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The Day I Thought I Won The Lottery
2023.03.29 06:49 Mission-Egg794 The Day I Thought I Won The Lottery
I used to think success was driving down a beach-front highway having to choose between breathing in the new car smell from your convertible, or putting the top down for some salt air.
1 week ago, I had neither of those choices and today the very thought of beach air and new car smell makes me fucking sick.
Before I get into this, let me be clear: this is not a confession of guilt for anything I’ve done. I never wanted all this shit. From the very start it was only about one thing: Getting my son, James a birthday present.
I wasn’t even trying to get him the BEST or the BIGGEST or the most EXPENSIVE birthday present. Just
A present. The present I set out to get.
I went to the 7/11 on Santa Monica and bought a MegaMillions lotto ticket.
My name is Daniel Baxter, and this is the day I thought I won the lottery.
April 8, 2022 – 2:03AM
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I’m at the Hollywood Casino. I’ve got every penny to my name spread across the craps table and some dickhead on his bachelor party holds the dice of fate in his clammy little hands.
My last 3 meals have been from discarded room service trays at LAX Hilton, my truck doesn’t start without a prayer and the tires have been leaking air for the last month which is fine because now I know the location of every free air filling station in LA County.
If I’d paid my phone bill, it’d be buzzing a crater in my leg from my ex, Lenora, asking if I’d picked up our son’s birthday gift with the $200 she gave me.
“Gave me” isn’t quite the right term. She handed it to me with a scowl then told me “if you gamble this shit you’ll never fucking see him again.” Things had been tense lately.
But none of that matters because this guy’s been hot and it’s with his help that I’ve turned that 200 hundred into almost 3 grand. The only question is; are the rhythms with me or not?
Maybe you call it God. Maybe you call it Karma or the natural vibe of the earth or mercury or whatever. When the rhythms are on, everything goes your way. You crush your yearly review at work and get the raise you’re after or you’re at some party and you’ve got everyone eating outta the palm of your hand.
Most things are math. Craps is math. Poker is math. Phone bills are math. Divorce rates are math and if I keep having to eat off of room service trays, the likelihood of me waking up with diarrhea is math.
It’s all just probability. But when the rhythms are on, the probability doesn’t matter. You could take a 1 and a million shot back-to-back and hit it twice. That’s what the rhythm can do for you.
Summer of 2018 I was up over 2 million. I couldn’t lose a hand of blackjack, I couldn’t crap out if I tried, I couldn’t say the wrong thing to Lenora and every time I walked into the room my son, James, would light up like a fucking lantern.
It used to be me and Lenora at the tables. The place was always open, the food is fine and the drinks are free. If we weren’t at the tables we were in the lounge talking Black Jack strategy or in the bar talking game theory or hanging out at the slots like a couple’a mice pressing a button and waiting for the cheese to pop out.
Sometimes it’s nice to be a mouse. I’ve got rats in my house. They don’t pay rent or go food shopping. All they have to do is avoid eating a piece of death cheese or poison and honestly that’s not too far off from how I live anyways.
When we had James, things changed though. As Lenora put it “risking your son’s dinner isn’t chasing something it’s chasing nothing.” And I guess the 45-minute commute to the Hollywood wasn’t a valuable use of her time. Lots of people commute to work even longer. When I was working at Goldman, I commuted an hour and a half each way from Connecticut. Granted I was on a train but the point is we all commute to work.
It was nice having her here. It was nice seeing James with a smile. It was nice to check my bank account and feel a life raft around me, rather than a black hole forming in my bellybutton.
But the rhythms shifted.
Now it’s just me here next to Lenny with the beard, Jackie with the cigar and Jonie who’s been serving drinks here so long her face should be on the highway billboards. After Lenora broke it off with me she got together with Kelton who works for a hedge fund which (for the record) is still gambling. He’s just doing it with other people’s money.
James’ 9th birthday is three days away. He wants an iPad and soon as I cash out, I’ll be able to pick one up, maybe kick some back to Lenora and spread some cash around to the litany of people I’m on the hook to.
I’m one big night away from wiping it all out. I just need one hit. One night of pure rhythm... and I’ll be back.
The shooter shakes the dice in his hand then tosses ‘em. I watch them clack on the table walls below me, but before they even settle on the pass line, I can already feel the star implode in my stomach.
In a flash, my hard work is raked away by some new guy named Carl with a moustache and not a single ounce of sympathy.
The party’s at Lenora (and Kelton’s) which was fine because honestly, I didn’t just have rats.
The rats came in chasing the cockroaches but when a bunch of them got into my Cadbury Mini Egg stash and died under the living room floor, a pack of fleas picked the carcass clean before making their way into the carpet above. So, yeah...at the moment I have fleas, cockroaches and rats. I had a bug bomb guy coming in a couple days but things were gonna be a little itchy until then.
It's three days until the party. I’ve got no gift and if I show up without that 200 bucks I may never see my kid again.
April 8, 2022 – 6:32AM
There’s only so much you can do on a security guard’s salary and being paid $12 an hour to guard millions of dollars in Mercedes automobiles is hilarious. What am I supposed to do if some guy comes in to steal a car? Lay my life on the line and hope my out-of-pocket HMO covers bullet wounds?
I don’t even have dental. I got a root canal that needed to be recapped 10 minutes after it was put in.
I’ve been on Mr. Jenkins about a raise but he keeps telling me “we gotta sell more cars, Davey,” as if I’m the one selling cars. I’m a fucking security guard what the hell’s that gotta do with me? Last I checked it was my job to keep cars on the lot and getting them off was yours.
Jenkins owns every car dealer on Van Nuys. Maybe you’ve seen his ads on TV where he slides into frame wearing a suit while riding a surfboard just to say “COME ON DOWN!” He can afford to buy a surfboard for tv ad that has no mention of surfing or aquatic sports of any kind but he can’t pay me an extra $3 an hour so I can re-introduce cold foods to my diet.
I spend most of my shift eyeing the mint green on onyx black SLS convertible they keep in the lobby. It’s flashy but it’s got a nut sack under the hood so you know you could back it up if you went toe-to-toe with some clown at a red light. Sometimes I just stare at it but I never touch it. I only wanna touch it when it’s mine. Which it would be...
Maybe I could steal it and sell it to get the iPad and some other shit. I know all the codes but then again I wouldn’t need the whole car. The thing costs half a mill. Maybe I could lift a rear-view mirror. Who would notice? Then again with the way the rhythm’s set I’d probably bump into the fucking FBI on the way out.
I’ve been doing my best to get things together but the cards aren’t falling my way and there’s not much you can really do about that. I’ve been going to the Hollywood for 15 years so I know I’m due for a run.
Me and Lenny talking about this all the time at the lounge. Sometimes you’re on the downbeat and sometimes you’re on the upbeat. Lately I feel like it’s been all downs but the thing about being a father though, is that you’re not the only one on that ride.
It used to be that I could take a few down weeks or months even. Sleep in the car, call the landlord and talk them out of breaking down the door but when you got a kid everything changes. You suffer, he suffers. Lately Lenora’s been paying for that but you see she keeps a tally. She says she doesn’t but she does.
Every time she has to pay for something she looks at me like I’m the biggest piece of shit then says “It’s ok, David.” Which it really isn’t.
The fees and stuff aren’t the real problem. It’s being able to take James out and take care of him. She wants to take that away from me and honestly I don’t blame her.
Last week my card got declined trying to pay for ice cream. James had already eaten half of his and the lady made us give it back. He didn’t talk to me the whole way home then 2 days later Lenora told me James didn’t really like spending time with me anymore. A week after that she filed for sole custody and told me they were thinking about moving to Chicago. Who the fuck would want to live there? It’s cold as fuck and the people are assholes.
April 8, 2022 – 12:20PM
I do pickups for a porta-john company on the side. It’s just temporary. I don’t clean the shit I just spray down the units and suck out cans and shit with a wet-vac before this guy named Pete sticks a hose in the back and drains the whole thing out.
I’m always surprised by what people put on the walls of a john. Usually it’s just drawings like hearts and shit but sometimes the rhythm finds you there too. One time I spotted a phone number Sharpied on a toilet seat but it was missing 1 number. 8 digits. Kinda like 4 roulette numbers right?
I took em to the Hollywood and won 5 grand on one roll! Hasn’t worked again for me yet... but that’s the thing about it man.
But today I’m cleaning out a row of johns after some music festival which by the way is far and away the worst clean ups to get. Sure you see these kids all cleaned up online in some tweed outfit or some shit but you should see the shit that comes out of these kids. It’s like paving tar with glitter and red bull cans.
I look down in the last john I’m hosing down and I see something. Peaking out of the mounds I see: a $20 bill.
I stared at it for a second but I could hear Pete coming down the line about to suck it into oblivion. I never seen cash in the john before. Sometimes you hear a coin clank through the hose but a 20 bill just staring you right in the face?
I did what any man would do. I grabbed it and when I pulled my hand out I was half expecting it to be missing a layer of skin.
Later I’m sitting in the truck staring at this 20 bucks thinking “why would this come to me?” There had to be a reason. It wasn’t just on the floor of some john. It was in the last john after the nastiest event at a time when all I needed was one shot.
It was the rhythm.
But having to do that for just $20 didn’t add up. There had to have been a greater purpose and you know what they say about money. You don’t let it sleep. You wanna get that money out and get it working.
Craps kicked my teeth in this morning and you can’t do shit with 20 bucks on a blackjack table. I had to think bigger.
Then I’m driving home from work and I see the 7/11. Powerball was at 2.11 BILLION. The biggest in history. If you got all 6 numbers right you got the whole chicken. If you got 5 you got just shy of 8 million bucks. Boom.
I had my usual numbers but this wasn’t a usual day. I told the cashier to give me “all randoms today.” 10 slips at $2 each.
That night I sat down on my couch waiting for the Powerball to come on tv... then I blacked out.
The next thing I knew I was staring at 6 numbers lit up on my tv screen: 08, 07, 14, 29, 40, 16
And on my slip: 08, 07, 14, 29, 40, 22
I had 5 out of 6 numbers. I’d just won 8 million dollars
April 9, 2022 – 9:01AM
I’m standing in line at the California Lottery Offices. It’s not some huge expansive place. It’s a shitty little line up of people with various ailments trying to dispute their $5 winning ticket.
My mind is racing. Who do I pay back first? Do they give me the cash here? Is it in a duffel bag? When do I have to hold that big ass check? Do I wear a mask? I saw a guy do it in a scream mask once to maintain his anonymity. Honestly it might be nice to be seen. Not only has everyone seen me as a piece of shit forever but also I haven’t exactly kept a detailed list of everyone I owe money to.
It’d be good for people to just hit me up, I can cut a check and tell them “thanks for your patience.” Maybe I’d even give them a little off the top as a tip.
The guy a the counter basically spat in my face; “It’s gotta be reviewed. Takes 2-5 days. We’ll email you a link to collect any winnings.” It was like I just accused him of something. No congratulations or anything which at first, I was pissed about but then I realized that clearly I wasn’t the first asshole who thought they won the lottery.
Except I really did. 2-5 days was nothing. I’d been living in the shit for years I could do another few days.
Stepping outside, everything looked the same. The air wasn’t purer or the sunlight any more sunlightier and I still had to fill up my tires at the Shell on Cahuenga. There’s something about being rich without actually having any appearance of being rich.
That secret alone is like having a bomb in your pocket. People treat you regular, they smile and make conversation but deep down you think...if I pulled this out I could kill you with it.
But when people do think you have money, the more of it they give you.
I rolled in the doors of the Hollywood like I always did. Lenny called me a bullshitter, Jackie barely even put her cigarette down and Jonie didn’t even bring me a drink because I didn’t actually have any money on the table. I didn’t even have money in my pocket. I’d spent it all on the Megamillions and I hadn’t eaten since perusing the halls for leftover room service the night before.
Then news hit. My face was on every TV in the place. “Local man wins 8 million dollar jackpot.”
I checked my phone to see if it was blowing up, then remembered I still hadn’t paid the bill in months. So I was good there.
April 9, 2022 – 11:11AM
If you’ve ever been on a casino floor you know that it’s never silent. But I swear to God if you were on the floor when that news hit, you could’ve heard the rats eating my Mini Eggs 20 miles away. Everyone’s eyes were trained on me. For a second I even felt all the security cams shift over in my direction.
I couldn’t stand being on the floor with nothing to play with so Lenny set me up with his guy who got me a little walking around money. Japanese guy who I met in a Burger King across the street. Weird dude. Not sure what his name was.
I didn’t wanna go too nuts so I just took out a small loan. 50k at 20 points. I thought about it for a second then realized I didn’t really give a shit about the interest. 10 grand to me in a week doesn’t mean nearly as much as 50 does now. It’s just value proposition. It would have been stupid NOT to take out the loan honestly.
Walking into the casino with 50 grand in my pocket and slamming it down on the table feels a lot like taking out your dick at an orgy only when your dick comes out it’s a 60 foot cigarette boat with flames painted on the side.
But then I learned what I remembered years ago. Losing money and gaining money at that point meant almost nothing.
So losing 2 grand a hand wasn’t such a big deal because I could be making 5 on the next. That’s why I needed a little more when I lost the full 50.
Another 100k or so at another 20 points should do the trick.
It didn’t take long to realize that both winning and losing money meant almost nothing to me. So I ventured out.
A tailored suit for me (ready in 2-3 days on a rush).
An iPad for James with all the bells and whistles.
6 dozen roses sent to Lenora’s house signed “your secret admirer.” just to fuck with Kelton.
A watch for me, Lenny and Jodie.
Some special cigar Jackie had always been eyeing.
New pairs of Nikes for all of us.
And a limousine to my dentist’s office.
I paid in cash for the cap replacement, they gave me some pills and told me not to mix them with alcohol but honestly I was a little distracted by the old molar cap sitting on the table. I had an idea.
“Are you gonna just throw that away?” I asked her.
By now I realized I didn’t have a phone to receive my winnings via email. So, I stopped a guy in the lobby and paid him 2 grand cash for his before popping a few pills and slugging some champagne in the limo.
There was barely enough time to sit back and relax. I had a lifetime of debt and yearning for shit to burn through.
We made it to the Mercedes dealership but the pain killers kicked in and I could barely feel my hands as they ran across the SLS’s mint green paint. Bummer.
Jenkins sauntered over asking if I was working today and all I remember saying was “I want it.” He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, so I put the remaining cash I had down on the table and said it again. “I WANT IT.”
They ran my credit (which was dog shit. Didn’t matter) and I looked Jenkins in his fat little face again and said “I don’t give a fuck.” He sold it to me, financed at 25 percent interest. Then when he went to fetch my paperwork and keys I took a shit on his desk, shoved the molar cap and a $20 bill in it before using his jacket to wipe my ass. Felt right. Don’t really know why.
I had walked into the CA lottery offices at 9am to start the review process on my ticket’s authenticity.
By 11am, I was watching news break from the Hollywood Casino.
By 10pm I had accrued more debt than a small country.
I hadn’t received a dime from the lotto.
And I needed more walking around money.
April 10, 11, 12 – who the fuck knows what time
The next few days were a blur but there are a few things I’ll never forget.
Quitting my job.
Hiring the limo for the week.
Trying to shit after 3 days of having nothing but fast food, champagne and pain killers.
Fielding questions at the party from Kelton’s asshole friends who told me “lotto rich isn’t real rich.”
And the heat of my house burning to the ground as James and I stood there watching with a can of gas in our hands.
He didn’t even want the iPad.
The rhythms were sliding back. James had that smile plastered back in his face and even Lenora was happy to see me.
April 16, 7:35AM
“Dear Mr. Baxter. Congratulations! You’ve successfully matched FOUR of six winning numbers. Below please find a link to collect your winnings of $10,000.”
I read it over and over again. Over and over and over.
When I called the offices an nice woman on the phone informed me that due to a printing malfunction the ticket had appeared to show the number 8 when in fact it was a 6.
They even managed to maintain a sense of excitement. I mean why wouldn’t they? They think I just won $10,000. They had no idea I’d bought a car I couldn’t afford, burned my house down, taken a shit on my boss’ desk, maxed out 3 new credit cards and borrowed a inordinate amount of money from people at a borderline illegal interest rate.
The limo company took my ride away and with no home I’ve spent the last 2 days parked on the Pacific Coast Highway, sleeping in the brand new Mercedes I can’t afford, in a suit I shouldn’t have bought, showering in the YMCA down the street, and eating 2-day-old coconut shrimp.
All of a sudden I’m fucked again. But as I stare out at the Pacific, my phone dings. It’s an alert from the Chase banking app. My lotto winnings of $10,000 have just hit my account and the only question is...
Are the rhythms with me or not?
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for the laborer custodial or maintenance mechanic positions. It helps on the interview but you can surely think of maintenance related experience to relay for an interview. Based on fixing things around your house, the car etc. Always
mention working safely.
You can apply for any job that has an exam opening and the test is administered local to yourself. Make sure you're serious and score decently; you can turn down the job offer. Keep a physical copy of your exam score, I believe they are good for two years.
The reason is: These job postings can be posted externally at capacity for testing, meaning they will not allow you to take the exam if they have enough qualified applicants. However, if you have a test score on the books, you
are a qualified applicant.
Explanation of MVO/TTO to save time:
MVO= CDL B Can only drive box trucks on public roads, can drive anything for moves on postal property.
TTO= CDL A Can drive anything.
USPS provides the training. (Maintenance jobs at least. TTO and management...GOOD LUCK)
You don't have to be crazy to work here. We'll train you. Everything but proper email usage.
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2023.03.29 03:36 wilzog Classes in the Santa Rosa area.
I want to get into competitive shooting and would like to take a few classes to find out what style tickles my fancy.
I have only shot casually prior to moving to California.
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2023.03.29 03:31 apal9181 What’s going on???
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Not sure if the app is acting up, but this is the second day in a row that Santa Rosa is not busy at all. My friend says she’s getting orders and staying busy through this. Not too sure what to think of it. Any other drivers out here in Sonoma county getting orders?? submitted by apal9181 to doordash_drivers [link] [comments]
2023.03.29 03:05 Aum888 Santa Rosa man missing for month found dead
2023.03.29 03:04 Worthy_News Spate of massive rain storms devastate California farming sector
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Spate of massive rain storms devastate California farming sector
A spate of massive, deadly rain storms has not only killed 28 people but has also devastated the farming sector in California, leading to well over a $1 billion in financial losses for farmers as thousands of acres of cropland are destroyed by flooding, Bloomberg reports. https://www.worthynews.com/?p=84189
2023.03.29 02:22 Trash_Tia I’ve been talking to the boy next door through my window for a while. Update: The thing is… I don’t think he’s alive?
The boy next door is no longer an enigma.
No longer a mystery.
For the last few days, I have been laying low after Mrs Wilder kidnapped and threatened me in my own home. I’ve had barely any sleep and my lack of it has definitely disrupted my ability to write. I’m sorry if this update is messy or full of typos. I just don’t know what to do.
I’ve been a mess. I’ve been jumping at every movement. Every time there’s a knock on the door I feel part of myself splinter into pieces I can’t put back together. I did something crazy stupid two days ago. And that stupid mistake has fully exposed me to Mrs Wilder’s secret. What she is hiding behind her walls—and just how fucked I truly am if I disobey her again. Like I said, over the last several days I have been keeping my head down.
I went to school and did my homework and went to bed. That was it. When mom asked if I was talking to any Wilder kids, I shook my head. I had quickly grown afraid of Casper Wilder’s window. I knew something was wrong with him.
Something is wrong with his head.
He had told me. At least, the part of him which was bleeding between consciousness and a submissive state not being controlled by his psychotic mother. I saw him. I saw who he really was. I saw the boy next door crying out to me for help through bloodied fingers and cryptic messages splattered in scarlet. If he had intentionally hurt himself to get messages across to me, there was something he was fighting.
Mrs Wilder’s words were haunting me. The paper-doll rendition of me, blackened and smouldering orange between her nimble fingers-- I couldn’t get it out of my head.
So, I grabbed all the paper I could find and taped up my window, blocking him out. It sounds ridiculous. And it was. Because once I had spent over an hour feverishly taping pieces of paper over my window, I tore them down with a knot in my gut. When I clawed away the last piece of paper, I got a glimpse of Casper. His curtains were open, allowing me to see inside his room once more.
I saw a normal guy’s bedroom once again, guitars leaning against the walls, clothes strewn over the floor and sketchpads littering the bed. Warm light illuminated the window, and I wished what I was seeing was normal.
I wished I had seen nothing bad, and this was just the boy next door.
My completely normal neighbor.
But I couldn’t deny what I’d seen two nights ago. Casper Wilder wasn’t standing at his window with a twisted expression, a cocktail of pain and anger and confusion burning in mismatched eyes I was sure glinted with something metallic. Something man-made—which had been inserted, no, forced inside him.
I expected him to be awake. Even if it was just a single look in his eye which told me he was still there—still holding on. No. It was like nothing had ever happened. The window had been cleaned of blood, and there were no traces of the boy who had cried out for help. In his place was the Wilder son I had found friendship with. Before he cracked, and something inside him, something buried deep, deep, down, ignited. I missed that version of him. Who he used to be.
Because this guy was not Casper Wilder. I didn’t know who he was—and neither did he from the way he’d reacted days before. Underneath this name being forced onto him, there was nothing.
Just a broken kid with no name. No memory, except ones filled with her. I missed the personality Mrs Wilder was trying to hide. Who had told me she wasn’t his fucking mother, and sworn at me, his writing erratic and confusing, clawing into his head with this desperation to be let go.
Seeing him through the window at that moment, I realised, a sickly paste crawling up my throat, that all of that had been erased. He had returned to default. Casper was sitting on his bed playing guitar with a look of content, bed hair falling in sleepy eyes. He was wearing his glasses this time. His fingers moved up and down, feet bouncing to a beat I couldn’t hear.
Stumbling back, I tripped over my backpack with a shriek, which caught Casper’s attention.
When his head twisted around, empty eyes floating towards the window, I ducked. I couldn’t stop myself. After counting to ten, I slowly lifted my gaze.
He was still staring at me, and I noticed he’d stopped playing the guitar, fingers entangled in the strings. Casper’s smile had dimmed slightly. I wondered if seeing me brought something back. Maybe he remembered writing his own bloody messages on the window and trying and failing to speak through his mother’s control. The boy blinked at me before slowly getting to his feet. I didn’t see the chord thing this time. Casper strode over to the window, a giddy smile curling on the edges of his lips.
He pressed his palm against the glass, and I was already grabbing my notepad and a pen. But then his mother’s words sliced through my thoughts. I was back inside my lounge, foggy headed, the stink of pool cleaner still thick at the back of my nose and throat.
Mrs Wilder loomed over me, my paper-doll she had ravaged sticking from the doll-house on mom’s coffee table constructed from our letters. “I hope you understand that if you talk to, or even breathe the same air as my children again, I will rip you apart too.”
Her breath was heavy in my face. I couldn’t help looking at Mrs Becker for help, but her eyes were equally as cruel. I watched perfectly manicured nails pick up one of the four Wilder dolls, making it dance around in circles.
“Do you understand me, Phoebe?”
“Yes.” I said, my words twisted on my tongue.
“I… I understand.”
The memory was painful enough to feel physical knives digging into my gut. Mrs Wilder had made it clear that if I pursued her children, she was going to hurt me. Mom, too. I dropped my notepad and pen. Casper was still smiling at me. His eyes were vacant. He had no idea who I was after months of us talking. Mrs Wilder had taken all of it away. Including him breaking apart and waking up as a confused shell with no name. “Hello.” Casper’s lips mouthed the words, and I took several steps back, my heart in my throat.
He didn’t even blink. I watched his expression fail to flicker and wondered just how the fuck had I never noticed there was something wrong with him in the months I knew him. I watched him search his desk for a notepad and pen. Maybe seeing me was unravelling something inside him, I thought. Maybe I could try and wake him up again. At the back of my mind, however, I could still see my little paper doll’s head being torn off, its body ripped apart.
“What’s your name?” Casper had written in bubble writing. It’s like everything had been reset. His frenzied and wild eyes, that desperation to escape. Gone.
His handwriting was boiling my blood. Just looking at this perfect calligraphy which wasn’t even his. It had been forced onto him. Because Mrs Wilder expected this boy to be the perfect son, a creative prodigy like his siblings. I looked for a splinter in his eyes, just a glimpse that he was still in there. Still fighting whatever his ‘mother’ had done to him. But I saw nothing. I saw a blank fucking slate.
“Phoebe.” I mouthed.
Inclining his head, he scribbled a follow up message. “Can you write it down?”
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I shut my curtains, blocking him and his message out. Then I jumped into bed, turned off my light, and dreamed I was that paper-doll with no mouth to scream with, as Mrs Wilder slowly tore me limb from limb. The next day felt like a blur. I don’t think I snapped out of it until mom poked me with the prongs of her fork, tearing me from a scenario I was going over in my head.
If Casper was a prisoner, were his siblings too? I’d only caught a glimpse of Issac and Freddie Wilder. Mrs Wilder talked of being pregnant with four children. But she spoke like she had lost them. So, my guess was that she had kidnapped four teenager’s in their place—and was raising them as her dead children. “Are you okay, honey?”
Mom’s voice slid through my thoughts, and I realised I had been pushing my pasta around my plate. I wasn’t really hungry.
Mom had made this sort of red pepper spaghetti, but every time I tried to take a mouthful, I was seeing spatters of scarlet running from Casper’s temples, dripping down his face and smudged on the glass of his window. THUD. The image of him slamming his head into the pane, wild eyes and twisted lips, an agonising panic bringing him to the edge of hysteria caught me off guard, and my fork slipped through my fingers, tomato sauce slowly creeping its way back up my throat.
Fuck. I couldn’t forget about him. I couldn’t leave him and block him out after his mother had threatened me. Because if I didn’t help him, who would? It was my word against the town.
Mom cleared her throat
“Phoebe, are you listening to me?”
“I said, have you been abiding by the rules?” Mom twirled pasta around her fork and took a dainty bite. Since joining Mrs Becker’s book club I had noticed a certain gleam in her eye. Like she was looking through me. “You haven’t been talking to the Wilder children, have you?”
After three mouthfuls of spaghetti, I ended up with half of my dinner dripping down my face.
Mom grabbed a napkin, handing it to me. “Clean yourself up. You are seventeen, not seven.” Her expression softened. “Sweetie, are you okay?”
“Yes.” I said, struggling to appear it. I knew she could see my sleep circles.
“Have you been talking to the Wilder kids? I’ll know if you have.”
Technically, I had been communicating with him. But it was one-sided.
Still though, paranoia turned my thoughts against me. Shovelling down spaghetti, I spoke through a mouthful. “No.”
She handed me another napkin. “So, if I talk to Mrs Wilder…”
“Mom.” I grabbed her hand, squeezing it for dear life. Mrs Wilder knew, I thought dizzily. She must have known Casper’s attempt to talk to me, even if he was exactly who she wanted him to be. Still under her demented control. But it was confusing me just how she had that control. This wasn’t a movie or a TV show.
Mind control didn’t exist, right? And if it did, it was barely even a thing—induced by cocktails of drugs and torture. Casper didn’t look like he’d been tortured.
Except that thing inside his head… my thoughts grew foggy, and I was suddenly overcome with emotion. What I meant to tell her was all about what I had seen, and what Mrs Wilder had done to me. Though knowing what the woman was capable of, and thinking about that chord-like thing which surely had been forced into the back of Casper Wilder’s skull… “Can we just…move?” I choked out. “I want to move. I hate it here.” I gestured around.
“I hate this house. It’s too big, I feel like I’m lost every time I go upstairs. I hate school. The kids there freak me out.” Holding her gaze, I curled my lip. “And I hate our stupid neighbors.”
“Phoebe.” Mom’s tone darkened. “What did I tell you about being respectful?”
“It’s not like they can hear us!” I spat. “Did they fit cameras in here, mom? I wouldn’t be surprised! We’re under draconian rules!”
“Young lady, you are acting like a child.” She said stiffly. “Take several deep breaths and tell me what is wrong.”
“I’m fine.” I whispered.
“No, you are not.” Mom sipped red wine. “I know when there is something wrong with my daughter, and you cannot look me in the eye.”
I took a sharp breath and forced myself to stay calm. “Mom.” I sputtered through a sob. “It’s Mrs Wilder. She… she did something to me.”
Mom’s expression twisted. “What?”
“The other night,” I forced out. The images were flooding my head. Smouldering orange tearing its way through paper white. “She knocked me out, and she had this… dollhouse. And four paper dolls.”
I heaved out a breath. “She threatened me, mom. Mrs Wilder threatened me, and I need you to believe me.” I grabbed for her hand again, my own trembling. “Casper Wilder is not her son.” I said. The words felt foreign on my tongue. Wrong. They felt like a time bomb. “I think she kidnapped him. All of them. And she’s brainwashed them into thinking they’re her real kids.” There was a pause, and my mom’s expression didn’t change. So, I continued. “We need to call the police.” I reiterated. “Okay? You’re listening to me, aren’t you?” I swallowed sobs wracking my chest. “Because… you’re my mom. And you’re supposed to believe me.”
She surprised me with an eye-roll. “You are being ridiculous.”
It felt like the walls were suddenly closing in. I could smell the stink of pool cleaner and Mrs Wilder’s perfume intoxicating my senses.
I was seeing Casper slamming his head into his window once again, his eyes alive with a light I couldn’t understand. Like something was entwined inside his pupil.
God, it wouldn’t stop.
His voice. It was driving me crazy.
“I don’t know who I am.” Casper’s sobs echoed. “I don’t… I don’t fucking know who I am! I can’t remember… I can’t remember who I am!”
I could see his words clear in my mind, red scrawled against white until they were barely readable.
WHO AM I? WHO AM I? WHO AM I? I DON’T KNOW WHO I AM. THAT WOMAN IS NOT MY MOM.
I was going to be sick.
“Mom,” The words were choking from my mouth before I could stop them. I didn’t mean to sound so childlike, but that is exactly what I felt like. A child. I was alone. Drowning.
Looking at my mother’s curled lips, her eyes burning right through me, I felt myself start to come apart.
Like that stupid doll.
She cut me off with a snort. “What? Is this because you're not allowed to talk to the boy next door? You’re creating your own narrative, and it’s… endearing. Childlike, but you are a child after all." Mom chuckled. “Sweetie, I know you love your mysteries, and sure, I can understand the cliché Romeo and Juliet thing going on, but really, there are plenty more fish in the sea. You don’t have to make up ridiculous scenarios.”
I let go of her hand, my toes curling. They didn’t sound like her words. They were someone else’s.
What was she talking about, ridiculous scenarios? Did my mother really think I was capable of imagining all of this shit?
I couldn’t reply. Not when part of me wondered if these were even her words. I had a strong suspicion my mom was just a puppet.
Like someone was talking through her.
“Do you like him?” Mom pressed. In her eyes, I could see Mrs Wilder was asking that question. “Is that why you’re being so… “ She trailed off with a sigh, and I glimpsed her fingers tighten around her wine glass, pressing enough pressure to leave marks on the rim. “Difficult?”
Mom’s lips splintered into a grin which wasn’t hers, and something inside me snapped. She was joking around.
When Casper was suffering, a prisoner of his own mind, my mother was treating me like I was fucking love-sick.
"No!" I shook my head. “No, I want to move.” I whispered. “I want to go back to our old house.”
“That’s not going to happen, sweetie. You know I can’t just leave my job. Phoebe, you’re a senior at school. You have SAT’S.”
Her expression softened. “You’ll grow to like it. Don’t worry.” She said, before standing up and carrying our plates to the faucet. “I have a late shift tonight, so I expect your best behaviour.” I barely felt mom press a kiss to my forehead.
Her presence felt strange, like I wasn’t even seeing my mother. After what she said, I was sure her words were being pupiteered. When mom went to work, after yelling that there were leftovers on the counter, I was left with the soundtrack of a stupid dripping tap, and our humming refrigerator. I made several promises to myself in the time I was in the kitchen.
I would save Casper and his siblings, and then I’d force mom to drive all of us out of town. There were logistics I didn’t want to think about. These were feverish thoughts which controlled me. I had to get them out of that house. Time seemed to go by slowly. When I lifted my head from where I’d been staring at leftover meatballs I dropped onto the table, my phone vibrated in my jeans. Pulling it out, there was a DM regarding my post I wrote on here.
I read it. Then I read it again and again until I could process it.
“Film it. Literally get evidence of what is going on with Casper. You need people to believe you. And if people are going to believe you, you need to make a scene. If you want that house stormed, make as much noise as possible. I know it sounds stupid, but think about it like this. All you need is attention. Mrs Wilder can’t hide from the world if you show the world what’s going on. Good luck, Phoebe. Please be safe.”
-- A friend.
I was shaking when I knocked on the Wilder’s door fifteen minutes later. I knew exactly how to cause a scene.
Mrs Wilder answered, her expression cross between frustrated and bewildered. But I could barely focus on her, or the fact that she was holding a ladle like a weapon. The second the door opened revealing Casper’s mom drowning in a homely golden light, something slammed into me. Nothing physical, though it might as well have been. I forced myself to breathe through the stink which hit me like a brick to the face, suffocating my nose and mouth. Lavender. Not just lavender. The expensive flowers mom would get grocery shopping.
The ones which made me sneeze when I leaned too close. The house stunk of flowers—and that was just from standing on the threshold. But I knew better. I knew, once sweet smelling salts and flowers entwined in my senses, that the stink was to cover something up. And the more I edged closer over the threshold, the true smell of the Wilder house began to snake into my nose. Rot. I had once left a donut under my bed as a kid as an experiment to see if I could grow a whole new species. But this wasn’t mouldy food. It was far more potent. More like a decaying animal.
“Phoebe!” Mrs Wilder folded her arms across her apron. “I’m sorry, were my instructions not clear?” She cocked her head, an amused smile curving on her lips. She was triumphant, knowing exactly how to get under my skin. “Are you aware of what a restraining order is?”
Ignoring the smell choking the air, I held up my phone. “I’m live on Instagram.” I said. “Can I come in?”
I’m not sure why, but seeing her cheeks turn white made me feel like I was the one in control. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Live.” I repeated with a cheery wave. “On Instagram.”
I expected her to shove me back, or call out my bluff (yes, I was bluffing). Instead though, the women’s resolve seemed to crumble, her expression twisting, fear igniting in her eyes. She stammered for a moment, her gaze flashing to my phone before she wrapped her arms around herself and seemed to force a nod. “This is my house.” Her voice came out in a hiss.
Mrs Wilder was talking straight to the camera, and clearly faking terror. “Phoebe Daly, this is far past your usual games. This is… this is trespassing! Do you hear me? I’m calling the police!” Mrs Wilder didn’t call the police.
She held her phone to her ear but didn’t dare dial a number. I could see her options flitting across her eyes.
Was she going to attack me, or play it cool? Playing it cool, it was. With a face like thunder, she stumbled aside when I took a step forward and asked to be let inside. I wasn’t live on Instagram. I had barely 10 followers.
But she didn’t know that. Instead of being live, I was filming everything with my normal phone camera, angled at a height so she couldn’t slap it out of my hands. Watching her stumble back, panic twisting her expression into fury and frustration filled me with satisfaction. I had her. The crazy witch really thought I was streaming. I used that to my advantage, making sure to commentate to my imaginary audience as she led me down the main hallway, and I made sure to point the camera at everything I could see. Kids photographs covered neat paintwork.
But they were all different young children taken from a distance. Towards the end of the hall, what I saw did send my heart into my gut. And for a moment—just a brief second—I actually felt sympathy for Casper’s mom.
I didn’t let the camera linger on them, instead going to the woman herself, who was following me, trying and failing to stall my effort to delve further inside the house. She stepped in front of me with a huff. “Phoebe. That is enough! You have terrorised me to no end!” her voice rose into a whine. “Whoever you are, Phoebe’s friends! This brat is targeting my children!”
“Casper!” I yelled, ignoring her. “Are you there?”
My heart dropped into my gut, though I wasn’t giving up. I had the advantage, and I had to play to it.
I ran up the first few steps leading upstairs, but Mrs Wilder seemed far too focused on shielding the door at the end of the hall.
“What’s in the kitchen?” I asked with a lump in my throat. Backing down the stairs, I made my way towards her.
“Nothing is in the kitchen!” she spat back, feigning innocence. “We’re having dinner if you must know. And you are ruining it!”
I shook my head. “This is Mrs Wilder,” I announced, pointing the phone at her. “She is holding four teenagers against their will and claiming them as her own children.” I said smoothly. When we reached a sliding glass door leading into the kitchen, I grabbed the handle with force.
Her rough hand slammed over mine, claw-like fingernails slicing my flesh. “Get out of my house,” she said stiffly. “Young lady, you are trespassing on my property.” Every word came out in globules of saliva hitting me in the face. “I have never met such a disruptive and outright disrespectful child without discipline. Your mother should be ashamed of herself.” She shot a nervous look at my phone camera.
“Where’s Mrs Becker?” I asked.
Mrs Becker.” I repeated. “She helped you kidnap and scare me into staying quiet the other day. So, where is she?”
She spluttered, clearly caught off guard. “You are delusional!”
“Then show me them.” I said, pointing the camera at the door. “Your children, Mrs Wilder. I want you to show me Issac, Matilda, Freddie, and…” I swallowed hard. “And Casper.” Ignoring her steel grasp on the door handle, I pulled it open, trying to ignore the sudden squawking noise which had escaped her mouth, slamming into my ears. I can’t describe it. Mom has spoken about a mother instinct, and I wonder if it truly was that. This was animalistic. Feral.
Immediately, Mrs Wilder was behind me like a beast, her trembling arms trying to grasp hold of me and drag me back violently. But I was stronger, and desperate. I had to know the Wilder's secret. Stepping over the threshold, I was first aware of a far dimmer light. And when I fully focused on the room, I realised I was seeing candlelight. In front of me was a hardwood dining room table, and five chairs—four of which were occupied. The kitchen was a copy of our own. Except ours had always been lit up and bright.
It felt more like I was stepping inside a cave. An orangeade blur illuminated each face. Three out of four bodies sat stiff, almost… doll like. Mechanical. The way the three were facing me. Their expressions matched perfectly. Wide eyes and wider grins splitting lips apart. I drank each Wilder kid in slowly, as my brain struggled to take in the real horror of the room. What I was failing to fully take in. I couldn’t. I don’t think I could physically understand what I was seeing. I was aware my phone had slipped from my fingers, that I was paralysed to the spot.
The smell of stink and rot, I thought.
It was them.
I couldn’t move. There were three boys, and one girl. Matilda Wilder was a mousey redhead while her brothers were all brunettes. She wore a purple dress which fit her perfectly, her hair tied into pigtails with red ribbons. Issac and Freddie Wilder sat shoulder to shoulder.
They were the twins, I thought dizzily. They were identical twins in Mrs Wilder’s eyes, but these guys looked nothing like each other—one of them sporting a handsome face and razor jawline, while the other had an odd looking nose and jutting chin. Still though, I could tell Mrs Wilder had made an effort to make them look… beautiful. Perfect. I could see her attempt at stitching their lips together.
It wasn’t their appearance that was gluing me to the ground, however. Because looking closer, past the made-up faces on both the boys and the girls, the ribbons and fancy clothes and empty eyes staring right through me, soft candlelight was slowly bringing them to life in front of me. These kids had been hidden away for so long, and I was finally seeing them for who they were. My gaze flicked to each of them. I was seeing… stitches. I was seeing rugged stitches and gashes in their flesh, patchwork skin making up fingers and elbows and cheeks. They had been taken apart over and over again and put back together.
Matilda’s neck was a collage of flesh, rugged markings where a marker pen had clumsily sliced into her skin and pieced her like a jigsaw through mangled body parts and anything left over. Freddie and Isaac’s heads were cocked at an angle, and looking closer I glimpsed the bad stitch-job which had knitted them together.
I could see it in all of them. None of these kids were their original selves. They reminded me of dolls built through old doll pieces. I didn’t know I was screaming until the gravity of the situation hit me, and I realised I was suffocating on dead skin which made them up, their bodies stitched and knitted together, transforming them into her ideal children. Flickering candlelight revealed the last Wilder kid.
There were two significant things which were different about Casper.
The first, was that he must have been her most recent. He was her most… original—and the second? Unlike the others, he was awake.
Until that moment, Casper had been sitting amongst his siblings, head cocked to the side like the others, catatonic.
His dazed eyes slowly found mine—and I glimpsed recognition flickering in his expression, his rigid body starting to contort back to life. He was her paper-doll.
But Casper wasn’t finished.
“Phoebe?” When the boy spoke, his voice was barely a whimper. Frenzied eyes flicked from Matilda to Issac and Freddie, all of which were still wearing their perfect smiles. I noticed the rugged skin of his neck, and my heart sank.
Something was moving behind him, and I forced myself to step forwards. I glimpsed that same chord-like thing. This time it was fully attacked to him. No, it was buried directly inside his head. A sour paste crept up my throat when I saw the carnivorous hole burrowing deeper inside his head. I could glimpse the intense white of chipped skull and a strange looking fluid leaking out —but it looked… wrong. I’ve always imagined the internals of someone’s brain to be pinkish grey. Though what I was seeing was more like a black ooze sliding down the back of his neck. It reminded me of squid-ink. Definitely not blood.
It looked like he had been shot in the head, or had been pulled out of the operating theatre mid-surgery. And somehow, he was still alive. Just like the description, the chord-thing seemed to be attached in two places—to the back of the head, directly on the brain, and stapled to his spine. The device was humming, but I don’t think it was working.
Casper was looking directly at me, and the way his body was angled was different to his siblings. Instead of sitting straight, he was trying and failing to jump to his feet, his eyes wide, almost unseeing. I could see that frustration and anger, that pain from the other night alive in his face. I opened my mouth to speak, though Casper was already lifting a trembling hand, his fingers twining around the chord and giving a pathetic tug. A thin line of dark red, almost black, slid from his nostril.
I knew it was him. “Can you… can you get… it… out?” His hand found the chord again, and his grasp slipped. “Please.” He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. “There’s something… in my… my head, and I need you to… I need you to fucking get it out…. right now.”
“Casper.” I couldn’t resist a relieved hiss. “This woman.” I twisted and pointed at Mrs Wilder.
“Who is she to you?”
The kid blinked, his eyes narrowing. He jolted, twisting around to try and see the thing attached to him. “Why would I know her? Get this shit out of my head!”
He let out a hysterical yell. His cry was more of a demand, and that nameless boy underneath splintered doll pieces began to unravel.
“Get it out.” He kept repeating. “Fucking get it out! There’s something inside my head!”
I nodded, choking back a cry.
He slammed his hands down, but seemingly couldn’t move from the chair. “What the fuck.” He side eyed the others. “What the fuck is this?”
I struggled to answer without screaming myself. “Stuff.” I managed to get out through a sputter. “Can you stand up?”
“What?” He blinked rapidly at me, I was seeing it again. That odd light flickering in his pupils.
“No. I can’t move!”
The humming grew louder, and at the corner of my eye, that thing seemed to dig deeper inside his head.
More blood spurted from his nose, and I could tell that he was fighting it.
The boy’s eyes found mine, his words tangling into an almost slur. “Get it out! I can’t… I can’t fucking think straight. I…. I….”
His eyes rolled back for a moment before he shook his head, lunging against the chair. His head twitched. “I don’t know I am.”
I couldn’t move. Watching this thing take control in real time, it was both fascinating and horrifying, sending my knees buckling.
“Who… who am I?”
His whole head twitched, like he was glitching.
“I know her. I… I know her. I’m her… I’m her son… I’m her s—son.”
Casper hummed, his twitching lips pricking into a demented smile. “I’ll always know her. She’s the one who… who s---saved me.”
Choking on a shade too vivid and dark to be blood, he sputtered, his head drooping.
“Mom?” Casper spoke through mouthfuls of pooling black. He lifted his head, unseeing eyes blinking in dim candlelight. The chord-like thing sounded more like it was drilling into his brain, and I knew I was fucked when his lips spread out into a childlike smile, and he swayed to the left and then the right, the light in his eyes burning. “There’s… water.” He whispered. “So… so cold. I’m so cold.” His voice broke.
“I don’t… want to be cold.”
“You won’t be cold.” Mrs Wilder’s voice was a sharp cry behind me. “Ever again. Your mom is here.”
“Promise? You n… need to… prom…promise me.” His teeth chattered. “You need to… tell me… I won’t… be cold. That my mom… is coming.”
“I promise, darling.”
“No,” I swallowed back frustrated tears. “Casper, she’s not your mother!”
His next words split into a guttural screech which almost sent him toppling off of the chair. He grabbed at his head, clawing at face.
But the more he was tugging, the machine fought against him. I could see metallic clamp-like legs stubbornly holding on.
His next words were mangled between cries from his conscious self, and whatever the fuck his ‘mother’ was forcing into his head.
And yet it barely grazed my ears. I was trying to figure out how to get that monumental THING out of his brain. There was no way I could just pull it out. That could kill him, right?
I started forwards to grab him, to try and pry the clamp off his spine, before I was being smothered with the stink of rich lavender. I hadn’t noticed Mrs Wilder swipe up my phone. She was holding it up in the air. “Live? You were never filming anything, you stupid girl! Do you understand what you have done?” She laughed—and I mean cackled like a witch. “I warned you, didn’t I?”
I got one last glimpse of Casper. His whole body was jerking under the chord inside his head, but he wasn’t crying out anymore.
Before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged back, and in front of me a Wilder boy shoving his struggling brother back into the chair. I didn’t have time to cry out.
With strength I had no idea the crazy bitch had, I was being violently yanked by my hair. And while I was flailing, I saw the ultrasound’s once again. Looking closer though, each one had a different name. A different mother. My head spun. That couldn’t be right. Mrs Wilder told me she was pregnant with four children, so who’s ultrasound’s were these? And why had she framed them? I didn’t have time to check it out.
I was dumped on my ass and the door was slammed straight in my face. I tried to get back in, throwing my fists into the door, until my own mother’s arms were pulling me back. I was hysterical. I couldn’t breathe, and mom wasn’t getting through to me. I’d kicked and thrown myself into the door, attracting the attention of our neighbours. That’s what I wanted. I wanted one of them to call the police, and when I picked up a brick, struggling against mom’s attempt to restrain me, and throwing it through the Wilder’s front window, I finally got it.
Two cops arrived, and I was so relieved I almost sobbed into one officer's chest. While my mom was trying and failing to explain my “breakdown” I begged them to take a look inside. And I was loud. I was screaming.
Which they couldn’t ignore.
“Phoebe!” I was partially aware of mom’s voice trying to calm me down, but I all I could see was that thing in Casper’s head, and his siblings made from knitted flesh. When the officer’s exited the Wilder’s house after five painful minutes waiting, I stumbled over to the two.
“Well?” I demanded, shoving away my mom. “Did you see them?” I yelled. “She’s turned them into… into dolls!” I was already going on a tangent, hysteria plunging me further into my own insanity.
“They’re not her children.” I gritted out. “She kidnapped and.. and stitched them up like… like Frankenstein! Mrs Wilder likes dolls! She had this paper-doll of me when she kidnapped me and lit it on fire to threaten me because I was talking to Casper. And he… he’s one of them, and not even her son! She’s controlling his mind with this thing stuck inside—"
“That’s enough!” Mom snapped.
The officer in front of me chuckled. “Breathe, kid!” He said. “Jeez. You’re not even giving us time to talk.”
Instead of speaking to me directly, the officer turned to mom. “There’s nothing out of the ordinary, ma’am.” He said. “The Wilder’s were enjoying a family dinner, and…” his gaze flashed to me. “Well. It appears someone ruined it. There are no current reports of child abduction.”
I couldn’t resist a laugh. “Are you serious? Did you not… did you not see—”
He cut me off. “There they are!” He chuckled. “The Wilder siblings!” The officer saluted the four of them who had wandered outside trailing their mother. Ignoring the other three, I made my way over to Casper. But he looked… I don’t know, he looked like he usually did through his window? There were no stitches or patchwork skin. He was wearing a beanie, and I reached to yank it off, when his hand caught mine.
He was freezing cold.
His skin felt almost slimy, like I was touching the skin of a dead fish. I wanted to hold on, to force the cops to believe me, but he was already speaking—his voice was different, a lot deeper than the hysterical cry of the boy underneath. “Mom?” Casper’s eyes were cold. He shoved my hand away before taking a shaky step back. Like I was crazy. He quickly joined his siblings.
“Who is this girl?”
“We’re going home.” Mom said, grasping my arm. “Can’t you see you’ve embarrassed me enough?”
I turned to find the other Wilder kids. The guy with the jawline still had that doll-like smile. “Please leave our brother alone.”
I couldn’t resist spitting at him. “He’s not your brother. You’re brainwashed.”
Something in his expression seemed to twitch suddenly. Mom tried to pull me back, but I stubbornly stayed where I was.
Issac or Freddie cocked his head. “Brain... washed?"
He started to speak, before Mrs Wilder ushered them all away. But I did notice him turn back to frown at me.
Needless to say, I was grounded—and threatened with a restraining order.
That didn’t stop me peeking through the gap in Casper’s curtains that night. I caught him stumbling around, struggling to get the chord-thing out of his head with manic hands. He came over to the window several times, his bloody hands slamming into the window before slipping away. I'm not sure, but I don't think he knew why his legs kept drawing him to the window.
Mrs Wilder joined him soon after, forcing him to bite into something plastic, as she led him to sit on the bed, her fingers wrapping around the chord, and yanking it out. I didn't hear his scream, but his reaction to it, body writhing, eyes squeezing shut, I knew he could feel it. And part of him was awake. Just part of him.
Not the parts who knew our window sessions and his horrifying reality.
Casper came to his window all bandaged up. He didn’t hold up a message, and his eyes were vacant.
Though his expression told me everything I needed to know.
Engines woke me up several hours later. It was midnight. Sliding out of bed, my gaze went straight to Casper’s window. But it was dark. I pressed my face against my own window and glimpsed Mrs Wilder standing on her lawn in her robe.
A car pulled up, and the cop from earlier jumped out. In his arms was what looked like a body bag. He dropped it on the ground. “Freshly dead.” He said, when I opened my window to hear what was being said. “Car crash. Victim is male. Eighteen years old.” He folded his arms with a light laugh. “I got him straight from the morgue. His parents think there’s no body.” Both of them knelt next to the bag, and Mrs Wilder zipped it open with a hiss.
When the bag jolted suddenly, I realised the body was still alive.
The officer stumbled back. “Jesus. I didn’t even use that much. You said a single shot, right?”
Mrs Wilder pulled out a carving knife from her robe, and I felt my entire body turn to ice.
The cop raised a brow. “You came prepared.”
She sighed, her hands on her hips. “He’s spare parts. The expiry is approaching which is why they’re… acting out.”
With startling precision, she aimed the knife above what I guessed was the body’s head, before bringing it down with a sickening crunch. The bag stopped squirming.
I can’t remember anything else from that night.
My mother was gone the next morning. A paper doll replica of her was sitting next to a note and a plate of freshly baked cookies.
I baked these thinking of you! And my, you should be grateful I have even bothered to do this after playing your games last night. Honestly, I am not the monster you think I am. Your mom asked me to let you know she will be busy with me for a few hours.
I’ve been asked to take care of you, so here are some chocolate cookies! Please maintain the rule I set in place and do not go near or talk to my children. I’m sure you know what will happen if you happen to slip up. I took the liberty of asking your mother to fit specialised devices in your room so I know when you are talking to my son. Writing equipment has been taken away. I hope we can be friends and I can start calling you my daughter. If something were to happen to your mom, do not worry. I will take you in. I want you to remember that.
PS: I can’t wait for you to (not) meet my newest son!
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2023.03.29 01:32 Careful_Trouble5837 Any LEO from Santa Rosa Cty, FL and who is familiar w/ Navarre Beach/Eglin AFB property?
I have a question regarding access by the public.
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2023.03.28 23:22 v_likes_corgis new Vocaloid fan looking for song recommendations!
Hey! I'm a fairly new Vocaloid fan and I'm looking for some new songs to listen to! Preferably Gumi cuz she's my fav but I don't mind all that much if it's not gumi! Some songs I've listened to already are: Donut hole World is mine Crime and punishment Rampaging Lolitiaholic Candle queen Boom Boom Boom Venom King Ghost rule Copycat Daughter of evil Happy Halloween Paparazzi Murder party Disappearance addiction a fake fake Pyschotropic Re_birthday Housewife radio Echo Tale of the deep sea lily Newly edgy idols The spider and the kistune-like lion Positive dance time Tordemo wonderz Useless child Miku Alice human sacrifice
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2023.03.28 22:51 evilted Sad news: the body of Larry Atchison was located
Per the SRPD News Release:
"The Body of Larry Atchison was Located in the Unincorporated Area of Bennett Valley
On February 27, 2023, Lawrence “Larry” Atchison walked away from his home in the area of Leafwood Circle. Over several weeks and with the assistance of Sonoma County Search and Rescue, several other volunteer organizations, helicopters, search dogs, Larry’s family/friends, and community volunteers, we searched the neighborhoods, waterways, parks, and trails.
On March 28, 2023, at 2:24 pm, a woman walking on a rural trail in the 4500 block of Fawn Hollow Lane located a body lying on the ground and believed the person was dead. The woman contacted the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Office, who immediately responded. When deputies arrived on the scene, they noticed the clothing description matched Larry’s and confirmed the adult male was deceased. Detectives from the Santa Rosa Police Department’s Violent Crime Team went to the scene.
Today, the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Coroner’s Office confirmed that the body found was Larry Atchison. SRPD detectives do not believe there was any foul play involved in Larry’s death."
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|4 ||Amouage ||Rose Aqor Attar ||12mL ||99% Full ||Full Presentation ||$439 ||Niche |
|5 ||Amouage ||Vanilla Barka Attar ||12mL ||99% Full ||Full Presentation ||$439 ||Niche |
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|9 ||Bond No. 9 ||Signature New York ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box, No Cap ||$145 ||Niche |
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|12 ||By Kilian ||Gold Knight ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester Refill (No Spray) ||$209 ||Niche |
|13 ||By Kilian ||Intoxicated ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester Refill (No Spray) ||$209 ||Niche |
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|16 ||Byredo ||Mixed Emotions ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$150 ||Niche |
|17 ||Byredo ||Mumbai Noise ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$150 ||Niche |
|18 ||Byredo ||Sunday Cologne ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$140 ||Niche |
|19 ||Chanel Exclusif ||Cuir de Russie EdT ||200mL ||95% Full ||No Box; Tester ||$725 ||Niche |
|20 ||Chanel Exclusif ||Misia EdT ||200mL ||98% Full ||Vintage Discontinued Formula; No Box ||$380 ||Niche |
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|26 ||Christian Dior / Dior Privee ||Eden Roc ||7.5mL ||100% Full ||Official Mini - Price includes shipping ||$30 ||Niche |
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|28 ||Christian Dior / Dior Privee ||Gris Dior ||7.5mL ||100% Full ||Official Mini - Price includes shipping ||$35 ||Niche |
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|30 ||Christian Dior / Dior Privee ||Mitzah ||5mL ||100% Full ||Official Mini - Batch Code 1W01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping ||$35 ||Niche |
|31 ||Christian Dior / Dior Privee ||New Look 1947 ||5mL ||100% Full ||Official Mini - Batch Code 1R01 (2011 Production Date) - Price includes shipping ||$30 ||Niche |
|32 ||Christian Dior / Dior Privee ||Vetiver ||50mL ||100% Full ||Magnetic Cap Decant ||$141 ||Niche |
|33 ||Clive Christian ||I Pour Femme (Woody Floral with Vintage Rose) ||50mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$180 ||Niche |
|34 ||Clive Christian ||Rock Rose ||50mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$289 ||Niche |
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|36 ||Creed ||Aventus - 22A11A ||100mL ||100% Full ||Full Presentation ||$250 ||Niche |
|37 ||Creed ||Aventus Cologne - 2022 Batch ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap ||$234 ||Niche |
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|39 ||Creed ||Erolfa - 15X01 ||120mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap ||$369 ||Niche |
|40 ||Creed ||Fleurs de Gardenia - 17P01 ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Cap, No Box ||$125 ||Niche |
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|42 ||Creed ||Himalaya - 22B01A ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap ||$190 ||Niche |
|43 ||Creed ||Jardin D'Amalfi - 16H01 ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap ||$240 ||Niche |
|44 ||Creed ||Millesime Imperial - F Batch ||100mL ||100% Full ||Comes with Box and SQUARE Older Style Cap. ||$180 ||Niche |
|45 ||Creed ||Neroli Sauvage - F241 ||100mL ||100% Full ||Comes with Box and SQUARE Older Style Cap. ||$180 ||Niche |
|46 ||Creed ||Original Vetiver - 22C01A ||100mL ||100% Full ||Box, No Cap ||$149 ||Niche |
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|49 ||Creed ||Silver Mountain Water - 21V01A ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap ||$190 ||Niche |
|50 ||Creed ||Spice and Wood - 18C01 ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap ||$300 ||Niche |
|51 ||Creed ||Tabarome - 21Y01A ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box; No Cap ||$149 ||Niche |
|52 ||Creed ||White Amber - 17W01 ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box; No Cap ||$149 ||Niche |
|53 ||Creed ||White Flowers - 21Z01A ||100mL ||100% Full ||Full Presentation ||$235 ||Niche |
|54 ||DS & DURGA ||Amber Kiso ||100mL ||100% Full ||New, No Box ||$135 ||Niche |
|55 ||Frederic Malle ||Eau de Magnolia ||10mL ||100% Full ||Official Travel Spray ||$55 ||Niche |
|56 ||Gallagher ||Bergamot Silk ||100mL ||99% Full || ||$84 ||Niche |
|57 ||Giorgio Armani / Armani Prive ||Gardenia Antigua ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$155 ||Niche |
|58 ||Giorgio Armani / Armani Prive ||Pierre de Lune ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$155 ||Niche |
|59 ||Giorgio Armani / Armani Prive ||Rose Alexandrie ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$155 ||Niche |
|60 ||Guerlain ||Angelique Noire ||30mL ||100% Full ||Mini Bee Bottle Decant ||$215 ||Niche |
|61 ||Guerlain ||Angelique Noire ||10mL ||100% Full ||Tall Glass Decant ||$55 ||Niche |
|62 ||Guerlain ||Cherry Oud ||200mL ||100% Full ||Brand new tester without box ||$319 ||Niche |
|63 ||Guerlain ||Cruel Gardenia ||200mL ||100% Full ||Brand new tester without box ||$299 ||Niche |
|64 ||Guerlain ||Derby ||100mL ||98% Full ||Wooden Rimmed Bottle ||$499 ||Niche |
|65 ||Guerlain ||Embruns D'Ylang ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$299 ||Niche |
|66 ||Guerlain ||Gourmand Coquin ||10mL ||100% Full ||Tall Glass Decant ||$60 ||Niche |
|67 ||Guerlain ||Herbes Troublantes ||200mL ||100% Full ||New, No Box ||$339 ||Niche |
|68 ||Guerlain ||Joyeuse Tubereuse ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$339 ||Niche |
|69 ||Guerlain ||Oeillet Pourpre ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$339 ||Niche |
|70 ||Guerlain ||Rose Barbare ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$339 ||Niche |
|71 ||Guerlain ||Santal Pao Rosa ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$339 ||Niche |
|72 ||Guerlain ||Tonka Imperiale ||30mL ||100% Full ||Mini Bee Bottle Decant ||$199 ||Niche |
|73 ||Guerlain ||Tonka Imperiale ||10mL ||100% Full ||Tall Glass Decant ||$55 ||Niche |
|74 ||Hermes / Hermessence ||Agar Ebene ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box, No Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|75 ||Hermes / Hermessence ||Epice Marine ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$145 ||Niche |
|76 ||Hermes / Hermessence ||Iris Ukiyoe ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box, No Cap ||$145 ||Niche |
|77 ||Hermes / Hermessence ||Osmanthe Yunnan ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box, No Cap ||$145 ||Niche |
|78 ||Hermes / Hermessence ||Santal Massoia ||100mL ||100% Full ||No Box ||$199 ||Niche |
|79 ||Hermes / Hermessence ||Vanille Galante ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box, No Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|80 ||Hermes / Hermessence ||Vetiver Tonka ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box, No Cap ||$155 ||Niche |
|81 ||Hermes / Hermessence ||Vetiver Tonka ||200mL ||100% Full ||Full Presentation, Brand New. ||$399 ||Niche |
|82 ||Hiram Green ||Vetiver ||50mL ||95% Full ||Full Presentation ||$130 ||Niche |
|83 ||House of Sillage ||Nouez Moi ||75mL ||99% Full ||Tester ||$120 ||Niche |
|84 ||I Profumi di Firenze ||Caterina De Medici ||50mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$35 ||Niche |
|85 ||Jacques Fath ||Bel Ambre ||200mL ||99% Full || ||$79 ||Niche |
|86 ||Jacques Fath ||Vers le Sud ||200mL ||99% Full || ||$79 ||Niche |
|87 ||Knize ||Knize Ten ||125mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$110 ||Niche |
|88 ||Louis Vuitton ||California Dreaming ||100mL ||98% Full ||May be a tester; No Box/No Cap. May have scratches/small engraving ||$190 ||Niche |
|89 ||Louis Vuitton ||Couer Battant ||100mL ||98% Full ||May be a tester; No Box/No Cap. May have scratches/small engraving ||$190 ||Niche |
|90 ||Louis Vuitton ||Mille Feux ||100mL ||98% Full ||May be a tester; No Box/No Cap. May have scratches/small engraving ||$190 ||Niche |
|91 ||Maison Crivelli ||Rose Saltifolia ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$159 ||Niche |
|92 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||724 ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$365 ||Niche |
|93 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||A la Rose ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$325 ||Niche |
|94 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Amyris Femme EdP ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$139 ||Niche |
|95 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Amyris Femme Extrait ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$165 ||Niche |
|96 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Celestia ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$115 ||Niche |
|97 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Celestia ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$215 ||Niche |
|98 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Celestia Cologne Forte ||200mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$279 ||Niche |
|99 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Celestia Cologne Forte ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$149 ||Niche |
|100 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Celestia Forte ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$159 ||Niche |
|101 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Universalis Cologne Forte ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$119 ||Niche |
|102 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Universalis EdT ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$109 ||Niche |
|103 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Universalis EdT ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$219 ||Niche |
|104 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Vitae ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$219 ||Niche |
|105 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Vitae Cologne Forte ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$119 ||Niche |
|106 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Aqua Vitae Forte EdP ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$160 ||Niche |
|107 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Baccarat Rouge 540 EdP ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$375 ||Niche |
|108 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Baccarat Rouge 540 Extrait ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$300 ||Niche |
|109 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Feminine Pluriel ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$149 ||Niche |
|110 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Gentle Fluidity Gold ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$160 ||Niche |
|111 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Grand Soir ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$170 ||Niche |
|112 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||L'eau a La Rose ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$129 ||Niche |
|113 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||L'homme A la Rose ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$159 ||Niche |
|114 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Oud EdP ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$170 ||Niche |
|115 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Oud Extrait ||10mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$35 ||Niche |
|116 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Oud Extrait ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$190 ||Niche |
|117 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Oud Silk Mood EdP ||70mL ||40% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$75 ||Niche |
|118 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Oud Silk Mood Extrait ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$190 ||Niche |
|119 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Petit Matin ||70mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$145 ||Niche |
|120 ||Maison Francis Kurkdjian ||Petit Matin ||200mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$350 ||Niche |
|121 ||Mark Birley ||Charles Street ||75mL ||97% Full ||Travel Version ||$90 ||Niche |
|122 ||Masque Milano ||Tango ||35mL ||99% Full || ||$90 ||Niche |
|123 ||Memo Paris ||French Leather ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|124 ||Memo Paris ||Inle ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|125 ||Memo Paris ||Italian Leather ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box or Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|126 ||Memo Paris ||Lailabella ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box; No Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|127 ||Memo Paris ||Marfa ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box; No Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|128 ||Memo Paris ||Moon Fever ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box; No Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|129 ||Memo Paris ||Oriental Leather ||75mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box; No Cap ||$135 ||Niche |
|130 ||Mind Games ||Caissa ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$250 ||Niche |
|131 ||Mind Games ||Gardez (Black Queen) ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$225 ||Niche |
|132 ||Mind Games ||Scholar's Mate ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$225 ||Niche |
|133 ||Mizensir ||Ideal Oud ||100mL ||100% Full ||No Box ||$155 ||Niche |
|134 ||Mizensir ||Bois de Mysore ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$155 ||Niche |
|135 ||Mona di Orio ||Cuir ||75mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$120 ||Niche |
|136 ||Mona di Orio ||Nuit de Noir ||75mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$120 ||Niche |
|137 ||Oliver and Co. ||M.O.U.S.S.E. ||50mL ||99% Full ||Limited Edition 87/133 ||$110 ||Niche |
|138 ||Parfums de Marley ||Delina Pour Le Corps (Body Cream) ||200mL ||100% Full ||Full Presentation ||$75 ||Niche |
|139 ||Parfums de Marley ||Sedley ||125mL ||100% Full ||Brand New in Box, Sealed ||$149 ||Niche |
|140 ||Parfums de Nicolai ||Patchouli Intense ||100mL ||98% Full ||Full Presentation ||$119 ||Niche |
|141 ||Perris Monte Carlo ||Tuberuese Absolue ||100mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$99 ||Niche |
|142 ||Pomare's Stolen Perfume ||Angel's Share ||9mL ||70% Full ||No Box ||$40 ||Niche |
|143 ||Roja Dove ||Apex Discovery Atomizer ||7.5mL ||99% Full || ||$50 ||Niche |
|144 ||Roja Dove ||Creation-E Essence de Parfum ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box, No Cap ||$150 ||Niche |
|145 ||Roja Dove ||Scandal Essence de Parfum ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box; No Cap ||$150 ||Niche |
|146 ||Roman Monegal ||L'eau de Rose ||50mL ||97% Full || ||$70 ||Niche |
|147 ||Santa Maria Novella ||Sandalo ||100mL ||95% Full ||No Box ||$80 ||Niche |
|148 ||The Harmonist ||Desired Earth Eau de Parfum ||50mL ||100% Full ||Brand new, Sealed ||$219 ||Niche |
|149 ||The Harmonist ||Magnetic Wood Parfum ||50mL ||100% Full ||BNIB Sealed ||$229 ||Niche |
|150 ||Tom Ford ||Beau de Jour ||1000mL ||100% Full ||Sealed Dramming Bottle ||$1,000 ||Niche |
|151 ||Tom Ford ||Fougere Platine ||250mL ||100% Full ||Full Decanter, No Box ||$375 ||Niche |
|152 ||Tom Ford ||Fougere Platine ||1000mL ||100% Full ||Sealed Dramming Bottle ||$1,000 ||Niche |
|153 ||Tom Ford ||Fucking Fabulous ||50mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$190 ||Niche |
|154 ||Tom Ford ||Oud Fleur ||1000mL ||100% Full ||Sealed Dramming Bottle ||$1,000 ||Niche |
|155 ||Tom Ford ||Rose de Chine ||50mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$199 ||Niche |
|156 ||Tom Ford ||Rose Prick ||100mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$269 ||Niche |
|157 ||Tom Ford ||Soleil Blanc EdP ||50mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$145 ||Niche |
|158 ||Tom Ford ||Soleil Neige ||1000mL ||100% Full ||Sealed Dramming Bottle ||$850 ||Niche |
|159 ||Tom Ford ||Tobacco Vanille ||50mL ||90% Full ||Full Presentation with Box ||$160 ||Niche |
|160 ||Tom Ford ||Tuscan Leather ||50mL ||100% Full ||Magnetic Cap Decant ||$115 ||Niche |
|161 ||Tom Ford ||Vert des Bois ||1000mL ||100% Full ||Sealed Dramming Bottle ||$900 ||Niche |
|162 ||Tom Ford ||White Suede ||1000mL ||100% Full ||Sealed Dramming Bottle ||$850 ||Niche |
|163 ||TVGA ||Milestones Extrait ||9mL ||90% Full ||No Box ||$40 ||Niche |
|164 ||Washington Tremlett ||Black Tie ||100mL ||95% Full || ||$125 ||Niche |
|165 ||Xerjoff ||Accento ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$169 ||Niche |
|166 ||Yves Saint Laurent ||Babycat ||125mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$375 ||Niche |
|167 ||Yves Saint Laurent ||Tuxedo ||250mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$375 ||Niche |
|168 ||Acqua di Parma ||Arancia Di Capri ||150mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$65 ||Designer |
|169 ||Acqua di Parma ||Colonia EdC ||100mL ||100% Full ||Brand New, Sealed ||$75 ||Designer |
|170 ||Acqua di Parma ||Colonia Intensa ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$65 ||Designer |
|171 ||Aqua di Parma ||Magnolia Nobile ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$115 ||Designer |
|172 ||Caron ||Pour un Homme de Caron Le Matin ||125mL ||100% Full ||Opened to test, sprayed once ||$84 ||Designer |
|173 ||Caron ||Pour un Homme de Caron Le Soir ||125mL ||100% Full ||Opened to test, sprayed once ||$84 ||Designer |
|174 ||Chanel ||Allure Homme ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$75 ||Designer |
|175 ||Chanel ||Allure Homme Sport - Aftershave Balm ||100mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$65 ||Designer |
|176 ||Chanel ||Allure Pour Femme EdT ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$65 ||Designer |
|177 ||Chanel ||Bleu de Chanel - Aftershave Balm ||100mL ||99% Full ||No Box, Minor Cosmetic Damage ||$55 ||Designer |
|178 ||Chanel ||Bleu de Chanel - Aftershave Lotion ||100mL ||99% Full ||No Box, Minor Cosmetic Damage ||$55 ||Designer |
|179 ||Chanel ||Chance Eau Fraiche EdT ||150mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$120 ||Designer |
|180 ||Chanel ||Chance Eau Tendre EdP ||50mL ||90% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$90 ||Designer |
|181 ||Chanel ||Chance Eau Tendre EdT ||150mL ||99% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$120 ||Designer |
|182 ||Chanel ||Coco EdP ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$85 ||Designer |
|183 ||Chanel ||Coco Mademoiselle - Moisturizing Body Lotion ||200mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$55 ||Designer |
|184 ||Chanel ||Coco Mademoiselle EdP ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$90 ||Designer |
|185 ||Chanel ||Coco Mademoiselle EdP Intense ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$95 ||Designer |
|186 ||Chanel ||Coco Mademoiselle EdT ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$65 ||Designer |
|187 ||Chanel ||Coco Mademoiselle L'eau Privee ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$90 ||Designer |
|188 ||Chanel ||Cristalle Eau Vert EdTC ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$135 ||Designer |
|189 ||Chanel ||Cristalle EdP ||50mL ||95% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$135 ||Designer |
|190 ||Chanel ||Gabrielle Essence EdP ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$90 ||Designer |
|191 ||Chanel ||No. 19 ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$115 ||Designer |
|192 ||Chanel ||No. 19 Poudre EdP ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$135 ||Designer |
|193 ||Chanel ||No. 5 Eau Premiere ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$85 ||Designer |
|194 ||Chanel ||No. 5 EdP ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$85 ||Designer |
|195 ||Christian Dior ||Dior Homme Eau ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$125 ||Designer |
|196 ||Christian Dior ||Dior Homme Sport - 2017 Version ||125mL ||99% Full ||Tester; No Box Batch Code is 6Y02 ||$95 ||Designer |
|197 ||Christian Dior ||J'adore in Joy EdT ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap, No Box ||$60 ||Designer |
|198 ||Floris ||007 ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap, No Box ||$100 ||Designer |
|199 ||Floris ||Cefiro ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester with Cap, No Box ||$59 ||Designer |
|200 ||Gucci ||Gucci Guilty Absolute ||90mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$75 ||Designer |
|201 ||Guerlain ||Habit Rouge L'instinct ||100mL ||99% Full ||Sprayed once ||$84 ||Designer |
|202 ||Guerlain ||L'instant de Guerlain Pour Homme EXTREME ||10mL ||100% Full ||VINTAGE BLACK RIM - DECANT ||$50 ||Designer |
|203 ||Hermes ||H24 EdT ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$65 ||Designer |
|204 ||Hermes ||Twilly ||80mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Box ||$65 ||Designer |
|205 ||Jo Malone ||Amber & Lavender ||30mL ||90% Full ||No Box ||$52 ||Designer |
|206 ||Jo Malone ||English Oak & Redcurrant ||30mL ||80% Full ||No Box ||$49 ||Designer |
|207 ||Jo Malone ||English Pear & Freesia ||100mL ||100% Full ||Brand New with Gift Box and Gift Set (Body Wash, Body Lotion) ||$180 ||Designer |
|208 ||Jo Malone ||Gardenia & Oud Absolu ||100mL ||100% Full ||Brand New with Gift Box ||$180 ||Designer |
|209 ||Jo Malone ||Rose & White Musk Absolu ||100mL ||100% Full ||No Box ||$180 ||Designer |
|210 ||Ralph Lauren ||Supreme Leather ||125mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$90 ||Designer |
|211 ||Thierry Mugler ||A*MEN ||100mL ||99% Full ||Rubber Flask; No Box ||$75 ||Designer |
|212 ||Thierry Mugler ||A*MEN Ultra Zest ||100mL ||85-90% Full ||Rubber Flask; No Box ||$275 ||Designer |
|213 ||Tom Ford ||Black Orchid - Body Oil Mist ||50mL ||99% Full ||No Box, Minor Cosmetic Damage ||$50 ||Designer |
|214 ||Amouage ||Cristal and Gold Ladies ||50mL ||95% Full ||Vintage, Incredibly hard to find. Full presentation in nice condition ||$399 ||Vintage |
|215 ||Cartier ||Santos EdT ||100mL ||60% Full ||Splash; Refillable; Original Formulation; No Box; Some Wear on Case ||$199 ||Vintage |
|216 ||Chanel ||Egoiste Cologne Concentree ||100mL ||97% Full ||Bottle Only ||$399 ||Vintage |
|217 ||Chanel ||Gardenia EdT ||100mL ||100% Full ||Vintage; Sealed ||$390 ||Vintage |
|218 ||Dior ||Jules ||100mL ||95% Full ||Vintage; Ribbed Bottle; No Box ||$264 ||Vintage |
|219 ||Dunhill ||Cologne ||125mL ||99% Full ||Vintage; Splash ||$100 ||Vintage |
|220 ||Escada ||Pour Homme Aftershave ||75mL ||100% Full ||BNIB Sealed ||$165 ||Vintage |
|221 ||Escada ||Pour Homme Aftershave ||125mL ||100% Full ||BNIB Sealed ||$240 ||Vintage |
|222 ||Floris ||Bay Rum ||3.5 Oz ||97% Full ||Vintage; Splash. "Use as a cologne, after shave lotion, or hair lotion." ||$84 ||Vintage |
|223 ||Floris ||Special 127 ||100mL ||98% Full ||Vintage; Dark Blue Box., 2 Royal Warrants, Vintage Version ||$70 ||Vintage |
|224 ||Fragonard ||Zizanie ||240mL ||80% Full ||Shaker bottle (Splash, not spray) no box. At least 80% Full. ||$240 ||Vintage |
|225 ||Geo F Trumper ||Ajaccio Violets ||100mL ||99% Full || ||$40 ||Vintage |
|226 ||Gucci ||Envy Aftershave ||50mL ||100% Full ||BNIB Sealed ||$140 ||Vintage |
|227 ||Gucci ||Envy Aftershave ||100mL ||100% Full ||BNIB Sealed ||$215 ||Vintage |
|228 ||Gucci ||Rush for Men ||50mL ||100% Full ||Full Presentation; These do not come fully filled ||$190 ||Vintage |
|229 ||Gucci ||Rush for Men Aftershave ||100mL ||100% Full ||BNIB Sealed ||$140 ||Vintage |
|230 ||Guerlain ||Heritage EdT ||200mL ||100% Full ||New; Vintage; Splash. 1991 Bottle. ||$225 ||Vintage |
|231 ||Guerlain ||Samrasa EdP ||50mL ||100% Full ||No Box ||$109 ||Vintage |
|232 ||Guerlain ||Samsara EdT 1992-1993 Formulation ||100mL ||100% Full ||Tester; No Cap; No Box ||$109 ||Vintage |
|233 ||Jean Desprez ||Bal a Versailles ||9 Oz ||70% Full ||Vintage; Splash; No Box Open to offers on this enormous bottle. ||$135 ||Vintage |
|234 ||Lacoste ||Eau de Sport Vivifiante ||100mL ||99% Full ||No Box ||$130 ||Vintage |
|235 ||Lacoste ||Land ||100mL ||99% Full || ||$130 ||Vintage |
|236 ||Nino Cerruti ||Fair Play Pour Homme ||100mL ||99% Full ||Full presentation with Box ||$275 ||Vintage |
|237 ||Paco Rabanne ||Eau de Metal ||20mL ||100% Full ||Vintage; Mini ||$15 ||Vintage |
|238 ||Ralph Lauren ||Silver Romance for Men ||100mL ||80% Full ||No Box, No Cap ||$165 ||Vintage |
|239 ||Revillon ||Pour Homme Eau de Toilette Super Concentrate ||60mL ||99% Full ||Atomizer ||$190 ||Vintage |
|240 ||Revillon ||Pour Homme Eau de Toilette Super Concentrate ||90mL ||99% Full ||Atomizer ||$290 ||Vintage |
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2023.03.28 19:52 mydogsnameishank1 Not sure what I’m doing wrong
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I got my third hole in my lobes pierced back in November 22 by a reputable piercer. Everything was done by the book in accordance to the APP. The jewelry is implant grade titanium and I gently clean it daily with the NeilMed piercing aftercare saline solution. I do sleep on my side but I got one of those donut pillows that lets me sleep without pressure on my ears. submitted by mydogsnameishank1 to piercing [link] [comments]
I had the lobes downsized a month ago because they kept snagging on masks and clothes and stuff and the piercer at that point didn’t seem worried and went ahead with the downsize(probably because they looked and felt pretty good at the time I went in).
Even after all of that, both piercings (but mainly my left on) are still itchy, sometimes red and swollen and the left one often still has white ooze coming out most days. It’s not enough to be noticeable from the outside so any pictures I post won’t show anything.
I guess my question is, why is it still not healing? I got my conch pierced at the same place back in September and it’s healing beautifully but my lobes aren’t. If anything I would have thought it would be the other way around.
Am I doing something wrong?
2023.03.28 19:42 vistocycling Team BAMBi put together this helpful graphic re: where to MTB when it is wet
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