.
• I really want a Dachshund. I love dogs up and down, but recently I have become enamoured with the little sausage sods, so working towards that.
• I want to watch the sunrise on a grotty English beach to stoke the flames of nostalgia.
• I need to get to an aquarium. Definitely not because I'm a secret merman or anything, just like the fishies.
• When it warms up again, I want to start arting out and about. Full park bench action! Get some delightful scenery down on canvas.
• I'd love to visit more restaurants. I have the palate of a relatively abused dumpster, so I don't know good from bad, and could probably do with developing a better appreciation.

So if you wanna talk a whole heap, see if we make sense to meet and grab a drink or whatever it is people do these days, sling me a hey and tell me which version of time travel in films you like best or something?

happy and grateful now I am working on 5 films with Eli Roth and Q. Tarantino.
• I am so happy and grateful I am President of Young Money Film Division courtesy of GOD, Myself and lil Wayne aka Tunechi my favorite mentor
• I am so happy and grateful my published book containing the animation and feature film script and treatment has been received by lil Wayne in NYC jail hassle free and he is in the process of contacting me to fly me out to get paperwork done
• I am so happy and grateful my first published feature film script was picked up and optioned and I was paid $1,000,000 for it quickly as if it were destined
• I am so happy and grateful lil Wayne wasted no time whatsoever in reaching back out to me in letting me become part of Young Money
• I am so happy and grateful the Young Money and Cash Money family supports my passion and looks out for me while welcoming me into their family, which I appreciate so franking much.
• Just in case- 678.760.0704 [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]), [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]),
• The number 1 characteristic of an alpha male is the smile and I can’t help but smile wider than usual after actually sending this to you
• The only way to really get signed with Young Money is to feel like I already am and I really do feel like Young Money Film’s newest phenom
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• Whether you decide to meet me or not, at least contact me and let me know pls. It would be greatly appreciated and I really hope you at least received this.
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8/12/2010 9:28:22 PM
“You can’t be broke and happy, so me I’m MAD RICH”- “Throw it in the Bag” from “No Ceilings”
Dear Wayne,
I condensed 5 intro pages into 1 to catch your attention. (Later on the 5 pages can be read in full.) Basically, I am 20, graduated high school in 2008. If YOUNG MONEY FILMS exist, I want to work my way up to the highest available position. My passions are reading, writing and speaking. I have been writing original poems since I was 7.
You are such a mobile and goal oriented person, it’s challenging to get something in your hands, no homo. The purpose of this publication is to convey to you, Wayne, how valuable I believe I am regarding YOUNG MONEY FILM’s eternal success. With the right amount of experience I can be a serious threat, a real serious threat. On an interview you mentioned wanting to step in front of the camera a likkle more (likkle Wayne). Out of all the Hollywood studios I would prefer to enter Hollywood thru YOUNG MONEY FILMS and if given the chance, I’ll personally make sure you earn a billion units of currency due to our organized efforts. I just want your co-sign. What Baby did for you, I want a similar opportunity. If by some GODLY force your eyes are actually feasting upon this written material, my biggest dreams are being realized. On your “Behind the Music” you said “being able to say I was CASH MONEY were some of the happiest moments of my life.” In my bedroom closet I have 52 pictures for inspiration while writing movies and you’re on 12 out of 52.
I imagine just how wonderful it actually feels to be “Young Money FILMS”. On the original “I want dis forever” Drake said “I’m so UN-SIGNED; it would blow one’s mind.” And on the “official” “Forever”, he was YOUNG MONEY. I want to earn my way there. So if this never reached you, you would never know how crushed I truly am, my eyes are becoming teary but I deserve everything I receive. So if I deserve at Least 1 physical audition to prove my value to your camp, please grant it.
If you can not feel my passion through these pages then I ask you to fly me out to your location once free from prison. You will definitely sense my passion in person. On your “weezy thanx you” website you requested fans only send you 1 page letters but I am a business partner thus, an entire published book. I thank you for at least opening it. So I want to end the introduction briefly summarizing 3 movie ideas I am currently outlining.
“Ah Hell Naw!” An original idea courtesy of YOUNG MONEY FILMS: I’m walking around my old job carrying a notebook and it got me thinking, the scariest thing to a creative artist would be if something was hell bent on stealing my ideas. Like Wayne just imagine, some devilish creature ACTUALLY stealing your rhymes before you can record them and completely wiping your memory of it. It never fails; a creature whose purpose was to steal your drive, your passions, your hobbies, is basically stealing your life force.
5 They just leave you lethargic. To some people, this is worse than death. The theme and moral is “chores don’t kill, so get them done.”

1. Steven Spielberg scared the crap out of the world with “Jaws”. The next YOUNG MONEY FILMS

commercial hit is this: over the last million years, the oceans began drying up and sharks began evolving to live on land. They operate like big cats do basically. Where “Jaws” made it unsafe for people to swim, this makes it unsafe for people to be outside period. That’s what makes it so scary, in “Jaws” you had to swim to be a victim, here it is so different. It’s not realistic but once immersed in the story, you are so happy it may never happen. And if Sharks do in fact evolve to live on land, we called it 1st with GOD’s help here at YOUNG MONEY. These sharks pounce like tigers, lions and panthers. They evolve to the point where they have wings. It will be a fantasy and all the explanations come from evolution, not genetic mutation, that’s outdated. Where the Jaws poster had the shark swallowing a person from the bottom, our film will have the Great white shark swallowing the person from the top; he’s flying down. I see so much potential in this film particularly. Monday, August 09, 2010 8/9/2010 4:24:54 PM
The Blockkk is Hot Volume 1, Episode 1: Running from the Police
FADE IN
3 African American teenage males are being pulled over for a “routine” traffic stop. The on duty officers are white of course. The responding officer calls in for backup to even out the citizen to police officer ratio. 2 more police squad cars arrive on the scene. An officer from the 2nd squad car walks slowly to the left side, watching the back seat passenger. The 1st officer runs the vehicle’s license plate for warrants and or tickets. The initial police officer finally gets out of his car and walks over to the driver of the vehicle.
The 1st officer asks the driver for his driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance. The driver is extremely nervous but nonetheless he complies. The officer receives the information and walks back over to his squad car. The officer from the 3rd car walks over to the 1st officer’s car door. They both engage in conversation over what they are allowed to do with the “suspects”.
The three African American males observe their environment and notice the 2nd police officer watching over them. Suddenly a van carrying 6, including the driver, African American adult males armed with specialized weapons notices the scene. They pull over on
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the opposite side of the road several hundred feet away from the “traffic” stop.
They drop off 2 passengers, each armed with a high powered sniper rifle to “spot” them. The other 4 passengers viciously load, cock and aim their sub- machine guns towards the “innocent” police officers. The 2 snipers each aim at their respective officer’s head and fire. This leaves 2 of the 3 officers down and fatally injured.
The African American teenage male located in the backseat is the first to notice the 2nd officer as he falls to the ground. Blood is sprayed on the window and in his view. The 2nd officer is hit by the 2nd sniper and his accurate hollow point bullet. This scares the 1st officer shit-less because he is closest to the 2nd officer and is now the only one left alive. The van full of single purpose driven cop killers is now side by side the 1st squad car and the 3 armed passengers already have their door open. These same gunmen riddle the officer with one round of semi automatic bullets. The officer is not able to return fire quickly enough and thus never stood a chance.
While this is going on, the 3 African American teenage males are jumping in their seats. They then all duck down because they have no idea what is going on. They realize the police officers are under fire but they don’t know from who, why, and if they themselves are also targets.
They are obviously not because if they were, they too would be slumped in their vehicle as well. The 3 armed passengers leave their sub machine guns in the van, only take 1 silenced pistol and one 9mm with them as they exit the van.
The cop killers pull the 1st police officer’s dead corpse from “his” squad car and lay him on the 2nd officer in an assumed homosexual position as a joke. Each cop killer relocates into a squad car and prepares to drive off. Right at this moment another squad car is seen driving down the road at a calm pace. The new squad car slows down to investigate the interesting scene. The gunman in the bloodiest squad car cocks and aims both his pistols at the new squad car as a defensive tactic.
It is now revealed the driver of the investigating squad car is JARVIS, the 2nd in command of this “elite” and
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“exquisitely prepared operation”. JARVIS rolls down the window and smiles at his soldiers. He tells the soldiers to “keep up the outstanding progress” and drives off as he turns on the police car sirens and flashing lights.
The 1st gunman walks over to the teenager’s car and returns his driver license. He tells the driver he is free to go, his license is clean and hands him a brochure to attend a meeting based on what they just witnessed here. As the 3 gunmen drive off calmly in all different directions the camera freezes and the title credits roll. The “Tyga Tyga song La La La Boom” song plays as the credits play out.
Once the credits finish we cut to JARVIS meditating silently and alone in his bedroom closet. We observe him taking his 1st 5 deep inhalations and exhalations. We cut to JARVIS in his high school cafeteria in the 11th grade. JARVIS is sitting at a table filled with people chattering about him, about others, to him and to others. He is bored of this and gets up to throw away his empty food tray.
He tells his table he will meet them after school lets out as he heads to the library. JARVIS heads into the school library and gives the librarian his school identification. He observes a class sitting with their teacher at the middle of the library receiving a lecture of some sort. He walks over to the student computer area and takes a seat. He logs into his account and pulls up internet explorer 8. He googles afro centricity and is taken to www.thetalkingdrum.com.
The talking drum website is full of an abundance of detailed information regarding America’s race relations “policies”. He clicks on a tab titled “Cointelpro” identifying what Cointelpro really is. He reads on Cointelpro until the lunch bell rings 15minutes later.
He has 25 pages left and he prints out 5 pages on Cointelpro and exits the library after picking up his heaven sent information. He walks into his class and as he enters the room, the camera doesn’t follow him in. We cut back to JARVIS meditating in his closet. We see JARVIS taking 5 more breaths before we cut to him giving an arousing speech at a nearby youth center in a NYC neighborhood.
JARVIS
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WE SHALL NEVER AGAIN BE NEUTRALIZED...WE SHALL INSTEAD SHOOT UNTIL WE DIE!!!
We cut back to JARVIS meditating. JARVIS stands up, puts a shirt on and exits the closet. He has his loaded shotgun strapped around his back safely to avoid shooting himself. He sits at his study desk and draws out the final blueprints of his latest plans. On top his bookshelf, away from the other books are 2 books on police dispatching systems and 1 book on proper grenade usage and handling.
We cut to a group of armed soldiers exiting a black “cable company” van. 4 African American males pull ghostface masks over their faces, load their automatic rifles and with heavy determination enter a doomed police precinct. There are 4 men on the “bad side”: CARLOS, JOSE, ALEX and DANIEL. CARLOS is the commanding officer of this particular squad and enters the building with DANIEL by his side. They both waste no time in firing upon the innocent and ignorant police officers.
They really have little time to execute their plans due to the visibility of their artillery and their face masks. CARLOS shoots 3 cops in the face, neck and back, back to back to back. DANIEL takes out 2 more officers with his rifle while ALEX throws a smoke grenade over DANIEL’s shoulder. JOSE equips himself to ALEX’s right side and throws an armed war grenade into the hallway of the police station. Just as the upstairs officers head downstairs with their game face on, they are blown away “right on time”.
As the smoke fills up the room, all 4 assailants release heavy fire upon the hidden police officers even more. They hear more screams from the cops and are now unsure how many more they have killed. They all head outside of the police station through the front door. CARLOS radios the driver, JARVIS, to return and pick them up. As JARVIS pulls up, they all notice back up police officer squad cars stopping on the corner to “engage” them in battle.
Just then, JARVIS jumps out of the vehicle, mask on his face, grenade launcher in hand and aims steadily at the cop cars. He successfully blows them all up. The explosion knocks everyone except JARVIS to the ground. They all get up, get inside the van and drive off. JARVIS is happier at this outcome than one may expect or be able to stomach.
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We now cut to a black screen reading: “Chapter 1, Laying Plans”. Cut to JARVIS standing at the head of a table with a room full of warriors listening to his every word. He explains the process of war, “it is an art”.
We cut to JARVIS and CARLOS walking in front of a different police station with land mines in their hands. They kneel down together and each plant 5 mines in a line as a trap. They then both throw 3 smoke grenades and 2 war grenades into the police station. They both walk away calmly to the corner where ALEX is waiting in the van.
As they open the van door, the 4 grenades blow up and 2 dead officers are blasted into the empty street. As they close the van door they notice the smoke exiting the building and 5 officers run out of the building in fear and curiosity. All 5 of these oblivious officers activate a separate land mine and are effectively terminated in the blast. The van drives off away from the “unwarranted chaos”. JARVIS is still seen laughing uncontrollably or giggling like a giddy little school girl, whichever feels best. We cut back to JARVIS’ lesson plans.
We cut to JARVIS speaking to an African American militant sniper about an upcoming battle. 3 police cruisers responding to an “emergency call” park on the block. JARVIS asks the sniper, SUNNY, if he is ready and SUNNY responds in the affirmative. JARVIS walks down the stairs as he polishes his left oozy. He puts it in his left gun shoulder strap and then pulls out his right oozy. He tells himself “One at a time JARVIS, just one at a time. All things come to those who act as if and who believe in CHRIST.”
JARVIS walks through bushes taller than him quietly enough to position himself right next to an unsuspecting officer. The officer’s partner notices the oozy barrel sticking out of the bush and right when he opens his mouth; BOOM! The sniper’s 1st kill assisted JARVIS’ 1st kill. As the 1st officer investigates his partner’s body, JARVIS guns him down with the oozy. Since 2 officers have been gunned down, the remaining 4 officers call in for back up as they are engaged in heavy gunfire.
Now they realize it is a horrible set up by armed
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citizens. JARVIS shoots the windshield to pieces while SUNNY shoots down one more officer. This leaves 2 more and JARVIS precisely pitches an armed grenade into the squad car. SUNNY the sniper takes out the last squad car with a rocket launcher. (This is designed to make the audience laugh due to dramatic irony; neither JARVIS nor the cops know a rocket launcher has entered the equation). JARVIS is blown 5 feet away from the site. The scene freezes and cuts back to JARVIS and his lesson plans.
We cut to JARVIS and ALEX driving in the by now so recognizable van, not to the police but to the audience. They park the car 50 yards away from a police officer occupied with giving someone a ticket. JARVIS exits the van, loads up his favorite pink sniper rifle, aims it at the officer’s head and positions himself.
Just in case the officer has a partner in the passenger side ALEX loads his sniper rifle, aims it where the passenger would exit the vehicle and alerts JARVIS of his readiness. JARVIS executes the cop and as the bullet exits the chamber, the camera zooms out, pans over to the cop’s perspective and the officer then falls to the ground. We cut back to JARVIS’ lesson plans.
JARVIS Always remember lack of planning brings about defeat.
We cut to a high school lecture given by a retiring police officer dated 2 weeks before the 1st attack on the police forces officially commenced. 20 students enter into their criminal justice 2nd period one after the other. As they position themselves into their seats, their teacher, Mr. BRADLEY, announces the day’s special guest. Officer O’Charley begins his lecture. A student, DESTIN, asks the officer a question about his utility belt. Officer O’Charley answers DESTIN’s question.
We cut to a masked gunman brandishing a double barreled shotgun. He is walking behind an unsuspecting police officer giving a traffic ticket on the side of the road. The criminal shoots the officer in the head and neck twice in rapid succession, as it should be. He then steals the officer’s car and drives off calmly.
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We cut back to Officer O’Charley’s school lesson. He is explaining the obvious usefulness of his handcuffs. We cut to 2 officers responding to an “emergency call” at a local residence. A white couple is arguing outside at each other with a bat and a machete in their hands. The police officers exit the car and immediately brandish their trusty firearms.
They ask the couple to put their weapons away and step over to the vehicle. 2 masked white men in all black clothing ambush the bitch ass police officers. The 1st white man, TJ, shoots the 1st cop in the neck with a tranq gun. As the next officer turns around to investigate and then shoot, the other white man DARWIN guts him like a fish with his freshly sharpened Katana.
TJ walks over to the “sleeping” officer and handcuffs him with his own handcuffs. DARWIN ties a black bag over his head, ties a rope around his neck extra tight and he and TJ lift the officers one by one back into their cars. TJ and DARWIN get in the squad car, drive it to the corner and park it sideways; blocking the road off partially. As they exit the car they each arm 2 grenades, leave them in the car and walk back down to the crime scene as the car explodes. The explosion serves as the transition to the next scene.
We see Officer O’Charley answering a question from student ADAM WAGNER concerning his upcoming retirement. Officer O’Charley informs ADAM of his gut feeling to leave the force. He feels something horrible is being plotted by “horrible” people. He then goes on to say he could just be “horribly wrong.” We cut to JARVIS, once again laying out the “business plans”. We cut to 5 police officers inside a police precinct discussing recent arrests. Their names are STEVEN, NICOLAS, JACK, WILLIAM TYRELL and TOMMY LEE.
STEVEN So I’m taking this guy in for disturbing the peace and being drunk in public right, and all of sudden he decides to puke all over my back seat. It was just so disgusting man, like seriously. How am I supposed to drive that car around town now? I kind of wished I had just left him be. TOMMY LEE Ah man STEVEN that’s nothing bro. I responded to a call about 3 months ago, epileptic seizure or something of that nature. Right as the paramedics arrive on the scene this lady starts puking in my arms. NICOLAS puts his arm around TOMMY LEE’s shoulder as he
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pokes fun at him, smile on his face
NICOLAS I didn’t even know people could vomit while under seizures. TOMMY LEE shifts his position so he and NICOLAS are having a heart to heart conversation. NICOLAS’ arm falls off of TOMMY LEE’s shoulder as a result.
TOMMY LEE I know right! That’s exactly what I’m saying. I know now though. But all in all though, I gave that nice lady some comfort in her time of need so it’s not a big deal at all. Now you on the other hand STEVEN...that shit’s just funny as fuck. At this moment the police station door opens and 5 ball- like items are slung violently in all directions inside the building. The officers are still trying to figure out what is happening when the items start fulfilling their purposes. One item is a homemade tear gas canister, another is a smoke grenade, one is a poison gas canister and two are live, war grenades designed to maim, kill and neutralize. The 5 officers along with the rest of the people inside the building begin to gag, choke, cough and suffocate before the grenade blows them up.
We cut back to JARVIS and his lesson plans.
JARVIS Ok so, Chapter 3: Attacking by stratagem; the easiest part. JARVIS pulls the sides of his sports jacket closer together symbolizing his inner confidence.
JARVIS So here are the rules: if our forces are 10 to our enemy’s 1, we surround him.
We cut to a white male in all blue and a gas mask walking up very quickly to a local police precinct. He pulls out 5 ball like items from his bag, drops the bag and opens the police station double doors. He launches all 4 weapons into the police station, closes the door, picks up his bag and makes a dash for the corner. A black cable van arrives to pick him up. He enters the vehicle and they drive off as the explosions occur. We cut to a police officer walking out of a coffee shop with a brew in his hand. We see a white man in all black with a Halloween mask on smashing the cop’s squad car up with a spiked baseball bat. The cop, outraged, brandishes his pistol after dropping his coffee on the ground.
OFFICER DALY
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Freeze bitch! Hands up now! What the fuck do you think you’re doing man? What’s wrong with you man? Are you insane? ZACHARY JUKEL I didn’t do it...I fucking swear. It was a black dude. ZACK puts his hands up after dropping the bat. 10 machine gun brandishing African American militants appear from around the corner and gun down OFFICER DALY with immense ease.
ZACK What took you all so long man? I was almost dead! CORNELIUS He wasn’t going to kill you JUKEL man, you white. ZACK Yea, bet. CORNELIUS Let’s lift this sack of shit up and place his ass on top of his squad car, since he cares ‘bout it so much. Both ZACK and CORNELIUS lift up the dead officer on top of his cruiser. ZACK pours gasoline all over his body and inside the car. CORNELIUS strikes a match and throws it inside the car and the big group disperses before the flames attract more officers and firemen.
CORNELIUS Ok, this motherfucker’s toast, let’s skedaddle. We cut back to JARVIS explaining the plans. We cut to an interracial teenage couple sitting on a couch listening to music playing from a white laptop.
CARTER How was economics today SASHA? SASHA Oh it was just grand (very enthusiastically) Mr. Woods is just so freaking entertaining man. He was telling us of a story about a student he had on the 1st day of school a few years ago. He was an Asian student drinking water out a tall, plastic bottle. Mr. Woods kept noticing the student laughing and blurting out random nonsense right? CARTER Um hum, keep going. SASHA So Mr. Woods walks over to the student’s desk, picks up the bottle, opens it and smells it. He then figured out it was some sort of hard liquor and had to suspend the student. So his moral was water only, but he had to be allowed to smell it first. It was much funnier coming straight from him. I mean, his facial expressions are priceless man. CARTER Yea, that was pretty entertaining. You do a great job SASHA. You really do. SASHA leans in to kiss CARTER on the lips. She puts her hand on his cheek and keeps it there longer than
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necessary which shows how much she does adore him.
SASHA Ok, now your turn boo, tell me a funny story taking place in high school pls.
CARTER looks up and to the right, gathers the appropriate memory and begins.
CARTER Ok, I have one. CARTER sits up straight to better illustrate his short tale.
CARTER My junior year at Salem, there was this new girl from Upstate New York. Her name was BELINDA SOSA. People called her BELLA. Boy was she beautiful, but nevertheless, we never ever spoke. So one day I’m talking to DIAMOND, a good friend of mine, after school and she gives me BELLA’s phone number. This was when I had a boost mobile cell phone and BELLA also had a Nextel. So that allowed us to chirp each other. You know about chirping right? SASHA You mean the walkie talkie feature right? CARTER Yes, exactly. So anyway right, later on that night I decide to engage in premature acts known commonly as prank calling. She has no idea who I am so I chirp her every morning as I walk to the bus stop right. Next thing you know her popular boy friend, TREY NEWTON, chirped me back and said he was hell bent on whooping my ass.
SASHA leans in closer to CARTER’s chin, looks up at him with a smile on her face and asks him
SASHA So were you in the least bit afraid? CARTER Oh yes, he was so popular, I was like ‘maybe I should stop soon.’ SASHA So did you stop then? CARTER Hell to the fuck Nah. Both SASHA and CARTER share a hearty laugh together. CARTER One day she chirps me and uses my full name, CARTER SIMMONS. SASHA’s eyes widen up in complete surprise and suspense. CARTER I was like, what in the hell? I was so scared man, like how’d she get my whole government name? Turns out when I chirped her, my information was also sent to her. By then it was a little too late but I still decided to change my information for future reference purposes. CARTER So a few days later I’m in the lunchroom, standing in a long line waiting to buy a lunch. All of a sudden, bleep bleep, my phone starts going off. Somebody was chirping me. The 1st thing
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popping in my mind was ‘hell nah, this girl trying to find me. She’s trying to jam a nigga up man.’ She almost had me too. I figured she was also in the lunchroom somewhere so I secretly pull my phone out and turn that bitch off. Maybe I wasn’t slick enough and she had somebody looking out for me and they saw me. So after school as I’m walking down the stairs to my bus I turn my phone back on and chirp her. We made jokes about how she almost caught me. She called me a punk for being afraid of her boyfriend. SASHA So where’s the climax and resolution? I wanna finish nibbling on your ears and once it’s out of my system, you can return the favor. Only if that’s cool with you though. CARTER So here’s the end; I’m in literature class sitting at a table full of women, as it should be. All of a sudden TIFFANY GREEN walks over to me and asks me; ‘are you CARTER SIMMONS?’ and I’m like Noooo. She then says ‘yes you are man!’ then I say ‘yes I am but why.’ She just says ‘oh no reason.’ I pretty much figured out what was going on because I recognized TIFFANY as part of BELLA’s clique. So a few days later I’m posted up eating lunch away from the cafeteria and all of a sudden BOOM! Both TIFFANY and BELLA walk up to me and it so shocked me SASHA. I promise SASHA, I didn’t faint but it was intense. BELLA’s just there smiling all in my face like we’re friends and everything. At that point, the chirp fest was over, my game was up. She had figured me out with the help of a friend. Had TIFFANY never been in my lit. class it probably could’ve gone on much longer too. So before she walked away I screamed out ‘BELLA’, she turns around and I continued ‘did you think I was going to hurt you?’ She shook her head no and called me a pussy. We never spoke after this but if she did see me, I’m sure she laughed to herself. Ok so story over SASHA, my ear’s ready.
SASHA laughs and continues to nibble on CARTER’s ear.
We cut to JARVIS laying plans.
JARVIS If we know our enemy and know ourselves, we don’t have to fear the result of a hundred battles. If we know ourselves but not our enemy, for every victory gained we will also suffer a defeat. And if we know neither the enemy nor ourselves, we will succumb in every single ...motherfucking battle. And that is just not acceptable.
We cut to a dark room. We only hear muffled voices. The sliding door opens up and the light is turned on. We see 10 officer’s arms tied to the ceiling. They are all standing on top of folding chairs and are gagged and blindfolded. 5 masked figures brandishing Katana swords close the door back and begin attacking the police officers. The 1st militant begins yelling “AW!” out loud while aiming his Katana at a cop’s belly. He goes into a complete rage, kicking the chair from underneath several officers and gutting the officers like helpless fish. They are extremely helpless at this point. They can’t even see what is coming their way. The remaining 4 militants decide to shoot the
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officers in their heads instead of dooming them to the fate their crazed comrade has in store for them. The psycho militant’s name is DARIUS.
DARIUS Ok, I’m hungry, who’s up for dinner? SAMMIE I don’t see myself eating until at least 24 hrs. EDDIE Yea, I think I’m going to be sick. DARIUS Enchiladas it is then!
Cut back to JARVIS laying plans. We cut to CHARLEY, a 19 year old college student sitting at his dining room table. He is eating lunch before work and SAM PAGE, his mother’s boyfriend, enters the apartment. They begin talking about how PAGE is suspended from work for 3 days because some one snitched on him. Someone at his job has also been taking the caps off of his rims and he suspects the snitch to be in on it as well.
PAGE heads into the master bedroom to shower up and change. CHARLEY looks up as the door closes, smirks to himself and continues to eat his blueberry waffles. We cut back to JARVIS and his dictation.
JARVIS Ok groupies, chapter 5, energy. Controlling a large force uses the same exact principles as controlling a few men; it is merely a question of dividing up their numbers. Fighting with a large army under your command is no different than fighting with a small one. Direct or indirect maneuvers can make sure your host withstands the brunt of the enemy’s attack while remaining unshaken. The direct method in all fighting may be used for joining battle but indirect method will be needed in order to secure victory. Properly applied indirect tactics are as inexhaustible as heaven and earth. They are as unending as the flow of rivers and streams and like the Sun and Moon they end, only to begin anew. Like the four seasons, they pass away only to return again once more. There are not more than 5 musical notes yet the combination of these 5 give rise to more melodies than can ever be heard. There are not more than 5 base colors; blue, yellow, red, white and black yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever be seen. There are not more than 5 cardinal tastes; sour, acrid, salt, sweet and bitter yet their combinations yield more flavors than can ever be tasted. TRAVIS Now you gotta nigga wanting to listen to music, paint some scenery and eat some dinner. JARVIS TRAVIE Shut Cho ass UP! Anyway nigga, there are not more than 2 attack methods in battle; the direct and the indirect. Yet these 2 combined give rise to an endless series of maneuvers.
We cut to CHARLEY at his job, a local supermarket where he is
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the resident superstar. His manager Mr. PINSON introduces him to a new employee, JAFAR TATMAN. CHARLEY walks JAFAR around the job and shows him the work areas. An older African American male asks JAFAR to help him pick out a prime watermelon for his mother. JAFAR calls over CHARLEY to help them out. The older man begins to berate and insult CHARLEY for no apparent reason. He tells CHARLEY he could learn from JAFAR and JAFAR tells the customer it is CHARLEY’s 1st day. JAFAR’s a fucking asshole basically. JAFAR and CHARLEY walk away laughing together about the incident. JAFAR tells CHARLEY “not to offend anymore innocent customers!”
We cut back to JARVIS and chapter 6 of his lesson plans. We cut to TEL AVIV, a Swedish visitor to the United States for a year on vacation. She is babysitting 3 young children as part of her agreement to stay at their parent’s house. They are driving in a car and TEL AVIV pulls into a pizza restaurant.

I’m a 16 Cambodian teen , well used to. The reason why I came to this sub because I know that you guys may have the same feelings and thoughts like me. So I had left my own society because I have been treated SO poorly…everyday living here is just torture mentally, physically and spiritually. Sometimes I just want to d*e because life here is very dangerous. I had been abused by my own parents and I had called the local police and they think that it’s “FINE”…school that I had been to had kicked me out because I asked for help. Everyday life for me is like walking on a rock…yesterday I almost got run down by a car while I’m on my scooter…and I was too mad and so I just cursed them and they heard it they decided to make the situation way worse by chasing me down and threaten to kill me and follow me to my house. And as for today I was going to the local market and as I was parking my scooter I went in the local market for a few minutes and when I got back out my scooter 🛴 has been ride by the security there without my permission and they got back…and in the end they treaten to ask me for the money after what they did..I have more but I think that’s enough for now. I just want to get out like I seriously really want to get out and move to Canada but I can’t because I’m only 16 and my passport is weak.

I found the zip up jacket I would recognise that anywhere.
Not sure what was in the tin foil because my dog ate it.
Creep.
Need to clear my head. Going to walk and get smokes and meet Jane in the park.

Hey all -- some context: I want to throw an outdoor event in the parking lot that I share with my landlord's business and her sister's business on a day where they are both closed. It's private property. I was talking to Suburban Events to lock in a food truck, and when I talked to my Landlord about it, she said that it was illegal to do it. She isn't against the idea, in fact, she told me she's tried before to get one and would like to again, but somehow in her head, it's not legal to do so.
Surburban Events says it's legal but can't provide me with anything that I can show my landlord. My landlord is ESL so communication isn't always super smooth... trying to figure out what to do in order to get her to understand that it is indeed fine. Any help would be appreciated!

It must be time for another CCS NW talk in Manchester.
[Please forward this to ANYONE who might be interested]
Our talk on Tuesday March 28th at 17:30 will be by Tom Lean. Details are below and also on the CCS Events page.
As before, it will be a hybrid Zoom meeting for those of you who can’t make it. For those who can, it’s the same room and time as usual.
NB: Booking is not required.
We do not intend to post a recording of this meeting on YouTube, at the request of the speaker.
The MMU car park turned out to be closed for the previous meeting. We have been told that it is now accessible, but have not been able to check. Pedestrian access is via the doors on Oxford Road. Details are on this map:
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https://www.google.com/maps/d0/edit?mid=1dQd3JOY6g357zAxZBRuZAQKI-Jib3S8&usp=sharing
Zoom Link
https://us06web.zoom.us/j/82602680945?pwd=U2czMnJ1MzBTZTQ2cFB5TWFjcXNYdz09
We will open the call shortly after 17:00. The presentation will start at 17:30.
Chair: [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])
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Meetings Secretary [alan_c_[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])

I’m sick of having to maneuver around parking lots with all the dragging a** pick up trucks making it difficult. This is probably only unpopular in America but damn.