ATK 🌎 1-2 🇺🇸 EG Black

Vertigo: 8-16 Mirage: 16-13 Inferno: 12-16
 
Congratulations to EG Black for winning the ESL Challenger Melbourne 2023 North America Closed Qualifier!
EG Black qualifies for ESL Challenger Melbourne 2023.
 

Map picks:

ATK	MAP	EG Black
	Ancient	X
X	Nuke
	Vertigo	✔
✔	Mirage
	Anubis	X
X	Overpass
	Inferno

 

Full Match Stats:

Team	K-D	ADR	KAST	Rating
🌎 ATK
🇺🇸 reck	57-57	68.5	63.0%	0.93
🇿🇦 MisteM	53-55	74.0	61.7%	0.93
🇨🇦 djay	39-51	68.1	67.9%	0.91
🇸🇪 b0denmaster	43-54	58.8	61.7%	0.85
🇺🇸 Swisher	39-57	62.4	66.7%	0.84
🇺🇸 EG Black
🇺🇸 junior	61-36	78.6	77.8%	1.26
🇺🇸 RUSH	58-50	76.8	76.5%	1.20
🇨🇦 HexT	52-48	76.0	66.7%	1.09
🇨🇦 Walco	56-47	69.2	70.4%	1.09
🇺🇸 Jeorge	44-52	73.3	66.7%	0.95

 

Individual Map Stats:

Map 1: Vertigo

Team	CT	T	Total
🌎 ATK	2	6	8
	T	CT
🇺🇸 EG Black	13	3	16

 

Team	K-D	ADR	KAST	Rating
🌎 ATK
🇺🇸 reck	17-16	81.8	66.7%	0.99
🇸🇪 b0denmaster	13-15	60.4	58.3%	0.85
🇨🇦 djay	12-18	80.4	54.2%	0.82
🇿🇦 MisteM	7-20	45.1	41.7%	0.35
🇺🇸 Swisher	4-18	26.7	41.7%	0.34
🇺🇸 EG Black
🇺🇸 RUSH	22-10	76.7	83.3%	1.54
🇨🇦 Walco	20-12	95.8	79.2%	1.52
🇺🇸 Jeorge	18-13	96.0	87.5%	1.42
🇺🇸 junior	15-8	61.6	83.3%	1.19
🇨🇦 HexT	12-11	66.1	66.7%	1.08

Vertigo detailed stats and VOD

 

Map 2: Mirage

Team	T	CT	Total
🌎 ATK	9	7	16
	CT	T
🇺🇸 EG Black	6	7	13

 

Team	K-D	ADR	KAST	Rating
🌎 ATK
🇿🇦 MisteM	25-18	93.0	72.4%	1.28
🇺🇸 Swisher	23-19	89.1	79.3%	1.24
🇸🇪 b0denmaster	21-21	74.9	62.1%	1.03
🇺🇸 reck	21-20	67.8	62.1%	0.93
🇨🇦 djay	12-18	61.9	75.9%	0.90
🇺🇸 EG Black
🇺🇸 junior	21-17	87.4	75.9%	1.17
🇨🇦 HexT	21-20	77.9	65.5%	1.14
🇨🇦 Walco	24-18	70.0	69.0%	1.10
🇺🇸 RUSH	16-24	68.5	65.5%	0.90
🇺🇸 Jeorge	14-24	68.2	48.3%	0.72

Mirage detailed stats and VOD

 

Map 3: Inferno

Team	T	CT	Total
🌎 ATK	7	5	12
	CT	T
🇺🇸 EG Black	8	8	16

 

Team	K-D	ADR	KAST	Rating
🌎 ATK
🇿🇦 MisteM	21-17	79.1	67.9%	1.11
🇨🇦 djay	15-15	63.9	71.4%	1.02
🇺🇸 Swisher	12-20	65.5	75.0%	0.92
🇺🇸 reck	19-21	57.8	60.7%	0.89
🇸🇪 b0denmaster	9-18	40.9	64.3%	0.70
🇺🇸 EG Black
🇺🇸 junior	25-11	84.0	75.0%	1.42
🇺🇸 RUSH	20-16	85.6	82.1%	1.26
🇨🇦 HexT	19-17	82.4	67.9%	1.06
🇺🇸 Jeorge	12-15	59.1	67.9%	0.84
🇨🇦 Walco	12-17	45.6	64.3%	0.73

Inferno detailed stats and VOD

 

Highlights

M1 b0denmaster - 3 AK kills on the defense

M2 b0denmaster - 3 USP-S HS kills on the bombsite B defense

M3 junior - 4 AWP kills on the bombsite A defense

 
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You had enough of me. Maybe because I didn’t do the right thing. I know this should be about you but you said uou didn’t want me. I don’t think you know, and I don’t even know how much it hurts. I don’t understand. Why we can’t just be together forever. I’m scared of the power I have. I thought somebody was hurting you. I’m so sorry my love, I should have trusted you.
Can you tell me how you want me to be. Even if I had to change up my whole personality.
I’ll let you have your space. I’ll ask you questions. I’ll give you my thoughts. Would you like it if we had a rap battle, I know your a killer queen. You probably got tonnes of guys trynna hit ur line. I guess I gotta step up to the challenge.
I didn’t remain esotiqlic. I felt so afraid that you didn’t want me that I created an alternate scenario to give an excuse for why you didn’t want me. Please tell me that we just need time to rebuild our relationship. I’d do anything . I would shave my head, change my name and meet you anywhere in the world. And if we truly agreed I would rob a bank, to get there if I didn’t have the money. Please tell me we’ll be okay.
No matter what you are always going to be my cleapatra. I’m so ducking scared that you would break up with me but, I would never hold myself hostage. You deserve the choice tot leave me. And I will accept your decision but I would have to see you once a week atleast. Just to check up on you just to remind you that I still love you.
Remember the first date weee each had stuff to say. Next time I see you I’m gonna try that again while chatting to you.

Savior had saved the day again. She stopped a bank robbery in whatever city she was in. She didn’t really remember nor did she really care. She had killed all five of the bank robbers with no effort merely frying their brains. Now she was surrounded by her adoring fans and the media.
Savior: Thank you! Thank you! I do it for the needs of the many!
It was really just another day for her. She would just have and smile people would stare at her in awe. She would shake a few hands sign a few autographs and then she would go home. Maybe she would visit Leader and the canyon people.
She sighed a some weirdos picture of her and seeing as her hype started to die down she flew off. She flew back to her home. Her homes entrance was a doorway hidden in the side of a random rock in the middle of nowhere. She entered and walked down the front doors flight of stairs and into a lab.
Savior: I’m home boys.
The lab was full of scientists who all tensed up at the sight of Savior.
Scientist: Savior y-you are late! Why is that?
Savior: Gotta look good for the brand chief!
Scientist: This isn’t about the brand! This is about our research! We could have you exterminated!
Savior: But ya won’t- you make so much money off my mere existence that I’m an asset! And it’s not like you could put me down at all- even nukes can’t hurt me-
The scientists nodded and looked down at his clipboard. Savior giggled like a child and went into another room. It was the living room. She sat down on the couch and began watching tv.
Savior: Bring me some soda!
Savior demanded as a scientist immediately ran into the kitchen grabbed a can of coke and gave it to Savior.
Savior: Nice-
She began drinking out of it as she watched tv. After finishing her soda can she threw it against the steel wall creating a dent in it.
Savior: Damn weak ass walls-
She then got up and flew over to a room hidden behind a nearby bookshelf. Her bedroom with only a single bed.
Savior: Nobody can see me here- I can just get down and sleep

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Hi ! I’m asking for help before getting paid, this month was a bit of a struggle. I need to get a last minute ticket home as my dad is in hospital ! Thank you if you can help.

Thank you in advance and I’m sorry for the formatting, I’m on mobile writing this.
I (26m) am writing this on Tuesday at 9pm at night in Washington County, Oregon. I sold my car 1.5 years ago.
5 days ago I got a letter from the Oregon lien services for $600 for a tow of the car which was abandoned at the buyers apartment complex.
When I sold the car, I had the person sign 2 different “Bill of sale” documents that were provided by the Oregon DMV, I then took of if the documents fully filled out. I also took a picture of their ID (front and back) and their picture in person with the car. All of these pictures have undoctored metadata.
I have their number, instagram, Facebook, TikTok, and yet no response. I got access to the car from the tow company but didn’t find their copy of the bill of sale. I tore my house and my car apart looking these documents and still found nothing.
I contacted the tow company about the proof I have of the sale, but they had contact DMV since the owner info (apparently still me) was provided by the DMV.
I contacted the DMV about the situation and they have no record of me notifying them about the sale of the car. I asked to talk to the supervisor at the DMV and what I originally thought was said was they were backdating the sale date and I just needed to find the bill of sale to back this up.
After I contacted them, I looked all over for the bill of sale in my apartment and my car and my storage unit. I even went through all of my important papers that I know I should always save (bank statements, tax info, 3 other bill of sales from previous cars of mine, etc.) and spent hours looking. Nothing.
So I contacted the DMV again and they said the sale date was from when I originally called (which was the day after I got the bill) and not what the supervisor told me. The new agent I was talking to said they have no way of backdating sale notices by law.
The bill from the tow company states that I have until April 7th 2023 to either provide the notice of the sale dated from before the tow or pay the full bill, which I think is $2000 for the yard hold at which will then be auctioned off on the 7th.
I’m lost and feel completely out of options. I’m broke and can’t afford this bill on such a short notice. Even at $600. I don’t feel like I own the car since the documents were all signed and it’s considered an official document by the Oregon DMV.
What should I do? Is there a way to get out of this mess without paying for this bill?
UPDATE: I forgot to mention I also have a picture of the passenger registration with the buyers signature.

Female, 24, ~220lbs. Medical history: PCOS, kidney stones, depression/anxiety.
I’m just looking for anyone to hear me and not disregard me. I’m suffering and I’m young and I’m so exhausted.
Since December 2021, I have been dealing with an undiagnosed and debilitating medical problem. The symptoms may have been occurring prior to this, but December is when I noticed and when everything began to spiral.
The first major incident was when I was helping set up for a work event. We had walked well over 2 miles - I was tired, but fine. Suddenly, it felt like my lower back tightened (think someone stretching a rubber band as far as it will go without snapping), I began to struggle to walk, my vision tunneled, and I thought I was going to pass out. Luckily, I didn’t and after sitting and resting I felt better.
I proceeded from this like I would any back problem: rest, OTC pain meds, stretching. Nothing helped. Everything got worse, much worse. For months, my pain grew from discomfort to debilitating. It migrated from my back to my hips and legs. I began to have problems with rapid heart rate and shortness of breath. At the time, I attributed it to the pain but looking back, it must have been part of the systematic inflammation I was going through. I also was losing strength everywhere. I could not step onto a curb without pulling myself up. I could not walk more than 10 steps without stopping. I couldn’t even change positions on the couch without hurting. I was starting to have difficulty chewing as well. Everything hurt.
I did get an MRI on my back done which revealed a lower disc bulge, but no one could explain how it could be causing my pain.
I tried everything to fix it: exercise, steroid injections, physical therapy, pain management, visits with a spinal specialist, special chiropractic care (no adjustments), swimming and many others I can’t remember. Everyone thought because none of this worked, that it was somehow my fault. I swear most days I could barely function to get out of bed, it was a miracle I was able to try at all.
My blood work was showing consistently elevated WBC. I had a couple doctors mention that it seemed like I had an infection, but clearly didn’t have one. I also developed a lymph node behind my right ear which an ultrasound cleared of being harmful, but it’s still kind of weird.
Fast forward to October 2022. I visit a hormone specialist for PCOS related things. He does some blood tests and tells me my inflammation levels are really high. He wants me to try an anti-inflammatory diet. It’s strict, but nutritious. In 3 days, 72 hours, I was feeling 60% better. It was like a miracle. The pain was manageable but more remarkably, my strength came back too. I had a doctor tell me my pain was gone because I lost weight, but I don’t think it’s possible to lose over a years worth of pain in 72 hours worth of “weight loss.” And even after the new diet, my inflammation levels were still high. Even still, I definitely wasn’t fixed and couldn’t function like I had been able to prior to before all this happened.
You’d think that would be the end, right? Nope. I began to go through periods of feeling… sick. I don’t know how to describe it except I’d be feeling fine, then I’d suddenly be exhausted, nauseous, and achy again.
I began to see an internal medicine doctor. She’s ran tests, and even sent me to a hematologist (for absolutely no reason), and can’t figure out what’s going on. In January, I got majorly sick with bouts of vomiting and fatigue which they claimed was caused by a “low-carb diet.” Considering all I had been able to eat for weeks was noodles and potatoes, I’m not sure that’s possible but they didn’t care enough to listen.
Since getting sick on and off, I’ve had a hard time sticking to my diet which is mainly vegetables, beans, and lean meats. Not exactly the easiest things to stomach. Which means my pain has come back.
Most recently, I landed in the hospital after having the worst spell of nausea of my life. I was vomiting bile, a LOT of bile, continuously and aggressively. My mom took me to the ER where I had to have tons of IV fluids, dextrose, and electrolytes just to get me stabilized. They did an abdominal ultrasound and CT scan and found nothing. My body pain is back in full swing. All they could say was that I was hypoglycemic, was in metabolic acidosis, and had a high WBC. But they couldn’t identify a root cause. I’m so thankful for their efforts though.
I can’t keep living like this. I can’t get a job, I can’t move out, I can’t do anything but try and figure out what is wrong with me so that I can move forward. I don’t know what’s connected and what’s not connected. I can’t find a single doctor that is willing to take a minute to talk with me.
I respect everyone in the medical field and I know I’m not the only patient, but I’m really, really struggling right now. I’m not looking for an immediate diagnosis or a special pill that will make me better. I’m looking for someone that can listen and put together the pieces without giving up or dismissing me.
Is there anything that stands out to you? Is there a medical professional you think I should reach out to? Any advice is appreciated and I’m sorry for the long post. I’m just so tired and upset.

I do work as an influencer for brands on Instagram and was contacted by a company claiming to want to work with me. They sent me a check and asked me to send part of it back through Zelle. I tried and my bank wouldn’t let me send the money back after the mobile deposit. I spoke with a lady on the phone and told her I had never done business with them before and she said they would hold it for a couple weeks to see if it was real. Now I get a call saying they are closing my accounts I don’t know what to do I can’t access my money at all. I’m only 22 and know nothing about checks. I don’t want to go to jail I didn’t even know what I was doing please help.

I do work as an influencer for brands on Instagram and was contacted by a company claiming to want to work with me. They sent me a check and asked me to send part of it back through Zelle. I tried and my bank wouldn’t let me send the money back after the mobile deposit. I spoke with a lady on the phone and told her I had never done business with them before and she said they would hold it for a couple weeks to see if it was real. Now I get a call saying they are closing my accounts I don’t know what to do I can’t access my money at all. I’m only 22 and know nothing about checks. I don’t want to go to jail I didn’t even know what I was doing please help.

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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.
But instead...
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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?

Background: My two roommates and I moved out about a month ago from our old house to get away from the over barring housemate we had. She would go through our stuff, pick out small things to be passive aggressive about, and would complain about one of us to the other individually. Total mess. Not to mention the landlord she would tell on us to CONSTANTLY when things didn’t go her way.
The three of us ended up banning together, and found a house to move into that conveniently(for us) was next door with amazing landlord couple to rent from.
With I not having a ton of mail sent to that house, I decided it was better to not bother with a change of address form. Since with my bank and work I changed stuff a few weeks before moving. Well, thinking I was okay after getting settled at my new house my old housemate thought it would’ve be okay to place my mail in the mail box. In the U.S. this is actually a federal offense, since she is not the resident of the house. I let it slide the first time but it happened again and I’ve lost it.
Petty thing I did: well since she likes to put things in peoples mail boxes I thought I’d place some things in her’s(not ethically) I’ve sent the last two days signing her up to receive visits from JWs and Mormons, receive a bunch of religious paraphernalia, baby stuff(she is past child barring years) patenting magazines, travel guides, and tons of stuff to keep her occupied with getting for a little while anyways. The other thing I did was to make sure she had a copy of state laws showing what is trespassing as well as USPS regulations on mail boxes, etc. I think it’s enough. I may decide to do this again when I’m bored but I’m out of websites and the ones I gave info to will 100000% give her info away.

Life is so extremely difficult. I have a negative bank balance, I’m behind on bills, I’m busting my butt going to school full time to be a teacher and working a full time job while taking care of my daughter but it’s not enough. If I didn’t have my daughter, I’d be long gone. All I do every day is just think about ending it all. I’m tired of feeling emotionless. I want to feel joy again. But it all just feels so pointless.

I do work as an influencer for brands on Instagram and was contacted by a company claiming to want to work with me. They sent me a check and asked me to send part of it back through Zelle. I tried and my bank wouldn’t let me send the money back after the mobile deposit. I spoke with a lady on the phone and told her I had never done business with them before and she said they would hold it for a couple weeks to see if it was real. Now I get a call saying they are closing my accounts I don’t know what to do I can’t access my money at all. I’m only 22 and know nothing about checks. I don’t want to go to jail I didn’t even know what I was doing please help.

I do work as an influencer for brands on Instagram and was contacted by a company claiming to want to work with me. They sent me a check and asked me to send part of it back through Zelle. I tried and my bank wouldn’t let me send the money back after the mobile deposit. I spoke with a lady on the phone and told her I had never done business with them before and she said they would hold it for a couple weeks to see if it was real. Now I get a call saying they are closing my accounts I don’t know what to do I can’t access my money at all. I’m only 22 and know nothing about checks. I don’t want to go to jail I didn’t even know what I was doing please help.

I do work as an influencer for brands on Instagram and was contacted by a company claiming to want to work with me. They sent me a check and asked me to send part of it back through Zelle. I tried and my bank wouldn’t let me send the money back after the mobile deposit. I spoke with a lady on the phone and told her I had never done business with them before and she said they would hold it for a couple weeks to see if it was real. Now I get a call saying they are closing my accounts I don’t know what to do I can’t access my money at all. I’m only 22 and know nothing about checks. I don’t want to go to jail I didn’t even know what I was doing please help.

So, i’m a junior majoring in accounting with ≈ 3.5 gpa. I got a job in the accounting department for a regional gas station (69-99 locations). I’m basically an AP clerk, but I do bank reconciliations, “audit” a little bit of the store’s paperwork, and run a couple simple reports which just consistent of some button pushing (nothing complicated). I’m worried that my title doesn’t have “internship” in it. Would being an AP clerk for a little over a year before graduating be seen as equivalent? or would my peers who have 3-6 months experience in an “internship” be better off?

Got a check from school saved. $3k budget to get a car (hybrid)so I can drive Uber (make money daily, already have a existing driver profile)I don’t wanna wait so i dont spend any of it . I’m guessing leasing is the cheaper monthly option, but i just checked my credit score nd it’s 530. No bank account no current income besides school checks every semester. No co-signer. What’s my ideal option? I have existing credit card debt but i rather put my saved up money into getting a car to make income nd pay my debt off after i secure a vehicle. Thanks in advance.
*EDIT Debt in collections 9 years)

We’re using a Discover HYSA to save up for a house downpayment and although we won’t be ready to buy for a couple years, I’m trying to plan ahead. I know earnest money needs to be in a checking account as soon as you start looking for houses so that when you make an offer, you can have access to the funds immediately. But what about the rest of the downpayment? Let’s say the downpayment will be around $150k. Would you be able to wire transfer an amount like that directly from a Discover HYSA to an external payee? Or would I need to transfer it first to my checking account (which is with a different bank)?

Weird question that I’ve never encountered in the 10 years of living in Japan. When I came here I got a Mizuho bank account and they put my card and bank book with my name in English characters. Never had an issue until I changed jobs lasted year and the company wanted the katakana. I gave them what was on the original paperwork. They couldn’t transfer my salary. I asked them to do it in English characters and they could transfer my salary.
I changed jobs again this year and my new company is demanding I give them my bank info in katakana. I explained that the transfer needs to be with my name in English but they’re insisting I need the katakana. My husband called Mizuho and of course wouldn’t give them any information because I need to be on the phone or go to the branch myself.
Based on previous experience I’m certain that even if I get the katakana direct from the paperwork or the bank they won’t be able to transfer my salary.
Has anyone encountered this issue before? Do I need to change my name to katakana at the bank? Or make a new bank account ( I really don’t want to do that…). I have a Shinsei bank account too but it’s also in English characters, so I doubt they would want that either.
I really don’t understand why my previous 3 companies could transfer without katakana but this company is saying different. Any ideas?

I bought and returned a St. Croix Victory, 7’1” Medium, Fast Action that I swear could have hauled in a Tuna. Didn’t think twice and bought a St. Croix Bass-X, 6’10” Medium Light Extra Fast. This one the tip feels like it’s Light Power and the other 6’ feel like a broomstick compared. Very weird rod. Getting returned tomorrow.
I like the action of the cheap Wal-Mart rods better but the UglyStiks are darn heavy and I also use braid so I was looking for decent guides.
Anybody know of a good “Soft” Medium or a “Beefy” Medium Light?
I have other 6’6” rods that are fine. I feel like 7’ is hard to get right apparently. I want more length because I’m starting to fish from the bank more often

Good morning to all, I’m a Y2 Business student (have had about 5-6 different internship experiences) and I’ve had friends recently who asked me for tips on applying to internships. Truth be told, the period now is a little late to apply for summer, but you may still try. Do take note to apply at least 4 months in advance in future. For finance students, your cycles might open even one year prior especially for Investment Bankings.
Without further ado, here’s some tips I can share with all of you (I had quite a few offers for summer):
Resume stage: 1. Keep an excel sheet and list down companies in 3 different categories. Easy, intermediate, hard. You increase your chances of a company getting back to you if you do it this way instead of applying to all the competitive companies (especially of you have 0/minimal experiences). This can range from applying to startups to MNCs.

1. Put in all your relevant experiences. If you find that your resume is empty, PLEASE do not increase your line spacing, its obvious when you’re trying to do that to compensate and to just “fill in the gap”. Instead, you may list down your involvements in school i.e. projects, competitions. Many of my friends did not include in competitions they did not win in, but I recommend to still put it in if you have space. That way, employers know you at least try to participate. If you don’t include, they don’t know you so they’ll assume you never take part in such things.
   
2. Keep your resume to a one pager. Most HR won’t even glance through / beyond 1 page. Highlight your key achievements. Anything 5 years and older you may remove :)
   
3. Connect connect connect. LinkedIn is one of the best ways to leverage on getting to know a company culture / speak to the direct managers in the teams you’re keen to work with. Make use of that if you can. Ask questions.
   
4. Consider projects, competitions and CCAs. If you have zero job experience, being a member of a relevant CCA is better than having nothing on your resume. If you’re keen to enter the finance industry, maybe taking part in competitions and being in NUS Investment Club helps.
   
5. Do NOT use Canva for resumes. Most companies especially large MNCs use ATS systems. If your resume is fanciful, the system cannot detect your resume and you’ll be out right away.
   
6. Use multiple platforms. Don’t just stick to TalentConnect and LinkedIn. Exhaust all career sites. Some companies only have listings on their own career portals. Look into those.
   
7. Be realistic. Some sectors right now might not be doing extremely well i.e. tech. Apply to the industries you believe are / may not be as affected - FMCG is one of them. However, the barrier to enter FMCG is also a bit harder if you have no experiences. Different industries look at different amount of experiences.
   
8. Cold emailing. Sometimes this works, sometimes it doesn’t. Especially for smaller companies, this would work way better compared to an MNC. If you’re keen to join a company, try dropping them an email and find the email on the company site.
   
9. Research. Even if you’re desperate, make sure to research properly on the different roles / companies before you apply. Its better to be safe than sorry as many MLM companies are targeting students nowadays.
   
10. Speak to seniors. They would know best how to enter specific fields / industries. Get their advice, the do’s and don’ts.
    

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Interview stage: If you’ve gotten to this stage, congrats! Now all you have to do is practice.

1. If you haven’t done so already: RESEARCH. Know the company inside out so that you can tweak whatever you want to say to show you are a good fit in the company.
   
2. Prepare questions. Do not LEAVE an interview without asking questions. It shows that you have interest in the company enough to ask. Some examples: i.e. Tell me about the day to day of someone in [X role] in this company. OR How will you measure the success of the person in this position etc.
   
3. Practice. Instead of memorising an actual script, have a few key points in your mind and pretend that you’re having an actual conversation with your friends about something you really care about. If you care about marketing, talk about how you first dived into that industry. Stand out from people.
   

*note: for finance students, please take note that financial advisory roles are NOT relevant to actual finance. Banks also take in Penultimate students all the time, so if you are in Y1-Y2, it might be a bit harder to enter banks, especially IB.
*note: different companies have different stages. Some companies have tests, some companies have gamified stages, virtual interviews, but this thread is more meant for general internship advice.
For those who have other tips, feel free to share in this thread :)
P.S. Currently a Marketing student interning at Unilever now — if you have any questions, you may also PM me :)