My dad is at probably about 6th grade level.

My father is extremely quick, a sharp mind. He is able to articulate, but not very eloquently, can't spell really, and or he is self conscious of it and defers to others when writing.

To his credit, he doesn't really need any of that to live a fulfilling life, but, I wonder what would have changed if his education was better or if he got to grow up in a less broken home. How would that change my life? I'm sure I would be doing something much different than I am now. I'm not sure it even matters.

I'm thankful that my father is a kind soul who doesn't really seem meant for this world. He taught me many important lessons in life and I wish there were more genuine people like him. Everyone seems to gravitate towards him even tho he is by all accounts an "idiot". He's an anarchist in purest form. I'll miss him when he's gone, but I carry his spark within me. <3

It's a 10 billion dollar industry iirc.

Escape route. Indoors too closed off. I dunno.

I grew up in the city. My parents were punks. I lived in the city my whole life. I'm out in the hills now in my isolation. I get to interact with the people the left kind of ignores. I'm a tradesman. I work with and interact with a lot of well meaning smart but under educated people that get written off as nazis pretty much by alot of my peers. Now I'm not saying they are right, I'm just saying they're working class and have the same immediate goals, they just happened to be indoctrinated af by the entire system around them and haven't experienced different. Most mean well ime and good conversation is not out of the question. Hopefully we can avoid a potential masacre. I'd like to think my small interactions are making some tiny wave for the future. Progress is slow. I personally can't live in the city anymore.

That behavior is kinda shameful lol

Hear hear!!

I've unknowingly injected some wild ass noids in my time. Not fun, super dangerous. The real bad time, I luckily got warned before hand. Ended up copping something else cause there were ambulances everywhere and people freaking out all over the street, so yea, something told me not to. Whew.

Having to steal food is super tiresome. Would rather not have to, but I've never felt bad about doing it. Imagine that. The normalization of the degradation is my issue personally. Putting people on one side of a moral line based on bullshit economic factors that for the one stealing are a kin to the winds of fate.

Unless you can afford a lawyer, Stop and frisk is the norm.

Your not alone. Same here. Lots of ideas round here.

My court ordered rehab was putting dudes w >1year clean time on suboxone.

It was a grift, the profitization of the Healthcare and criminal justice system.

I went there after jail, and it just felt like an extension of county jail. So it was "better than jail" but never quite felt like rehab. Largely dependent on the community vibe. One person could throw a wrench in it.

Ultimately I had found change before I ever got to the rehab. The rehab was more like a ridiculous reality TV side bonus to getting my real freedom back.

My experience was overall good. Not from the program or facility itself, but cause of the human connections I made.

The rehab was a really shitty, state run thing mostly for parolees.

They were putting people w mad clean time on suboxone etc. So it was a big grift on multiple levels.

Alot of their practices I did not agree with.

Ultimately it was not the rehab, but what I found within myself that helped me and I'm not sure the rehab actually provided that spark at all. It was a long time coming for me personally.

The entire experience was actually really funny and I look back on it fondly. Very surreal.