what a tangled web we weave: When first we practice to deceive!

A neat story about how I came up with my name. Despite a healthy sex drive, I'm not having sex again.

AINEC

If you've come to realize that (1) Lucifer's presence is/was by The Heavenly Father's design (2) that hell hasn't/didn't accomplished anything by Lucifer being allowed entrance (3) getting many "people" to believe in sellable lies isn't an accomplishment, and doesn't make it so (4) and seeking reassurances from liar(s), rather than evaluating meaningful action and actual results for yourself, is a bad idea; then congratulations, and here is a cookie.

what a tangled web we weave: When first we practice to deceive!

I am referring to the challenge in the Bible that Jesus faced against Satan, and all that he endured thereafter. Thank God!

If pomposity, arrogance, smirking, smiling, posturing, puffing out your chest, laughing to yourself, gesturing, meaningless chatter, lying through your teeth, selling lies with the appearance of action without taking anything but cowardice action built on a clear lie, bluffs, shaking your head like your winning, semi-bluffs, angling like you're going to bluff only to bluff and then angle more so you can bluff again, sticking your nose up to everyone else, counting your chickens before they hatch, and then discarding, in your mind only, as irrelevant, count for something, then well done.

I'm referring to the Biblical situation surrounding Caiaphas and his followers. With the protection, guidance, strength, and wisdom of The Heavenly Father, Jesus prevailed against Lucifer and evil, and ultimately died for our sins paving a new path for Salvation.

“Those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it.”

I floss everyday, but I aint a dentist

Your whole style and approach, I invented

And I ain't takin' that back

'Cause I meant it

Well, the longest I can think of was back in summer 2012 in Florida. I was at a strip club talking to some stripper. This was before I got religion mind you. After finishing off a beer that suddenly tasted strange, and experiencing a bizarre physiological reaction, I hustled out of the club to induce vomiting.

Three big, brawly bouncers, circle. Ask, "What's up?" I tell them I need an EMT ASAP. Ring leader says, "Nah, you should be fine, but we'll call one if you really decide you need it." Feeling dizzy, I foolishly get a cab, and head back to my apartment. I Crash. 24+ hours later, I slowly peel myself off the mattress.

As an aside, my left ACL had been completely wrecked prior to passing out. I mean, needed surgery, wrecked. Was walking around South Beach, hobbling. To my disbelief, when I arose, my knee was healed. Thank God!

Like I said before, I don't know exactly how long I was out for. But it was beyond 24 hours. When I finally get back up, I'm utterly dehydrated and exhausted. Instead of being clear headed and getting a drink from the faucet, I hastily walk to a local food store to buy one. When I get there, I find that my wallet's been emptied.

When it rains, it pours. And no, I'm not referring to Noah's Arch.

Realizing I have no money, I politely ask the clerk, "if I may use the bathroom to get a drink from the sink." He angrily snarls back at me, "No, for customers only!" The same ****ing clerk, who my best buddy last week is now a complete *****. So I respectfully remind him that, "I'm a regular here and have tipped him many times in the past. All I'm asking of you is to allow me to use your bathroom." Now, all the customers in line, suddenly become enraged at me! "You're slowing the line down," "Shut up already!" It's Miami Beach, mind you. Clerk orders me to, GTFO!

In both thirst and anger, I impulsively steal a bottle of water, and dash out of the store. I would describe this as a somewhat odd occurrence for me, since I'm not a criminal. I don't have a record and have never been charged with a crime. In other words, I've never been formally accused of anything, and there is a reason for that. I've been cuffed a handful of times, but again, no charges.

Clerk comes running out, yells at me, and spits on my face. Fella, then goes back inside, and calls the cops.

Well, they arrive. I see the first patrol car, so I approach him to explain what I had done wrong. He quickly steps out of his vehicle, draws his weapon, crouches behind the front of his vehicle, and orders me on my knees with hands in the air. I comply. Cop puts his gun back in his holster, and comes at me with cuffs. Next he tells me that, "The beat down has just begun." I reply, "I know."

Dude, searches me and my bag for weapons. Amazingly, he finds none.

Officer asks me, after I'm cuffed, "what happened?" I tell him, "I stole a bottle of water in anger and thirst, because I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom to get a drink of water at a store I'm a regular at."

Cop grabs my license, gets back in his vehicle, and runs my license. I'm still on my knees, cuffed on the sidewalk of North Beach. Five other uniforms swarm. Slow day in Miami. Dude, exits his vehicle, and comes over for a chat.

Now, I don't know what this fella's deal is, and I don't care. But I swear to God that he says to me, "You just got out of hell," and "No one else here, can see us."

That's got to be crossing some sort of procedural law enforcement rule of engagement, but I'm not a police officer, so how the hell would I know.

Anyways, the officers convene to have group Pow-Wow within ear shot, and discuss, "how he doesn't have a criminal past, doesn't have any felonies, and has never been charged with a crime." Maybe they factored in, that they knew I had been punched in the face by a homeless guy, who wasn't actually homeless, after 'trying' to help him out, because I believed that he was homeless. I don't know, and can't say with certitude.

Bottom line, no charges are going to be filed, but they definitely felt the need to give me a long lecture on the importance of community safety and their duties as officers. Then they escorted me away.

Being that I stole a bottle of water, was a bit puzzled when held at gun point, and was told, "I just got out of hell," and, "no one else can see them," I kept my mouth shut. Was I punished beyond that? Yes. Was I charged with a crime? No.

Guys, poor Chester hurt his ankle

So I'm at Aventura Mall in southern Florida, this is after I got my teeth smashed in by a "homeless" man mind you, and I start coughing and reflex hiccupping over and over again. I'm with a "family" member who asks, "What's wrong with you?" I tell her, "Don't know," and I keep hiccupping uncontrollably.

So we get in the SUV, and drive towards Mount Sinai Hospital, for emergency medical treatment. The "staff" eventually takes me in the back after a lengthy wait in the lobby area, despite my obvious need for emergency medical attention. An Israeli "doctor", who just happens to mention (with a wink) another Israeli doctor from the Philadelphia area, who I knew of, tells me and the "family" member I'm with, "that somebody probably spiked my drink with an hallucinogenic club drug." And, "Oh yeah, I'd be staying for a while without a choice." I'm still hiccupping without control as he's informing me all of this.

This Israeli "doctor" says, "I'm going to give you an injection now." I tell him, "No, I don't want it and am legally within my right to refuse medical treatment." He chuckles, and says to me, "Oh, okay, well I'll just have you sign that you don't want treatment, and I'll stick you anyway." Injected.

I guess he didn't read my allergy list, because it clearly stated that if I'm given morphine, I stop breathing. Folks, go out on a limb and guess what happened next. Yup, I start gasping for air. Exact same response as when I was given morphine for the first time after knee surgery; at least the nurse then provided an effective antidote. So, while gasping for air I spazz out and do a few push ups in front of the large guard who's blocking me from trying to leave. So, I'm sitting in the corner of this hospital room, still gasping, and struggling to breath. I glance up to see the Israeli "doctor" in his office, with his shoes off and feet comfortably perched up on a chair, casually talking to two of his "other staff members." Time passes and eventually I just black out.

As for the teeth that were smashed in with a strong right jab (he was right handed), I found a oral surgeon/dentist who was also an Israeli (Michael Mizrachi's dentist) who reset the teeth at around 3am. This dentist was always proudly displaying his Yamaka at all times. In the ensuing dental visits, he informed me that I had a few cavities, without specifying beyond that, and proceeded to drill and fill every tooth in my mouth. Just happened to cost a tad more than expected.

Yeah I was feeling sick from all the food poising I suffered on the walk too. Felt like ice in my veins. At one point I'm buying something to drink and a guy puts something on the bottle. The weird thing was, the dude moved so fast with his arm, I literally thought he was a robot. I know better now, he wasn't a robot The speed of it wasn't human though. After that instance, each time I ate or drank anything, it felt like death, my veins would blow up, and my body would convulse. I called the EMT, but he said, "You should be fine." But yeah, especially after the last time at Subway when there was black tar **** that the dude put all over my shoulder.

Food poising shouldn't make you bleed, right?!?!

Thank God, I'm okay.

I think I left Florida just in time though. Hurricane Sandy was no joke.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Sandy

And speaking of strange weather patterns.

http://www.haaretz.com/news/national/.premium-1.643161

That much snow in Israel?

Why would you want to hold elections on St. Patrick's Day?

http://www.savingforsomeday.com/do-j...-patricks-day/

http://www.haaretz.com/news/israel-election-2015

“Those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it.” ― Edmund Burke

"Oh, what a tangled web we weave: When first we practise to deceive!" - Shakespeare

This was a woman I "dated" in Miami. The last time I spoke with her was on September 11th, 2012. We spoke over the phone. She said, "I think you really loved me. Good bye."

The 5 day walk without sleep occurred between 9-12-12 - 9-17-12, IIRC. Ended up at Mount Sinai for medical treatment at the end of the ordeal. I Didn't feel safe going back to my apartment after the **** that transpired outside of my apartment on the night of 9-11-12. I didn't sleep a drop. I swear to God there were people outside my apartment between 1am - 7am, stomping their feet, and such. I basically just sat in the corner of my apartment in a position without window visibility, sweating and praying to the universe. Maybe it was just my "friendly neighbors," who for whatever reason, decided to make a lot of noise all night.

Thank God, I'm okay.

Yeah, it was exactly like this, without the 4th slide

http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/62...hhhhhh-392240/

And I don't know why everyone has since deleted their images after the thread was so "epic and obv 5 stars."

*Scratches forehead in confusion.*