I was driving along on a residential street coming up on a 4 way stop, there's a car behind me, a car stopping across from me, and a car coming up to the intersection to my left. No big deal, I am downshifted into first gear and hitting the brakes. I pull in the clutch and give it more brakes to stop. when all of a sudden the bike is sliding sideways somehow,
what the fuck?
Its slipping out from underneath me. I put my feet down to catch it, and my fucking feet are sliding along with the bike and there is no grip, what the fuck, its slippery as wet ice all of a sudden, and next thing I know, the bike i layin on its side and so am I.
What the fuck?
I get up onto my feet and shut off the bike and go to pick it up and I notice the whole fucking area of the street there I am on is completely covered with fucking dirty oil and is slippery as can be.
I never noticed that coming up to the corner cause I was paying attention to the cars making sure they are going to stop and watching for danger from them. I should have been watching for the danger of the fucking oil.
Then I was pissed.
Then the guy who was behind be pulled up along side of me and asked me if I was ok. I told him, fucking oil, it all slipped out from under me, and he says I know, I saw that, are you allright?
And I was ok, and my bike stared up and got me home, I'm going to look at it in the morning in the daylight, but it looks like the back blinker thing got scratched, the mirror on the left handlebar got loosened but I was able to get that back in place. It's probably scratched too. And my footpeg is all bent. And there is something squeaking that wasn't squeaking before.
Despite a zero carb carnivore diet, my blood pressure was still high. Resting heart rate was high and pounded at night. Began developing a heart palpitation after eating which can best be described as a hiccup of the chest. Could find no reasonable advice online. Even Dr Berg had fuckall for useful advice. Plebbit was insistent in Potassium (idiots)
After reading The Magnesium Miracle, I began supplementing with Magnesium Citrate (400 - 800mg per day). The palpitation went away immediately and never returned, The next day, my mind was the calmest it had ever been in my life. I used to get nervous or worked up prior to a lecture but now I can give my presentations without any jitters or anxiety.
My thoughts used to be squirrely and I’d often feel the need to start new projects. This sense of being wound up is gone. Concentration is easy now and I’ve since gone back to school to work toward a proper degree (anything but fucking computers this time) My fast heart rate went away within a week and my blood pressure was normal after a few weeks.
A few months later, I quit caffeine. Didn't feel like I needed it anymore. The withdrawal was very mild when on previous attempts, it was always awful. I feel like no one knows this about caffeine withdrawal and should like to write a publication some day.
I’m sharing this with you because I believe it can help change your lives for the better. Some of you will chime in saying it makes you tired but that anecdotal information is also useful for us all to take into consideration. One of you took the obscure magnesium theonine and fell into a deep depression. Mg citrate is safe. Mg oxide is hardly absorbed and should not be used.
It was so beautiful today. Just perfect weather. I took my Polaris General with my fam to the river. When we got there we noticed some people about 150 yards upriver from us. There were others downriver, as well. We had the perfect spot. I've been going there for decades. We set our chairs up and my wife threw together a picnic. We took some tubes and would walk up river a ways then tube down the rapids with my kids. It was a blast. The water was fucking cold on my old man balls. This river is cold even in July/August. So then the universe throws me something as it always does because it likes to fuck with me...
As I'm standing in the rapids a beer can flows by. Then another. Tranny Light cans. Every 10 minutes beer cans came by. I walk up river and strike up a convo with the people there. From NY visiting. They were obviously white but after our pleasantries I asked them if they were niggers. They looked at each other confused. I said the reason I'm asking is because you throw your beer cans in the river like a nigger and here we don't do shit like that because it looks like shit much like the rivers where your from. Take a look around; You aren in Gods country, one of the most beautiful places on Earth and you fucking throw tranny cans in our river like a goddamn nigger. WTF is wrong with you idiots. Took their pic and a pic of their UTV. Called the DNR and reported them. DNR agent calls me and I send him the pic and give location and he knows the area very well he said. They start packing up and I tell them at the very least they're getting a fucking littering ticket. I told them the DNR would be waiting at the road to the way out. DNR calls me later and tells me he arrested the driver for drunk driving and charged them all with littering. He had a rollback come and pick up their UTV. I thanked him and he thanked me. Fuck these scumbag pos. Don't come into my Heaven and take a shit.
Other than that, it was a glorious day. My wife said it and my kids said it. It was so peaceful and I feel better after bathing in the river and sitting in my chair and taking all the sights and sounds in. I think we all need to do that as much as we can because our bodies react to it. My skin feels so soft and my hair is silky. The dead skin came off my feet from walking around in the sand. It all came together really nice other than the scum encounter.
Oh, and when I got home I was putting everything up in the building and misplaced my GD UTV keys and looked everywhere for them for like 45 minutes. Finally found them on my bench in the building. Why I laid them down there I will never know. I never do that.
I worked on a guy's boat today on the Emerald Coast of FL. When I got home, I had a sudden urge to go out. I never go out, unless I am playin music at a bar with a band, which I do a few times a month.
First place: very nice upscale place on a bay. Haven't been there in a year. Trio band playing. Chick singer is WAY too fuckin loud. Bassist is basically soloing the whole time. No one is sitting near them. I try, but move away a minute later. Caterwauling roastie angst is not for me.
This venue is famous for sunsets. I go to the ass end of the property, and there are a dozen niggers takin pics. Now, these are upscale niggers, old and yung, a fambly on vacation, dressed nicely and not chimping out. Still, I was so aggravated that I left. This whole area is super White, fuckin niggers should stay in Atlanta.
I walk across the street to another place. Same owner. Super upscale, realtors and doctors n sheeit. No niggers this time. No band, no music. Lots of expensively dressed people, tasty chicks. I sat on a bench and had a beer (I rarely drink). Looking at all the happy people made me wanna puke, so I left.
Drivin home, I decided to hit another place. This is an expensive touristy area, lots of bars. Haven't been there in over a year. A DJ was butchering songs as a band was setting up. Shit music. I sat at a table, and a hideous troll roastie told me it's for food-eaters only. I gave her my meanest glare, and said I am leaving anyway. I went home and ate some shroom gummies. Hope the rest of the night is more interesting.
TL;DR: normie shit is just not for me. But it was a good reminder why I never bother going out.
