
Fuck you if you’re a drunk driver like this asshole
This piece of shit was driving down central ave shit faced. My bf and I had to pull him out of his car.

This piece of shit was driving down central ave shit faced. My bf and I had to pull him out of his car.
I (34F) have been working in the automotive industry for 10+ years at this point. It doesn’t pay well, customers suck, and I’m tired of working in this industry. My dream is to be a nail tech, but I can’t afford to go to school since I get paid so little and I have so much debt I’m desperately trying to pay off. It feels like I’m drowning. I’ve applied to multiple jobs, all of them saying “application viewed” or “not selected by employer”. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I’ve job hopped a lot, which I know doesn’t look good, but I have developed a great set of skills over the jobs I have had, and I refuse to work in a toxic environment. I don’t like to work office/desk jobs, I have diagnosed ADHD and have had the diagnosis since I was a child, I hate sitting still 8+ hours at a time, I need to keep my hands/body busy and that ends up with me getting written up or let go. I’m tired of the struggle as everyone else is at this point.
Can someone please point me in the right direction?
Does anyone have any insight on what happened?
What do I do in this situation? The tree actually came down on my Downstairs Neighbor’s car, but it only got a couple of scratches. But I am worried that more damage can come if they don’t take care of the tree.
1400 mineral spring ave n prov
Free food!!!
My old man is crossing over by the end of summer if time and his health allows. I’m trying to get ahead of things now before grief takes over.
I would love a custom urn that kind of showcases our long 15 years together, a nose print ring, and maybe some type of mug with his paw print on it.
I don’t want your typical run of the mill urn, I want to help local artists as much as I can. Pic of my old man for dog tax of course.
Don’t worry, I picked up the condom wrappers, the beans you threw against my building, and the bottle of booze, and your birthday present wrappings you left behind. I couldn’t get all of it because the rain melted the paper into the concrete. There was so much garbage it’s was disgusting. Do better.
There’s no name or anything, but this painting struck me and immediately had to take it home with me.