Scenario 1:
Legit seller got his account phished by people familiar with punk. They get all the money in his paypal and immediately send it out as gifts. Do this a few times, send it to a bank account, convert as cash. In the end, either the original seller or ebay/paypal is going to be stuck with the bill to pay back the buyers.
Scenario 2:
If you're dumb enough to thinking fake pics would sell these items, you're dumb enough to believe that you'll make money.
Baby due in 3 weeks.
Can't sleep. So excited.
Wife is huge. But a cute huge
Being adopted and having someone share my blood with makes me giddy.
After she is born. Gonna shake my dads hand for the first time. And probably melt on his shoulder with tears.
Tl;dr
Buffalo, NY in early February of 2010. Matt and I are both managers at an ice rink, and President's Day weekend we have a pretty big tournament. We sign up for extra shifts for events like these, so Matt takes the Saturday morning shift. Matt is a known partier, so our one boss already is skeptical about whether this is a good idea for an early shift, but Matt is actually really good about showing up to work no matter what.
The build-up:
A new strip club just opened, and Matt has been frequenting it quite a bit because, well why not? Who doesn't like strippers, especially when the place actually serves good steak, too?
Friday Night:
Matt has an open-bar fundraiser around Happy Hour. He goes and starts drinking hard because it's an open bar. Afterwards he ends up going downtown with one of the strippers who he had befriended, but at the one club, they kick him out because he threw up. He and the girl go to another club. After hanging out there for a bit, he goes out to his car for something. While he does that, his stripper friend waits around the corner of the bar smoking a cigarette.
Matt is walking back from his car and sees three guys around the girl. He assumes they know her and thinks nothing of it at first. As he gets closer, he sees that the girl is upset and they seem to be giving her a hard time. He walks up and says, "what's going on?" One of the three replies, "you better get the fuck out of here if you know what's good for you." (just like any character in a movie would say, right?) In his mind, Matt goes, "alright..." and starts walking away, then clenches his fist and takes a HUGE charging 5-step swing at one of the guys and just blasts the guy in the jaw. The guy drops. Matt starts to turn toward the next guy but BLAM! He's hit hard by something from behind, blacks out, and drops to the ground.
Saturday morning: ~6:45am.
My phone rings, and it's my boss, but not the one who questioned whether Matt should work that morning. A different boss. Call him G. [we'll call the other boss M.. that comes later] I squint at my phone, because I'm blind.
G - "Hey, uh.. do you know where Matt is?"
Me - "uh.. no.... he didn't show up?"
G - "No, he's not here and he usually calls if something comes up or he's going to be late. He's never just outright missed a shift before."
Me - "I dunno.. he's probably dead in a gutter somewhere."
G - "Well, I'm actually a little worried because like I said this is unusual, he never no-call-no-shows"
Me - "Alright, I'll call around and see if I can find him and I'll let you know."
I hang up, try to call him and it goes right to voicemail. I send him a text saying G was looking for him, then call one other friend who doesn't answer because it's not even 7am on a Saturday. I figured it was pointless to keep calling, so I go back to sleep.
About 45 minutes or an hour later I get another call. It's G again.
G - "Any word?"
Me - "No, no one answered. His phone is off, but I'm guessing you knew that already."
G - "Yea, we tried calling him. We're short a person right now, though, so can you come in?"
Me - "uh.. yea, I'll be there in 20 minutes"
I'm thinking, what an asshole, you better be in a gutter now. I work the shift til mid-afternoon or so, then go home, still no one has heard from him.
About 8pm I get a text from a co-worker:
"Holy shit! Matt was really almost dead!"
Matt, without his phone, showed up to work just to check in. Here's where we learn the rest of the story.
Back-up to Saturday morning.
Matt wakes up in the hospital, turns his head and opens his eyes to see his mom, his dad (they're divorced), and the stripper sitting in the room. His mom immediately stands up and with angry-yet-disappointed-while-still-relieved tears leaves the room quickly. His dad actually starts laughing. The stripper just sits uncomfortably and then a nurse walked in. The nurse explained that he had been knocked out, broke his nose, had a gash over his eye, dislocated a wrist, broke two ribs, and took quite a beating otherwise. .
The nurse goes through the standard check-out stuff, then goes, "oh, do you want this?" She holds up a bag filled with a bloody pen. Matt responds, "no, what the hell would I want with that?" The nurse adds this info: "We had to cut this out of you. It was jutting out of your chest; we had to siphon the ink out of your blood."
Matt: "Wait... you gotta back up."
From here, the stripper tells much more of the story.
Back up again to Friday night as Matt is first hit and drops to the ground.
As soon as he hits the ground, the two standing guys start stomping the shit out of him. The stripper runs around the corner to the bar to grab the bouncer. When she comes back, the three have done a good job on Matt, rifled through his pockets trying to take anything of value. His wallet was stolen, and they went to take his phone but it was a shit flip phone so they spiked it back at him. As they ran away, one found a pen on the ground, stopped, picked it up, then turned and stabbed Matt in the chest right over his heart.
The stripper gets back to him, the bouncer went back in to call 911, and Matt is in and out of consciousness. He's alert enough to know he doesn't have health insurance so he convinces the girl to help him into the car and drive him to the hospital instead of taking the $1000-taxi ride. Then he blacks out for good, probably bleeding out because his BAC when they measured him at the hospital was about a .35 at the time. They couldn't even give him medicine because they were afraid his blood was too thin as it was.
Now up to Saturday morning again. The stripper is gone, and he's walking out of the hospital with his mom and dad. His dad laughs and says, "at least you left me with something to look at." His mom, again near crying, says, "do you know what you said in the middle of the night?" Matt obviously doesn't. While the nurse was talking to him and everyone was in the room, he goes, "this means she's gotta put out, right?" His mom wasn't a fan.
When Matt gets home Saturday night, he calls his voicemail. M, the other boss, had left him about 5 voicemails, each one progressively angrier. He was swearing in the last couple, actually yelling into the phone, meanwhile, Matt nearly was dead in a gutter like I joked about.
Prologue:
Matt saw the girl exactly one more time and never did get to hook up with her.
I have since made sure that every new employee we get at the ice rink hears this story.
He has since had 2 or 3 other near-death experiences, one a texting-while-driving story where G texted him bc Matt had told him he was going to be about 5 min late to work. G responded "ok" and while Matt was reading it, he drove up the front of a snow-plow and completely rolled his truck, which was totaled. He had a MASSIVE concussion from that one and had headaches months later from it. But he's still alive, somehow.
Around the time of this story, his "catchphrase" was "living the dream!" Anytime anyone called him out for doing something not-smart, that was his response. I had always told him he should write a book about his life, so when this happened, I told him that the title for this chapter of the book was pretty obvious: "The dream nearly ends."
I retract my statement. Well my gf was able to get it for $8 shipped a month or so ago.
Point being, they do have some decent deals and no shipping charge!
Agreed with the last two posts. His arrogance can be a little too ridiculous and grating for my tastes, but - fortunately - when I put one of his albums on, I'm doing it to enjoy his music and production. Not to talk philosophy with him for an hour.
I have an autistic cousin who is about 18. He calls me asking him to buy these $20 Nintendo figures on eBay and send them to his house. Pretty funny. I get him one once in a while but have to say no 4 out of 5 times. If I bought him everything he asked for it would cost $500 a year.
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