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She’s dead, Jim

By M Davies   /     Jul 11, 2012  /     Annoyances, The WTF File  /     3 Comments

And thus begins the great car hunt of 2012…..


The Versa was dead to begin with.  There was no doubt about that.  The old Versa was deader than a door nail. — From the novel “A Versa Carol” by Charles Dickens


I purchased my Nissan Versa used in 2010 from Gray Chevrolet in Stroudburg.  It’s a 2009 model.  It was working beautifully up until my accident last year.  The day before my birthday…I swerved to avoid a deer on Old Route 115 in Lehman.  I hit a patch of ice and my car went off road.  I was able to re-correct it and avoid slamming into a telephone pole, but it was already too late.  All of the rock and underbrush from the shoulder damaged the right front passenger-side tire and other crap underneath my engine.  I was barely able to get my car home that evening and it was towed to Quality Collision in Dallas the day after my birthday (New Years Day).  What a way to start a new year.  By the way, this area of Old Route 115 is notorious for water run off.  A person was killed in an accident in the same area I ran off the road back in March.  You can read that story online at right here.


I’m not convinced that incident didn’t have something to do with why my car is dead.


I started to notice my car had an issue right after the Fourth of July.  Before work on Saturday morning, I started up my car ahead of loading up all of my crap needed for my shift (purse, water, laptop bag, charging cables, etc) and as I was doing that I noticed it was “puttering”.  Like it was shaking slightly and making this “put put put put put” noise.  That was abnormal, but it seemed fine otherwise.  I drove it in with no issues, except for the moth that I let in when loading my car.  Saturday was hot and so was Sunday.  I had the AC on a lot both days, so I figured the puttering may have had something to do with overtaxing the engine.  Sunday I noticed the same thing, except worse.  Something did not seem right.  It started bucking and shaking violently whenever I was stopped.  I can’t say that I’ve ever ridden a bucking bronco or have suffered from shaken baby syndrome, but if I had, I would imagine it would feel like how my car drove on Sunday morning on my way home from work.  Monday was more of the same, with one exception….when I took my car out to grab lunch, I noticed that the “Service Engine Soon” light on my car’s dashboard appeared.  WTF?



Oh that other light?  The exclamation point?  Yeah, that’s also always on.  Normally, when it is on, it means that the tire pressure is low, but I recently purchased 4 new tires, and the Nissan OEM valve stems were replaced with generic ones.  When that happens, the stupid sensor freaks out because it cannot get a reading on the tire pressure.  I’m sorry, but I’m not paying 90 dollars a tire to have it replaced x4 tires.


When I was ready to leave work finally around 6pm, there was a major traffic back-up on 81 South, some accident happened near the Dupont exit and Lifeflight was called in.  I decided to wait a bit until the traffic cleared up before attempting to leave.  My car was bucking and shaking when sitting idle and I was afraid that I would have stalled out or broken down right on the Interstate.  Around 6:30, things seemed clear, so I left.  Everything was peachy keen until I got to the road that my house is on.  I was preparing to make a left turn onto my road from Route 29, but there were 6 or so cars coming up the hill from the opposite direction.  I had to wait until they passed before I could turn….and wouldn’t you know it, that was just enough time for my car to stall out.  Luckily, I was able to negotiate the turn onto the road, but all of my steering, breaks and other controls were dead and there were a million alarm lights lit up.  I pulled the car off onto a side dirt road and shut off the engine.  I waited about 2-3 minutes and attempted to turn it back over.  IT STARTED.  Thank god.  I was about a mile from my house, I could have walked home, but I wouldn’t have felt comfortable leaving my car unattended.  I drove it home safely and then my husband took it for a ride to my brother in laws.


The two of them looked at the car and engine and determined that there was 0 quarts of oil in my car.  They immediately went and got oil and dumped it in the engine.  It seemed to be behaving slightly better.  They took it for a ride again and noticed the bucking, shaking and lack of power.  They determined that a rod in my engine, or multiple rods are damaged due to the lack of oil.  Here’s the ass kicker though, my “check oil” light never came on.  It only lit up after my car had stalled out.  Don’t you think it should have warned me before there was…oh I don’t know….say NO OIL inside of the engine?!  Nah.  Why should things make sense?  We thought that perhaps when my car was in the accident earlier this year, that something got messed up with the oil pan or oil sensors, but who knows.


After doing a KBB on my car, we determined it’s only worth 5k.  A new engine would be 3k.  It does not make sense to put a new engine in it.  Time to start car shopping.  Yippee fucking skippee.


I went to Wyoming Valley Motors, Ertley Motor World and then back to Wyoming Valley Motors today.  I was on my way to a Fiat dealer when I hit construction traffic on 81.  Afraid I’d get stuck, I got off on the first exit and went back home.  I did put down a deposit on an absolutely gorgeous VW Jetta this afternoon, and got a fairly decent deal on it, but the hubs is not convinced about making this commitment.  I don’t really know what other options I have.  My credit is kind of terrible right now because of these assholes and the situation they put me in.  That 1500 dollars could sure come in handy now.


I’m still not sure what I’m going to do.  I may try to stop at the stupid Fiat dealer tomorrow to see if  I can get a better deal.  I’m pretty much screwed anyway I look at it right now, and hopefully my car won’t blow up before I can trade it in.  However, once it’s in the dealer’s hands….good luck chuck.  That thing could burst into flames for all I care.


As bad as this whole ordeal has been, I guess I am lucky to be alive.  Around 10:30 I’d say, I heard a bunch of sirens and my head did a 360 assuming the noise was coming from the TV.  It wasn’t the TV, it was coming from outside.  For a minute, I had a flashback to living in Hanover Township…I headed outside to see what the commotion was about.  I couldn’t really see too well, but there were a bunch of fire, police and ambulances lining my road.  I, of course, assumed that one of the trailers across the street was busted for a meth lab (several very shady people over there), but it wasn’t.  I walked to the end of my dirt road and it turns out someone crashed head on into a tree narrowly missing a trailer across the street.  People have been known to fly up and down the road that I live off of, and right before that it had rained.  Combined with the poor lighting, I’m sure this person was driving fast, on perhaps bald tires and drove right off the road.  I wish people would realize THIS IS NOT THE INTERSTATE AND CHILDREN LIVE ON THIS ROAD.  As you can see below, if this happened during the day, there may have been kids on the swingset.



The Lifeflight helicopter landed soon after and took 1, perhaps 2 people to a nearby hospital.


No matter how bad my car situation is….at least I’m not that guy.

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Why god? Why?

By M Davies   /     Apr 02, 2012  /     Medical Issues, The WTF File  /     0 Comment

Remember my dental fiasco over the summer?  Welp.  If you don't, head on over and read the post and I'll wait here until you come back.


Glad to see you're back.  Yeah, that tooth is infected….AGAIN.  Driving home after the Scranton Story Slam on Saturday night, I noticed that the left side of my mouth was extremely sore.  The pain reminded me of having a clenched jaw or grinding your teeth.  I didn't think it was a cavity or anything like that.  I immediately started to wonder if I should have Doc Hollywood paged to see if I could get some pain medications.  Something did not feel right.  I decided to take some Advil when I got home (it was 11:00ish when I got back to Sweet Valley) and hoped that it would clear up overnight. 

The Advil did absolutely nothing for the pain and it was more intense the next morning.  I decided that I better not fuck around with it, and had the dentist paged.  He prescribed me Tylenol 3 (with codeine) and Amoxicillin.  I am allergic to sulfa drugs (Bactrim) so I can't have any of the stronger antibiotics or I can get really sick.  Rich went and picked up the medications for me at CVS after they were called in… and I took them, but I was still feeling pretty sore.  Chewing was a problem, so the only thing I ate yesterday was soup. 

The dentist's office called me this morning and asked if I could come in for 2:30.  I checked with my boss who was ok with it, so I planned to leave around noonish.  A few minutes later, the dentist told me that something earlier opened up and they wanted to know if I could leave right then.  I checked with my boss again and he said no problem.  I left and took everything with me…I wasn't sure if I'd be back or not.  In the car, I raced up the Larksville Mountain and headed over to Trucksville.  The dentist took me back right away and started to do some X-Rays.  I gagged like 3 times because that's what I do and then I nearly barfed.

Of the 3 X-Rays he was able to take, nothing appeared out of the ordinary.  I tried to show him where the pain was coming from.  It is along the bottom left gum in the vicinity of where my root canal happened over the summer.  It wasn't necessarily the tooth itself, but the gum.  He sanded down my tooth thinking that my bite was off.  The adjustment did feel slightly better, but there was still pain.  And then that was it.  He lifted me back up from the chair and told me I needed to go to a specialist.  He referred me to (what I'm guessing) one of his other buddy dentists in Forty Fort.  I was referred for 2:30pm and they were nice enough to make a cleaning appointment for Friday the 13th.  LUCKY ME.

I headed back home to kill some time in the interim, and headed back out.  I was honestly scared shitless at this point.  The root canal experience was HELL, and that was with a bunch of gas and Novocaine, and I still felt every thing that was going on.  The new dentist, who specializes in only root canals, was extremely nice and caring.  He wanted to know who did my root canal – was it Dr. Asshole or "Jamie".  Jamie?  I didn't feel right calling my dentist by a pet name.  I shook my head and he said "Jamie?".  And feeling backed into a corner about the name, I finally said "Yes, Jaime."  He took 3 more X-Rays (my head is going to glow in the dark tonight!) which were as equally gag-inducing as the last set that were taken at Jamie's office.  The new specialist has an advanced X-Ray machine apparently, and he was able to tell right away that something was not right….and with the root canal tooth like I had thought.

It turns out, there is an abscess beginning to form directly under where the last root canal was.  It's becoming infected.  He tested this by pressing and wiggling my tooth and gums back and forth.  I nearly went through the ceiling.  YEAH OW.  YOU FOUND IT, NOW CUT IT OUT.

After spending nearly 600 dollars on my last root canal, I decided that when I got my new job I would opt for the secondary dental insurance as a back-up to my husband's existing policy.  His insurance kind of sucks and doesn't cover much apparently.  I flashed the two insurance cards like a champ and after their calculations this root canal should cost at most 50 dollars out of pocket.  WINNING.  However….he doesn't have gas in his office.  He numbs up the tooth and surrounding areas and that's it.  When he told me that, I was ready to cry right on the spot.  I barely made it through the last root canal, how am I going to make it through this one.  Can't they knock me out?  Hit me in the head with a rock?  A brick?  I'll even sign a waiver in my own blood that I won't sue.  Just please god, I do not want to be conscience for that again. 

At any rate, the root canal round #2 is scheduled for Wednesday at 11:30am.  Kill me now. 

In the meantime, the new specialist assigned me some super-duper hulk strength steroids.  I'm not really sure what the theory is behind this.  He says that it will help calm the tooth down so that it won't be uncomfortable to work on Wednesday.  I have been reading online about these little pills (six of which I have to take by the end of tonight).  Hooo boy.  I'm in for a fun week.  Side effects include:  Severe allergic reactions (rash; hives; itching; difficulty breathing; tightness in the chest; swelling of the mouth, face, lips, or tongue); bloody, black, or tarry stools; changes in body fat; changes in menstrual period; chest pain; fainting; fever, chills, or sore throat; increased hunger, thirst, or urination; mental or mood changes; muscle pain, weakness, or wasting; seizures; severe nausea or vomiting; slow wound healing; stomach pain; sudden, severe dizziness or headache; swelling of the feet or legs; tendon, bone, or joint pain; thinning of the skin; unusual bruising or bleeding; unusual skin sensation; unusual weight gain; vision changes or other eye problems; vomit that looks like coffee grounds.

I'm really excited about the coffee grounds vomit especially.  I guess it is to be expected when you are on a drug that has "meth" in the name.  Methylprednisolone to be exact.  Gesundheit!

I didn't sneeze.  Oh wait, it must be the mental or mood changes kicking in.  The voices in my head are carrying on a conversation.

I headed over to CVS after all of that to pick up my prescription and found out that my husband's health insurance policy was canceled.  What the .. … .. . ???  Apparently, someone at the company decided to conveniently "forget" to send in the check to Blue Cross.  This happened yesterday when he stopped by to pick up the prescriptions that Doc Hollywood a.k.a. "Jamie" called in.  The company assured us that it was taken care of.  Guess what?  It wasn't.  I had to pay double what I normally would for the scripts.  The HR person said that we are able to expense whatever expenses were not picked up by the insurance for the medications.  Gee ya think?  Needless to say I was not pleased, and still am not.  Good thing I wasn't in a major car accident or something and need to be admitted to the hospital. 

"SORRY, Mrs. Davies, I know you are dying, but your insurance card is coming up expired.  We're going to have to wheel you out into the street until this issue gets resolved with the insurance company."

"Over my dead body you will….oh wait…."

There are the voices again.

I guess I should probably lay down and get some rest.  Today sucked. 


I'll be posting my Blog Fest recap tomorrow hopefully.  As usual, I'm the last one.

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Staying with the theme….

By M Davies   /     Mar 26, 2012  /     I hate my neighbors, NEPA, The WTF File  /     0 Comment

2 3 4 5 Many Many new crimes in Hanover Township — 

From the TL:  A home invasion/shooting/robbery/mugging –,129279

From the CV:  A robbery at the Game Station (video game store) –

Also, from the CV:  Where’s my schmoopy?  No you are my schmoopy.  Ahhhh schmoopy schmoopy.  Obviously, not at Schmoopy’s Bar and Grill, because it was burglarized.

From the CV:  And now, there are 5 storm grates missing.

Update 04/30/12  From the TL:  Attempted abduction in Hanover Township.,145199

Update 08/27/12 From the TL:  Someone stabbed on the street I used to live on,197422

I’m literally thinking of starting up the Wilkes-Barre crime map again…only for Hanover Township this time around.

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Google this!

By M Davies   /     Nov 26, 2011  /     Quotes, The WTF File  /     0 Comment

My husband is the self proclaimed "Network God" of a CLEC (competitive local exchange carrier) telephone company headquartered in Maryland.  He messes with routers, switches and various routing protocols all day long (and night too if he happens to be on call).  As much as I respect his knowledge for the business and the realm of the computing world, there is one thing that I can't respect.  And that is his incessant need to stalk what I Google for.

In this house, the utilities are in my name, which includes the phone, cable, Internet, and electricity.  His company foots the bill for the Internet, since he works from home, but this shouldn't be considered a free pass to question everything I search the internet for.  I realize that most people reading this are probably like….what the hell do you mean?  Well here's an example:

I woke up at 4am at some point last week due to this most recent bout of insomnia I've been facing.  My internal clock is all kinds of fucked up from being on second shift and then suddenly switching back to first shift again.  I think that I have work shift related jet lag.  Also, you should know that I sleep with the TV on.  The background noise helps lull me to sleep.  Sleeping in silence drives me nuts because I can't turn off my brain, I just keep thinking about things all night and end up being restless and unable to fall asleep.  So there's your premise.  Anyway, I woke up at 4am, as I previously said, and some Motown special was on PBS.  I absolutely LOVE Motown music.  The special closed with Stevie Wonder singing "Sunshine of my Life", which I decided to Google to check the lyrics because I also have a sick obsession with lyrics to songs.  Anyway….  I came home later that evening to a barrage of questions. 



"You googled for "Sunshine of my Life", why?"

"Um….because it was on the PBS Motown Special last night, and I couldn't sleep.  I wanted to know what the lyrics were."


This isn't the first ocassion that this type of thing has happened either.  This is just the most recent example I can think of in an ongoing pattern.  Spying is such an unattractive hobby.  I got to talking to Harold about this, and we started going back and forth about things I should Google just to freak him out over AIM. 


mhryvnak:  Did I ever tell you…

mhryvnak:  He watches everything I google for

mhryvnak:  And then questions me after the fact…

DataBoy Echo:  Hah, no.

mhryvnak:  "Why did you search for this…."

mhryvnak:  "Why did you search for that…"

DataBoy Echo:  where can i purchase thallium

mhryvnak:  Hahahahahahahaha

mhryvnak:  Omg

Databoy Echo:  how to dispose of a body

mhryvnak:  I like where this is going

Databoy Echo:  won't the brake fluid leak when I cut the break lines?

Databoy Echo:  taking out insurance policy without husband knowing

mhryvnak:  "What does it mean when your husband doesn't know the definition to marjoram?"

mhryvnak:  Hahaha.  Omg.

mhryvnak:  Quotes that your husband messes up

Databoy Echo:  definition of spachela

mhryvnak:  recluse husband

mhryvnak:  I used the word recluse in a sentence the other day and he didn't know what I was talking about.

Databoy Echo:  husband likes hot dogs what does this mean?


Don't take this post too seriously.  I'm just rebelling against big brother constantly looking over my shoulder.  I have no plans to purchase thallium or cut brake lines.  At least at this point, anyway.

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Pay no attention to that noise behind the curtain

By M Davies   /     Nov 06, 2011  /     Annoyances, The WTF File  /     2 Comments

Welp. Something is wrong with my car (again).  As I'm sure you'll remember, I most recently had a flat tire, which I thankfully able to get patched. 

This time the problem is the noise it is emitting.  I'm quite certain that I'm breaking the noise ordinance in most neighborhoods that I drive through.  This noise mysteriously started on my drive into work on Wednesday.  I was of course blaring music loudly and singing along as I often do and then I was like….wait a minute…something doesn't sound right with the bass in this Snoop D O double G song.  I turned down the volume and sure enough my car sounded as if it was going to blow up.  TERRIFIC, I thought.  At the point I noticed the noise, I was near the BK in Shavertown.  I had to take Overbrook Road that day because Hillside Road was closed.  I still had quite a ways to go before I was at work.  I was freaking out.

I ended up discovering that the faster that I drove, the less I would hear this noise.  So I drove fast the entire way down the Cross Valley.  Something I really don't like to do because cops are always prone to sitting around the Rock Cut looking for speeders.  Luckily, I managed to make it to work, but I was nervous about whether or not I'd make it home later that evening.

The noise sounded like it was emanating from my shifter.  Its a rattling type of noise.  It also sounds very bass-y.  Here's my impression of it: Car Noise

After arriving home that evening, the hubs took a look at my car and said it sounded like it was the exhaust.  He also compared it to those kids driving around with the big mufflers and the tinted windows with the loud cars.  "People PAY for that noise!", he said.  In the name of sanity, WHY?  I feel like my brain is rattling around in my skull when I'm stopped at a red light.  The noise is more noticeable when I'm stopped or parked.  He also wondered if some had stolen my catalytic converter.  I know absolutely nothing about cars, so I have no idea what that is or what it does…but apparently thieves can trade it in at scrap yards for cash.  I have no idea when someone would have had a chance to heist that from my vehicle…but then again, for the last three months I've been either sleeping, working or at school…so I guess anything is possible.

Anyway, the moral of this story is, now I have to take my f-ing car to f-ing Nissan to get it looked at and who the hell knows how much that is going to cost me this close to Black Friday and Christmas.  Ugh. 

Until then, if you hear me driving down your street with my car, don't stare at me…I'm already absolutely horrified and embarrassed with the sound it is making.

Please and Thank you.

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The Stiff

By M Davies   /     Nov 01, 2011  /     Annoyances, I hate my neighbors, The WTF File  /     2 Comments

[Sidenote:  This is a extremely abbreviated version of the story.]

3 years ago we moved from Hanover Township to Sweet Valley.  We had simply outgrown the house that we lived in.  After months and months of searching, we finally came across the listing for the house that we live in now and put a bid on it.  There was much back and forth between the sellers and ourselves, but we worked through all of the issues and the offer was accepted.  We moved in March of 2008. 

After the move, the house in Hanover Township was left vacant.  We tried to do a "For Sale by Owner" and also listed the property with a real estate agent with no luck.  Our move came in the middle of the housing bubble burst, and not many people were buying or being approved for loans.  The burden of maintaining two properties and two mortgage payments was becoming out of control.  You don't realize how much yard work there is until you are doing it once a week for 2 houses that are 20 miles apart.  Not to mention, shoveling of sidewalks, watching for burglars, carting of garbage/recycling, maintaining utility payments, and, and and……

We were approached by my sister-in-law about people that she knew that were looking for a place to rent.  She mentioned our house.  The people came and looked at it and agreed to rent it from us which covered the mortgage payment and they also took care of the yard work….for the most part.  One of my neighbors in Hanover Township is a royal asshat and causes issues all of the time for me.  We had the Hanover Township code enforcement officer out a few times because the narc'd about the grass being too high or the dog poop wasn't being cleaned up fast enough.  It was the middle of winter, in the city, and there was a 6ft high privacy fence.  Someone has too much time on their hands….


They stayed for about a year which was excellent because it did not mean having to come up with 2 mortgage payments every month.  I was actually starting to get caught up on bills.  Then we received the bad news that they were leaving.  I had to find another renter, or be faced with coming up with 2 mortgage payments again around the holidays.  Things were not looking good.

Enter Jeff and Nicole.  In a rare moment, I'm actually going to use these people's real names because they do not deserve the privilege of anonymity after what they've put me through.  Both were friends of a mutual friend of mine and they were looking to move back to PA from Virginia Beach as the cost of living is more reasonable in this area.  We signed a rental agreement that stated they were to pay 600 dollars every month (just as the previous renters were).  The terms of the lease were a month-to-month contract.  I believe there was also to be a security deposit, but I do not have my court papers in front of me.  I received 1/2 month of rent the entire 3 months that they lived in my house.  300 dollars.  That's it.  Well wait a minute….now that I think about it, I did get a check for 250 which bounced in my checking account right before Christmas, and was also given a $500 check that I was unable to cash from M&T.  I went there every week with that check in the hopes that there would be funds available.  The check expired before THAT HAPPENED.  They owed me $1500.00 and it was starting to put a financial burden on my life. 

After consulting with SEVERAL friends, who are all godsends I might add, it was determined that it was time to take action.  After researching the Pennsylvania Landlord-Tennant law of 1959, I found out that I did in fact, have the legal right to get them evicted.  There was a certain protocol that needed to be followed.  I checked with my local Magistrate's office, and I needed to give a 10 day notification of the eviction in writing.  I did that.  Taped the notice right to the door with a witness.  Then I filed a Landlord Tenant Complaint with the Magistrate's office and was scheduled a hearing.  Check.  I would have filed the paperwork sooner, but I was broke and had to borrow the cost of the fees from my Mother.  How sad is that?  I was 29, borrowing money from my mother.

I showed up to the hearing nervous as shit.  My hands could not stop shaking.  I knew that if they did not show up to the hearing that chances are I would have been granted the Order of Possession, but they did end up showing up (albeit late).  When I was finally called back into the courtroom of the Magistrate's office, I presented all of my evidence including profane text messages that were sent to me by these scumbags, as well as ones that clearly stated that they would not pay and that "my money would be used for a lawyer".  That's funny, because there wasn't one present.  Nicole, as smart as she thought she was, told the judge that she didn't feel like she should need to leave because she needed to save up money for another place (….while living in mine scott free….).  The Magistrate then explained to her how landlords are still responsible for mortgage payments even when their tenants do not pay.  Then the Magistrate questioned why it took so long for me to file suit, and I told him that it was because I had to borrow the money from my Mom.  That seemed to seal their fate.  Possession was granted and they needed to vacate the premises within 10 days.  I was also granted a judgement for the back rent $1500 dollars plus court fees. 

You might be thinking, YAY, She won!!  No, not yay.  I have yet to receive a dime of any of that money.  These scumbag deadbeats left town without paying me a dime and have not tried to establish contact with me since.  Technically, I can go and have the paperwork filed with the Luzerne County Courthouse to have a lien put in their names, but there's little that can be done for it to be enforced unless they reside in Pennsylvania.  From my understanding, the lien basically entitles me to get what is owed to me should they ever come into a large sum of money.  However, every Tom, Dick & Harry debt collector (including banks) are after them as well.  My name would be added to this list somewhere, probably toward the bottom.  I could see some of the money or no money.  I told the story to a Leadership Wilkes-Barre classmate who was also in my project group, and a lawyer.  He was rather impressed that I was able to get a judgement all by myself sans legal representation.  He helped to draft a letter to the jerkoff's in an attempt to make a payment arrangement to collect my judgement.  They ignored two letters from him and then disappeared.  To where, I don't know….

Until today, when I heard from the mutual friend that Jeff & Nicole are living in Michigan.  Apparently, they've fallen on bad times because he had lost his job.  They face the prospect of being homeless I guess.  And rightfully so, they skip from town to town and do not pay anyone….landlords, utilities, banks or money they borrow from people.  There's only so long that you can live a lifestyle of lies and deceit before it catches up with you.  I feel no remorse.  You took food directly out of my children's mouth. 

Karma.  She is a bitch, heyna?

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