Into The Afternight: Our 3rd Shift O/T

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If you’re still up and want to talk Chiefs, or just hang with fellow citizens of the Kingdom, this is the place.

I’m not ready to really speak, yet, but put briefly, I regret yesterday’s events. I’m quite sure that I annoyed, anger, and hurt the feelings of quite a few, such was my psych crisis, for lack of a better term. These are all quite normal reactions, so I read no malice into them. I didn’t see it coming, but I’m sure that many who suffer from seizures don’t feel just fine afterward, and the same’s true with me. If you’ve felt like I deserve punishment, it’s happening now, and it’s my own mind doing it to me.

That was long, but in closing, here’s an example of the futility of making things illegal to control behavior, since the kid who built this during WWII had built his first but at the age of 15, got caught by the gov’t, promised to not do it again…and went right back to building guns. It’s in 9mmP and is what is called in many languages a “machine pistol”, which is a better term than our “submachine gun”. The kid scaled up a pistol design, worked out his own full-auto system, and started building these selective-fire weapons, by hand. During WWII, in a blacksmith shop.

These things require special licensing to own, now, and rightly so. Nobody needs full auto for legitimate civilian purposes, except for properly-licensed business that are selling an experience under controlled conditions. I agree with reasonable limitations, but this issue’s hardly the only source of psychological impacts, I mentioned another to Ups, and there are more left unmentioned.

OK, that wasn’t short, either, but I’m still hurting. Those who have it in them to forgive me, will, but nobody should have to apologize for having a seizure, and I had as much control over my break as said patient.

With that, time’s yours.

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02/08/2023 9:35 pm

speaking uf seizures.
Went to the bar Sat for my 1st day drinking (other than the incensingly rare noon game)…good time, bullshitting with a cool Eagles fan that’s a regular I’ve never really talked to, schooling a Cowboys fan on grounding rules, having 1 more vodka soda than I had planned when my brother, while standing, sneezed and fell backwards…out cold
WTF3 guys got to him before i could, he was breathing, pulse, eyes closed. 911 called, eyes open but no one home…EMT arrives quick, he fights them (weakly).
He has not vocalized a thing in 4-5 minutes.
EMT takes him, I take a minute to not fall apart, get his phone and glasses, get to the car, call the other brother, get home, grab his meds….meet other brother in ER
expecting him to be stroked the fuck out in about an hour we go to room 37 to my still drunk brother saying “what the fuck happened” and making the nurses laugh……………that is all.
pompano wept, until he got his shit wired

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