I didn't even like the woman. She yelled at me for braking too hard. But she was a pillar of the community. And apparently not even a native to this ghetto. She chose to live there. How many thousands of people learned to drive because of her?
No obituary that I can find. It's possibly this black woman, just a wrong picture. But no local obituary. Did she move back to Alabama shortly before she died?
Maybe she isn't dead. I guess that's possible. But why no mention of this driving school? It has a sparse Facebook page. Two people have checked in. One was in 2015. It's an unofficial page.
There's just one review in 2011 on some weird site praising the instructor (this old woman).
The official website was gone by 2012.
There's a blank Linkedin page.
The BBB says that the company is likely no longer in business.
Google Maps shows a building with bars on the windows and doors next to a Chinese restaurant.
That's the totality of the information on the internet.
It was the only driving school in the city. How could there be this little information?
Here's this girl whose drug dealer brother was killed ten years ago. She's studying to be a doctor. She also worked as a doctor in some shithole in South America but she has to do more studying. She got her degree from some shady Caribean medical school. Says that she hitchhiked across the US. Wants to open a clinic in a third world country after she finishes her studies. A lot of new age spiritualism books in her "recommended" reading list.
Allegedly, this girl had a threesome with a guy and another girl in high school in the school pool. I wonder if it's true.
Anyway, she appears to be a bit...let's say eccentric, but good for her for doing something with her life. Unlike her scumbag brother.
It's like Peter Large's brother.
Or wait. Here's a better example. I read an article about some woman going on about how much she misses her father, wishes she spent more time with him, et cetera. The reason why she couldn't spend more time with him is because he was a violent drug dealer who was eventually put away for a long time.
Yeah, he's your father but he was also a cancer on the community and I assure you that your neighbours are glad that he's safely locked away where that subhuman belongs. It's not all about you.
No television again today. Total horseshit all day. It's alright. Can listen to the birds and shit. Commune with nature, in this very limited sense.
I wish Facebook still let you search people by high school and graduation year. That was really useful. I think they took it down due to privacy issues.
I still found a lot of them. And there's one guy who has loads of friends so I can just search his friends list and sometimes find who I'm looking for.
Join us for a flag raising ceremony? What the hell? Oh. For veterans. At the cemetary. Still a bit weird. They don't do that kind of stuff in the UK. But there's a cult of military worship in the US. Check out "stolen valor" on Youtube. That whole thing is bizarre. Firstly, why are people pretending to be in the military? Secondly, why are genuine military people upset by this practice? It's a sick society.
Man, I wish I had my grade school yearbooks.
It's a shame that the only two or three real friends that I had as a kid aren't on Facebook. Maybe it illustrates that sort of friends that I had: painfully awkward.
Actually, I thought of a fourth guy and he's on here. But his shit is really depressing. He has a lot of medical problems, works sporatically, and has an unattractive girlfriend with a mentally retarded son from a previous relationship. I don't want to see this.
I could go for a peanut butter sandwich. Is the bread still good? Let's find out together. Yeah, 8 May. Sweet. And that's just the "best by" date. I can still comfortably eat this stuff in the next day or two. I'm in the zone today. Slather on this peanut butter. I used to butter both sides of the bread but as an adult, I realise that you can just butter one side more thickly. You know what I mean? I used to very carefully spread the peanut butter thinly across the entirety of the bread but you can just take a more casual approach resulting in a thicker spread. You save a lot of time this way and still get effectively the double dose of peanut butter.
Also having this Tropicana red grape juice. I've never been so blown away by a fruit juice before. It actually tastes like red grapes. They're specific here. It doesn't taste like green grapes. It tastes like red grapes. How do they do it?
Where was I? Sandwich...oh yeah. I don't know. Nothing.
Phone keeps disconnecting from the charger. The connection is loose. Piece of shit. They built it like this to make you buy a new one. My Samsung from 8 years ago still works fine. Why doesn't this Moto G from 3 years ago work? If you place it just right upside down and don't breath it will charge. Otherwise, it goes in and out.
Anyway, I'll go back to watching these checkpoint refusal videos on Youtube.
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