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  1. #26
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    Registered: Aug 2004
    If they were going to do that, they should've released it in 2015.

  2. #27
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    Registered: Feb 2002
    Location: In the flesh.
    Back to the future just would not be the same without Michael J. Fox. My wife and I have a standing agreement to sing the theme song for Family Ties if we ever see him at the airport or something. We sang it every time the show came on that first year of marriage. "Oh I bet we've been together for a million years...". I can't imagine anyone filling his shoes in the role of Marty.


    Quote Originally Posted by Al_B View Post
    I personally find "a day of burning" a bit strange (hopefully it was just photos and you're not married to a serial arsonist!). I can understand the motivation as a symbolic gesture but trying to get rid of old photos won't change your memories, who you were and who you are now.
    Rest assured it isn't some pagan ritual. Not that I would be adverse to a little dancing naked round a fire. I am overly sentimental though. I save things, letters, pictures, pubic hair in a tiny bottle, little things given to me. It was a day of letting go.

  3. #28
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    Registered: Aug 2004
    ...One of those is not like the others...

  4. #29
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    Registered: Feb 2000
    Location: Portreath Cornwall UK
    “Pubic hair in a tiny bottle” Why?😳

  5. #30
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    Registered: Sep 2006
    Location: not here
    He already answered that. Overly sentimental, remember? Me, I've kept a few more conventional things. Letters. Tchotchkes. Dragons on a chain gifted me.

    The photos a certain someone and I took got given back though, after I penned a few lines on the other side as a token of my feelings. It was only fitting I'd never see them or the other person again. They're like that, photos. They either fade away, or burn.
    Last edited by Sulphur; 26th Nov 2018 at 05:18.

  6. #31
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    Registered: Feb 2002
    Location: In the flesh.
    Quote Originally Posted by Medlar View Post
    “Pubic hair in a tiny bottle” Why?��
    Heh. I wondered would anyone catch that. It was part of a bawdy joke when asked what I wanted for my birthday. I actually got rid of it the week we broke up. Same as with naked pictures, it's not right to keep, unless you are going to perform a voodoo ritual. I did keep just one letter and just one safe photo of them for sentiments sake. Sulphur is right though. Ben Folds has a great song about that called "Smoke".

  7. #32
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    Registered: Feb 2002
    Location: In the flesh.
    About three years ago as I was trying to go to sleep I had a premonition I would die on hwy 15 between Houston and Pontotoc, Mississippi. I drive all over but that's what the image that flashed in my mind told me. I figured there must be some mistake because I've known since a teen that I will die between the two pear trees in my side yard. It sort of sat in the back of my mind though. As such I drive slower on that road.

    A couple of weeks ago I had my front two tires changed out because the belt in one of them was showing. I never seem to have time to do anything but stop gap measures though and did not change out the back ones which were fairly worn as well. I would get around to it soon I told myself. Today it was raining, not hard but steady, and there was a little wind but hardly gale force. Nowhere near as bad as I have driven in. Hell, I drove from Saint Louis to Memphis on a solid sheet of slick ice jammed in with a packed line of eighteen wheelers. I've driven every day for over thirty years from ten to maybe five or six in the evening. I drive hard most of the time pushing the limit of what I can get away with knowing every minute adds up. I've seen a lot on the road, had lots of close calls, I always thought I took just enough care though.

    Today I was on the road between Houston and Pontotoc. It was raining, not hard, just steady like I said, and had been since yesterday. I had felt my wheels skip over some rain channels in the road like usual earlier. You just stay out of the deeper channels and ride more toward the middle line which isn't as beaten down. Well this road didn't even have a channel so no worries right? The rain wasn't pooling. No problem. I was doing 55 mph anyway. I came over a small rise and as the road leveled again my rear wheels began to slip. It was as if someone had pushed on my rear bumper but I couldn't tell there was that much wind. Odd. I let off expecting it to correct as it always does. It didn't. I turned into the skid which works most all of the time. It didn't this time.

    The problem with turning into a skid is that as long as it corrects you are golden but when it doesn't by the time your rear end is sideways you are in a spin as the front wheels are turned just perfect for that. After the first full revolution I thought this was it. This is when I die. After the second I thought no. I'm slowing some, not much but maybe enough if that oncoming car sees me and slows too. I calmed right down. On the third revolution I knew I was going to be okay, maybe beat up some, but alive. The premonition wasn't true unless I hit the culvert and started flipping. By the fourth I could see where I was going to end up and there was a large oak tree there. By the fifth I had missed the culvert and with my wheels straightened slowing further. By the sixth I was off the road but the leaves and mud were too slick. No way I would stop before I hit that tree but maybe it wouldn't be too bad. One more full turn and I could see it wouldn't hit my door which was good. No broken glass all over and cold invading. I hit on my bed side just ahead of the rear wheel. I was buckled and the jolt yanked me hard against the belt. Not bad. Not great but not bad.

    It was the perfect place to hit if you had to pick. It didn't damage the door or wheel. Maybe with enough pedal I could back out even. Wouldn't that be great? No dice. With the rear wheels slick and in slick mud no dice. I got out. The woman who pulled over was worried. A sweet and professionally dressed young black woman. I'm okay. Really. It just looked bad. I finally convinced her it was okay to leave. Just call the highway patrol for me. She did. The sheriff got there first. Old Toccopola boy. I gave him my business card and a synopsis of the wreck and he said he would get a chain. The highway patrol came by while he was gone and I gave him the same along with my drivers license. I was glad that when I got out the first time I saw a beer bottle nearby and had kicked it into the woods just in case somebody might think it belonged to me. Paperwork then the sheriff came back and pulled me out. Not so bad of a dent. I might even be able to push it out. Mostly.

    Overall not too bad a stroke of luck. Luck it was though. I've had some experience spinning in circles on the road and maybe I'll tell a story or two of that in my thread but not now. I know it could have gone much worse. I drove on home. There was one more stop I was supposed to make but I just didn't think I had enough luck left today. I'm getting new rear tires tomorrow. Right now I'm having a Jack and coke.

  8. #33
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    Registered: Mar 2001
    Location: Melbourne, Australia
    Dreams are odd like that. I've had a couple of premonition dreams in my life time. You never know which are the premonition dreams, and which are just the odd ones.

    Glad you came out of it ok. I had one bad experience driving 15 years ago, where I was driving down a street. Moderate rain but not heavy. Approach a side street. Truck comes flying out, driver not stopping as road rules would have him do. So he pops out of the side street into the path of my car, then he stops in the middle of the road after noticing me. I break full, and due to the wet conditions + speed I was going my car slides towards the truck. With the speed I was sliding and the breaks not stopping the car fast enough, I'm like yep I'm dead, nothing I can do. Then all of that Gran Turismo playing on the Playstation payed off somehow, and my hands did similar to what I'd do in the game (except with the steering wheel) on wet roads. My car slides right up to the truck and stops about a meter away. All this time, the truck driver could have got his truck out of the way, but nope he'd just stopped there frozen.

    My car stops. I freeze for a moment, then snap out of it and yell at the truck driver for being a fuckin idiot and not obeying road rules. He drives off. I drive home shaken, vow to never drive again. My best friend (at that time) called me up later that night and pushed me into getting back in my car and driving to his place. Good thing he did, or I'd never have driven again after that. Terrifying.

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