Gaston county jail inmate search

I woke up the other morning pretty pissed. A letter about code enforcement from the county bitching about my yard. The land has grown steep in parts, and i my attempt to mitigate damage done by previous owners, I ended up with a mound of debris that likes to grow weeds as well. I called them. Take down the weeds, they say, they will work on me with the debris.
I cannot seem to keep a string trimmer. I am less affluent than my neighbors and can only seem to afford weaker electric ones, and their batteries or really any part of them dies within the year. So, I decided to look into unconventional methods, and found how I might to take up scything.
I did a lot of research, and romanticized the idea of restoring a 100 year old American scythe like the men doing so on youtube. I immediately, late at night, searched up anybody selling some locally on FB marketplace. A man was selling two, for very cheap, very nearby. I messaged him and worked out the purchase. I fell asleep thinking of restoring the old instrument. I felt calm.
In my dream, I was bowing before three figures. One, a female, who was peeling a fruit that looked like a honeycomb full with red droplets of blood. One, a naked male with what looked like a viking helmet and a long, golden horn in one hand. The last figure I could not make out, just a scuffy, charcoal-like image on the edge of a shadow. I wept when I saw the second figure, begging him to interject on my behalf. I seemed to have entered the dream mid-conversation.
The two other figures looked to him, the woman looking on me with an almost doting expression of pity. The shadowy figure seemed to be whispering to them both in a language I did not know. Both the helmeted man and the woman nodded to it. The woman looked on me with a charitable sort of smile.
"You will have to give some token of your appreciation later." she says. Then there is a conversation I still do not remember. And I wake up. I forget the dream.
I am 34. I have several children. My two older kids want to go get the scythes with me. We hop in the car, and I drive around, getting tools to use in the restoration.
The man lives in a remote part of the next county over. It takes a while to find his house. He is waiting in his driveway. When I pull up, I immediately start feeling dread. I can't figure out why. He seems like a nice guy. Yet I feel something is off. I do some meditative breathing and calm down. I get out.
He tells me where he got them, and we talk a little. As soon as I pick up and hold one, I feel a brief moment of shock. Like in my legs and arms. I insist on ignoring the stupid feelings. I dismiss it as me being reclusive and not feeling social today. After putting the scythes in the hatch of the van, I come around to the driver side and stop dead.
The man is standing there with a piece of paper in his hand. It's a "million dollar question" he says. It's some kind of religious pamphlet on a fake million dollar bill. The man talks for a moment about death, about how we aren't going to be here forever, about how Jesus Christ is the only thing that will keep our souls from going to hell.
The whole thing redoubles the dread I feel. I am very polite and talk my way back into my car, feeling the dread mount more and more as I drive.
We stop at a light after an onramp. I am coming off an interstate turning left onto an intersecting highway. I try to breathe, feel very sick. While the light is red I for some reason decide to turn on some music, maybe it will calm me down. I get the urge to fiddle with spotify on my radio screen. I hear a loud beep. The light is green. I hesitate only a split second and then I start going.
Suddenly, a vehicle goes screaming in front of me. A red and white pickup truck. Has to be going 55 if not 65. It's a blur basically, even if I do make some of it out. I screech to a halt and then once the truck clears, complete my turn and immediately pull into the nearest parking lot, which turns out to be a bank.
My kids didn't even notice. Nobody seems to have appreciated but me how close we were to serious trouble.
As background. "Skeeters" in pickup trucks are a real pain here. They drive like dickheads, they are stereotypical as hell, and often I find that they instigate road trouble a lot. I don't know what it is about this area, but the "muh trukk" people seem to be way more prevalent than anywhere else.
Of course my reaction is rage. I wish I could have found this idiot who ran a red light and almost killed me and my kids. We were feet from a rather brutal collision.
I am exhausted by the time I get home. I disassemble the scythes and put the metal parts in a rust solution. I think about taking a nap and that is when the dream comes back to me. I remember the figures. And in my waking mind, I have theories on who they are. I do read a lot of old greek poetry and philosophy, so it could just be a coincidence.
However. If three greek gods were indeed discussing my fate in a dream, and one decided to intervene on my behalf, thanks a lot. I will find some "token of appreciation" to give.

The charge is a check fraud charge and it is a six month sentence. My daughter she seems to be handling it fine. I told her right away about it and she reacted pretty calmly. I told her mom did the wrong thing and is rightfully serving her punishment. They have a good relationship. The main problem I have is she will see her mom in a jail jumpsuit and see guards and other inmates that could be intimidating. Is that ok for a 15 year old to see? Actually my daughter does not seem scared but instead seems excited and enthusiastic to visit. This is strange to me. Do you find this normal? My daughter seems to find the idea of her mom having to wearing a uniform, sharing a room funny. I wonder why she would think it is funny. My wife says bring her if she would like to and my daughter says she would like to but I don’t know if it is a good idea. She hasn’t gone yet so we can still discuss it together

Hello all, a little back story. 5 years ago I worked for a Sheriff’s Office in the jail and got my X26 Taser certification and rode the lightning. Thinking back on it, I would rather be shot with a 12 gauge than ride the lightning again due to pre-existing childhood trauma of being electrocuted. I shocked myself via an electrical outlet when I was 7 or 8. Was close to being struck by lightning on another occasion that caused my hair to stand up.
I am about to be hired with a different Sheriff’s Office soon to be a Detention Deputy. I inquired in my formal interview about their taser policy. They said that Axon does in house training and that I would likely have to get tased again and recertified. I do not look forward to that shit, even for it to be only 5 seconds.
On Axon’s website, it says exposure was absolutely voluntary. I have already been exposed to it and I still remember how bad it sucked, knowing if I use force on inmate, I can use discernment on how to effectively deploy the tool. According to a few certified friends, there is nothing GPSTC/Georgia Law that says you must be tased to carry a taser in LE. A friend that is POST certified said that I should refuse the exposure and take the flak for it from your colleagues since I have already been exposed. The agency I was tased at held my taser exposure video hostage as a negotiation chip to retain officers. My friend also told me to go request a FOIA and to get the video and any documents with my name on it and present the exposure video as proof. All it was a five second video of me trying to get up (we were told to try and get up while under the effect of the taser) and me yelling the “FUUUUCCCCCCCKKK” for the full 5 seconds.
I am unsure of my SO’s policy since I am not officially hired yet. All they have done so far was interview me, completed background packet and gave me a personal history statement that I am turning in tomorrow.
Any advice would be great.

About 2 weeks ago I wrecked my pickup on a county road. The weather conditions were horrible, it was storming and pitch black outside-i hit a pothole and hydroplaned. There were two other passengers in my truck (both underage) and one was injured, however we are all okay and getting through it. Im going to live with this mistake for the rest of my life and I’m just wondering, what should I expect? Is there any possible chance I could get an interlock device? Or is it most likely just going to be license suspension? I was only cited with a DUI- not an MIP or reckless driving. My BAC was .12. I do have an attorney, but not a set court date. My attorney said the possibility of me seeing jail time is low-but I’m curious, has anyone ever been in a similar situation? I live in Oregon.

CLAYTON COUNTY, Ga. - An Alabama middle school assistant principal sat before a judge in handcuffs on Thursday for a hearing connected to a decade-old triple murder in Clayton County.
Keante Harris, 45, was arrested and charged with three counts of malice murder last week.
On Jan. 13, 2013, three people were found in a silver 2010 Dodge Charger abandoned along Interstate 85 at an exit ramp in Union City.
The Fulton County Medical Examiner’s Office says 33-year-old Quinones King and 43-year-old Rodney Cottrell were found dead from asphyxiation in the back seat, and 32-year-old Cheryl Colquitt-Thompson was found dead in the trunk from strangulation.
Investigators determined the three victims were lured to a home on Magnolia Drive in Jonesboro where they were held at gunpoint. The trio was tortured and killed, investigators say. They were later put into the vehicle and taken to Fulton County, where the vehicle was dumped.
The case remained a mystery for more than a decade until Clayton County police issued warrants for the arrest of Keante Harris and three others, identified as Kenneth Thompson, Kevin Harris and Darrell Harris. It is unclear whether the three Harrises are related.
WBMA-TV reported that Keonte Harris is an assistant principal at McAdory Middle School in Jefferson County, Alabama. The school district said he was placed on administrative leave following his arrest.
"At this time we still are gathering facts about the specifics of this situation," a spokesperson for the school district said. "However, early indications are that the charges are not related to this individual’s employment with Jefferson County Schools."
Keonte Harris is expected to be extradited to Georgia between Friday and May 28.
As of Friday morning, he remains listed as an inmate at the Jefferson County Jail.
Kenneth Thompson, Keante Harris, Kevin Harris and Darrell Harris (Clayton County Sheriff's Office)
FOX 5's Deidra Dukes spoke to King's mother by phone. Thompson was her granddaughter. Colquitt said she never gave up hope the killers would be brought to justice.
"It was hard. Can you imagine me sitting up half of the night, crying. I couldn't understand how someone could take my children, my granddaughter, my son’s life," Colquitt said.
Colquitt said she is grateful to Clayton County police investigators for their tireless efforts.
"I just want to thank the lord, and thank them, for working hard after hours, over the hours to make this happen for our family."

The charge is a check fraud charge and it is a six month sentence. My daughter she seems to be handling it fine. I told her right away about it and she reacted pretty calmly. I told her mom did the wrong thing and is rightfully serving her punishment. They have a good relationship. The main problem I have is she will see her mom in a jail jumpsuit and see guards and other inmates that could be intimidating. Is that ok for a 15 year old to see?

Welcome back once more, for our final discussion of Armadale. I apologize again for the discussion being late. Last week, my excuse was that I had to spend time with my sister's family, including a labradoodle. This week, I am dog-sitting my mother's beagle, who has separation anxiety and gas. I am horribly sleep-deprived because this dog insists on sleeping next to my bed every night, snoring loudly and farting. Speaking of people breathing in poison in their sleep, let's get to the recap:
Allan has just set off for the Adriatic, with his cash converted to gold, obviously the result of Manuel's suggestions. Lydia and Ozias have been transferred to Turin by Ozias's employer, and Lydia pretends to have gotten a letter from her mother, asking her to come home, so she has an excuse to go back to London. Once there, she checks the newspaper for any articles or obituaries indicating that Allan has died. She also finds Mother Oldershaw's new address, but decides not to visit her.
After a few days, she finally gets the news she's been hoping for. Allan's yacht sunk off the southern coast of Italy, and everyone on board perished. Her next step is to write to Bashwood:
My dearest Bashwood,
I desire you... I mean, I desire to *meet with you... to apologize for my previous behavior towards you. I have foolishly made the mistake of marrying an immature child. If only I had married a real man (realness not necessarily extending to his teeth and hair)!*
Please, do not show this letter to anyone. Let us meet clandestinely.
Sincerely,
Lydia Armadale (note the last name)
Lydia then considers the marriage certificate, and realizes a glaring flaw in her plan: Ozias's handwriting looks nothing like Allan's. In a panic, she decides that her only option is to get advice from Mother Oldershaw. Unfortunately, Mother Oldershaw appears to have found God, and no longer wants anything to do with Lydia's plans. (Of course, she refuses to give Lydia the signed paper that she was going to use to extort money from Lydia if her plans succeeded.)
While leaving Oldershaw's, Lydia runs into Dr. Downward... excuse me, Dr. Le Doux, totally legitimate sanitarium owner. She realizes that he may be able to advise her, and asks to meet him later at the sanitarium. The sanitarium is basically what you'd expect a 19th-century sanitarium to be: creepy old house with shelves containing jars of preserved "creatures," a "galvanic apparatus" for providing electric shocks, etc. No patients yet, though.
Lydia tells the doctor her story, leaving out the worst details (he doesn't know that she's the reason the yacht sunk, or that her husband goes by the fake name "Ozias Midwinter"). Downward agrees to assist her by claiming to be a witness to the marriage... for a fee of six hundred pounds. Lydia agrees, and he assists her in sending a letter to Thorpe Ambrose, claiming to be Allan's widow.
The next day, Lydia gets a visit from Bashwood, who delivers the news that Neelie is beside herself with grief, and Mr. Darch is handling the matter of the inheritance, which was going to go to Allan's cousin, before Lydia announced her claim.
Bashwood returns a few days later with a shocking letter from Yugoslavia: Allan is alive! This is where I'd normally try to write a funny version of the letter, but nothing I could possibly write would be funnier than the actual letter's opening line: "I have been the victim of a rascally attempt at robbery and murder." Yes, "rascally." Oh, Allan, never change. One of the would-be murderers took pity on Allan and didn't securely board up his cabin, so he was able to escape instead of sinking with the yacht.
Lydia turns to Downward for help.
Downward: What if we trap Allan in the sanitarium?
Lydia: And murder him?
Downward: WTF, no. We get him to agree to not press legal charges against us.
Lydia: And then we murder him?
Downward: I have so many regrets about teaming up with you
Lydia: How do we catch him?
Downward: You could get Bashwood to lurk around the train station and intercept him before anyone else sees him. Have him tell Allan that Miss Milroy was sent here because she was driven insane by her grief for him.
Lydia: Can we murder Allan and Miss Milroy?
Downward: I am running an unlicensed sanitarium under a false name, and even I think you're unhinged.
Lydia: Gwilty as charged
Downward: But wait, what if he doesn't agree immediately, and we have to keep him here for months? What if I have actual patients at the time, and they report us?
Lydia: What if...
Downward: ...please don't say "murder"
Lydia: ...what if he had an accident?
Downward: Oh. Well, if it was an "accident," that would be okay. I don't know how an accident could happen, though, if you aren't an inmate here.
Lydia: I'll think about it
Meanwhile, Bashwood keeps vigil at the train station, until one day he sees... Ozias, who is searching for Lydia because she's stopped writing to him. While they talk to each other, Bashwood can't contain his shock at hearing that Lydia is Ozias's wife, and accidentally calls her "Mrs. Armadale," which understandably makes Ozias suspicious, so he follows Bashwood to see where he goes, which of course leads him straight to Lydia. Lydia pretends she was never married to Ozias, and Ozias faints from the shock.
Lydia heads straight to the sanitarium, tells Downward she's going to be an inmate, and asks for a sleeping draught. Downward prepares the draught, but first places yellow liquid in a purple flask. He then informs Lydia of what he thinks they should say at the inquest after Allan dies: The two of them knew he hadn't drowned, but when he arrived in England, they decided to trap him in the sanitarium because, shortly after his marriage to Lydia, Allan had starting having a delusion that he was engaged to Neelie. Once in the sanitarium, Downward diagnosed Allan with an incurable and fatal brain ailment, and that's what killed him.
Downward has scheduled a "Visitors' Day" so that people will witness Lydia as an inmate in the asylum. The visitors are mostly women, because life as a woman in Victorian England was so boring, they had nothing better to do than go to sanitariums to gawk at the mentally ill people and see where they will eventually live when the hysteria finally drives them mad. (I am only barely paraphrasing. The actual quote is "In the miserable monotony of the lives led by a large section of the middle classes of England, anything is welcome to the women which offers them any sort of harmless refuge from the established tyranny of the principle that all human happiness begins and ends at home.")
Downward shows them around the sanitarium and explains how it will be run, including only allowing novels that make people feel comfortable. (I assumed this was an intentional satire of Wilkie's critics, and the notes in the Oxford World's Classics edition confirmed this.)
But then Downward gave a sales pitch that damn near sold me on his sanitarium. "I throw up impregnable moral intrenchments between Worry and You. ... Will ten minutes’ irritation from a barking dog or a screeching child undo every atom of good done to a nervous sufferer by a month’s medical treatment? There isn’t a competent doctor in England who will venture to deny it!" Considering I almost couldn't post last week's discussion because of a few hours' exposure to two loud children and a labradoodle, I'm about ready to self-diagnose with hysteria and deranged lunacy.
He also explains that while the bedrooms lack fireplaces, they're heated with hot water. This impressed me because I've read about Victorian insane asylums not having fireplaces in the bedrooms (since the inmates might burn themselves), but I always assumed this meant that the inmates were cold in the winter. But wait... the bedroom also has secret controls that let him open, close, and lock the window and door from the outside, and a vent that lets him pump gas into the room. Whaaat? I rescind my diagnosis of hysteria and deranged lunacy. I want nothing to do with this.
After the tour is finished, Downward demonstrates to Lydia how to prepare the poison, and then breaks the bottle so that his assistant (who doesn't know about the purple flask) will think there's no more of that chemical in the house.
Meanwhile, Ozias is stalking Bashwood at the train station. He thinks Lydia is cheating on him, and Bashwood is waiting for Lydia's lover. But then he sees Bashwood with Allan. After confronting the two of them, he learns Bashwood's story about having to take Allan to Neelie in the sanitarium. Realizing that Lydia is probably still behind Bashwood's actions, Ozias insists on going with the two of them. On arriving at the sanitarium, Allan is informed that Neelie cannot see him until the morning, but he and Ozias are welcome to spend the night: Allan in Room Four, and Ozias in Room Three.
Lydia sets Bashwood up to spy on Allan's door from a room with a grate in its door. She tells him to make sure Allan stays in his room all night. Later, watching from the grate, Bashwood observes Ozias leave his room and examine the fumigating apparatus connected to Allan's room. Then Ozias stuffs his handkerchief in the grate, blocking Bashwood's view, before going into Allan's room and convincing Allan to switch rooms with him.
Later that night, Lydia returns and asks Bashwood if anything happened. Too afraid to tell her about the handkerchief, he tells her nothing happened, and she dismisses him to bed. After almost convincing herself to not go through with it, she then starts the process of pouring the poison at five minute intervals. While waiting for one of the intervals to pass, she notices Ozias's handkerchief and realizes that Bashwood lied to her. She checks in Room Three, and finds Allan asleep where Ozias should be.
In a panic, Lydia rushes into Room Four and drags the unconscious Ozias out. She then continues to pour the poison, writes a last letter to Ozias, and locks herself in the room.
We end with an epilogue that rapidly ties up all the random loose ends. Lydia has been buried in a nearly unmarked grave. The doctor is apparently still running his sanitarium. Allan and Neelie will be married in the spring. Mrs. Milroy doesn't have much longer to live, but she's undergone a personality change for some reason and she and the Major are happy for once. Ozias is recovering and living with Allan. Mother Oldershaw is a religious speaker, apparently. Bashwood has gone insane. Manuel drowned.
But wait, one last thing: Wilkie has something to say to us. He wants us to know that he intended the dream to be left up to interpretation. Thanks for handing me a discussion question like that, Wilkie. He also shares a weird-ass story about how, after he'd finished the rough draft and while the story was in the middle of serialization, several people were poisoned in their sleep on a boat called The Armadale. Okay, Wilkie. Thank you for that incredibly weird anecdote.

As per title, I been working at local county jail for about 3 months and I don’t think the job is for me. I went through FTO, but not academy yet.
I feel very unsafe around inmates, I have no idea how to effectively communicate with people that either have nothing to lose or just do not care. I’m constantly in stress looking over my shoulder, constantly being on edge at work really fucks with my mental health. Doesn’t help that I’m still on probation and feel like I gotta be perfect.
Additionally I never imagined that I will be room service for criminals while doing this job.
I don’t want to quit because I feel that it will be a bad look for future employers but I honestly do not know how to proceed.

I'm not sure if this is truly allowed but here it goes! My roommate and I are 2 professionals (M) in our early 30s, and sadly our lease is up June 30th; the homeowner is finally selling. We're in Morris County, the North Jersey area, and find housing expensive as hell despite having well-paying jobs.
We have a third roommate who's not the best and thankfully going their own separate way, but we'd still like to remain 3 as it's the sweet spot in nicer housing options at better price points while also being nicely 'social.'
A bit about us.. we've known each other ~7 years now and work for the same company, a local fortune 5. Have active social lives, play videogames, hobbies and hang out a bit, but we also enjoy having alone /quiet time. We'd like to think we get along with everyone! We have no preference for demographic, girls can apply too if you're up for dealing with two guys. We just want maturity and a sense of humor really.
Again, not sure if this is against the rules, but if anyone is in a similar situation and would consider the gamble of being roommates with us, I'm happy to partner up with you on the housing search! Feel free to stalk my post history and message me if you're looking too!

First of all, wow. This game really exceeded my expectations. This is the first mother game I've finished and I'm so glad it is(played mother 3 until chapter 4 but never finished).
The game was really wholesome and has it's own charm. Considering it is a nes rpg game, it was pretty good and I'd give it a solid 7/10.
So you might know that mother 1 is known for being a hardcore old-school rpg with too much encounter, grinding and xp walls. But thanks to 1+2 version's translation, there's a "Easy Ring" that makes the game more balanced and more enjoyable. But still, you get plenty of encounters. If you're going to play mother 1, I recommend playing the 1+2 translation with easy ring.
Now about the story, it could've been a little better in my opinion. The characters barely talk and the pacing of the story isn't perfect. The concept being aliens kidnapping some adults to force growing Giygas up is really interesting to me but we get so little things about this story.
About the gameplay, it's pretty similar to Earthbound but a bit more old-school. I liked that you collect melodies throughout the game and use them to fight Giygas. The last fight was just too good...
The game doesn't always tells you to where to go next and expects you to search the entire map and interact with things while getting all those encounters so I had to use a route guide while playing.
I also want to mention that there are really funny interactions with the NPCs and I really enjoyed them. Especially the part where a lady at the bar offered you some beer and if you agree to take it, a police arrives and arrests you for drinking underaged. When you get out of the jail he asks you if you regret what you did and if you say no, you spent another one day in jail haha.
Not gonna lie this review feels really dull but there aren't many things to say about this game, it's just a generic nes rpg that focuses on the combat and exploring rather than story. But still, I really recommend this game and it's worth giving it a try. Please tell me your thoughts about this game if you have played it before!
No crying until the end.
Earthbound is next! :D

I just received a call from 720-913-3642, with the caller ID showing "Denver County Jail." The caller claimed I had a 'federal warrant' for failing to appear for a federal grand jury summons. Initially, I was suspicious, but it started to seem more real until they said I needed to go to Walmart.
I asked a few more questions, and the caller threatened to send an officer to arrest me. When I asked if I could record the call, they hung up. I immediately called the number back, and a nice lady confirmed it was a scam.
Please be aware!! I am not easily fooled, and I didn't fall for it this time, but it came pretty close.

Seasonal TA… never again, the amount of issues, discussions, treatment… never ending questions of lazy customers it’s abominable.
From Upper management not holding their part of the bargain to customers accusing me of “incriminating them”, what’s wrong with this company?
Got hired on the spot, they tell me “you’ll be part time with x minimum hours” next week they bump the pay 1 dollar to everyone on minimum wage and… the first week was the last week i saw a +30 hour week on my schedule (just moved to USA so i don’t have a car, i needed a job fast and ubering +20 mins from work to home and backwards)
Clients that don’t stop to think or search, just ask without even saying hello and God forbid if you are new and don’t know where stuff is, gonna get chewed like if you had to know how much time Sam Walton went to take a sh*t in his lifetime. Remember this particular 2, one accused me of incriminating him because i asked for his bday (he was pretty old so there was no point in taking the ID it) saying that i wanted to put a wrong date so he go to jail (a single bottle of wine mind you)… sir what do i gain from it? Money? Time? Neither so stfu. Other lady had a pretty pronounced accent and i barely could understand her, so i always said i don’t know where the stuff is… always laughed at me. Oh on this one i had to cover in Electronics because there was just 1 person scheduled in that zone… for like 3 days.
Gist of it was when management started cutting hours, on an area that needed so much daily work as mine with so few employees for the areas we cover, got me taking insta-payments from future checks n shit.
So yea, never again. “I’ll miss the people but not the job”.

Hello!
Yall can call me M, I am the team lead for 14251 Capital Robotics located in Central Vermont. Our team has been competing since 2017 however we just lost our coach this past season and are currently in the hiring process for a new coach.
While waiting to hear back from the candidate, our team would like to know what we should inform this new coach about when it comes to FIRST? We know that they will have to be introduced to the dashboard and probably informed on how competition season rolls, but we are unsure what else to do.
Another thing we are currently struggling with is our outreach and fundraising. We have tried hosting many events, inviting teams all across the state to attend them, but to no avail. (Good thing to note, it is very difficult to reach the more rural teams in VT as some aren't registered on some of the outreach sites that FIV has in place) We have even tried getting smaller events within our community as we want a stronger outreach dynamic for our county, but it seems to be proving very difficult to set them up. It is really hard for central VT teams to get a lot of outreach compared to some other teams, so we are looking for ideas to increase the types of outreach that we can do over off-season and going into next season.
With fundraising, it is slightly similar to outreach but it mainly revolves around how do we find sponsors. We only have one person (on a team of 4) that is willing to search and apply for sponsors and grants, but we don't quite know where to look for them as there aren't too many that we qualify for (to our knowledge) We recycle most of our parts every year, so having a lot of sponsors or grants isn't really needed, we just need enough to cover registration and getting a driver station (as Motorola phones are apparently being banned.)
Anything realistically helps information wise, apologies if I jumped around a bit.

Panic attacks are like being on a rollercoaster ride at the point when the rollercoaster is dropping from its highest point and rushing into its fastest speed. The fall is (seemingly) endless. Unlike at amusement parks where there’s laughter and screams of excitement, panic attacks are filled with dread, terror and (sometimes) screams of desperation. Panic mania is not fun. I hope that one day I can get off the ride of terror once and for all.
Close to an hour ago, I experienced another one of these horrid attacks. Sometimes, I think I experience them for hours and days at a time. Like little earth tremors that are constant over a period of time before the massive earthquake begins, the panic attacks that I so frequently suffer from torment me until they force me to the brink of utter insanity! I feel like I’m dying. I feel like my mind is collapsing in on my soul and suffocating the breath out of my body. I feel like alarms are going off inside of me and I need to run away but I’m physically trapped. (I’m physically trapped inside my chaotic mental state.) I feel like screaming but the scream is on mute. My shrieks are confined to a controlled room in my mind, made up of walls padded with a thick and dense silence.
The havoc that these panic attacks wreak on me is completely overwhelming! I sob, weep and whimper as they sap my energy, absorbing any power I have to resist them.
I’ve been suffering from and wrestling with severe panic attacks for about eight (8) years now. A part of me would say that it hasn’t gotten any easier over the years but another part of me must confess that, that’s not entirely true. The breathing exercises don’t work. The positive affirmations spoken out loud don’t work. Listening to calming music doesn’t work. Walking doesn’t work. Intentionally utilizing the five (5) senses barely work. Nothing seemed to work.
Tonight, as I burst into tears provoked by the onset of another panic attack, I searched within myself for a way of escape. Telling myself — again — that everything is okay didn’t help. Telling myself that I’m safe and that I’m not going to die didn’t help either. But, to my relief, something new came to mind — give a personal report on what’s going on in my life right now. So, I spoke aloud many of the current truths about my (present) life. (I’m sober now. I’m not homeless anymore. I have an entire house that is mine. My vehicle is paid off and I have the title to it. I’m in college. I have a 4.0 GPA. I’m working on building my business. I have a reliable source of income to pay all of my bills and finance my business.) Suddenly, I began to experience a sense of…PEACE!
Before I really knew it, I had a joy so deep inside of me that I began to sing. And, the more I sung, I started to clap my hands and smile with happiness. What I now realize is that none of the other methods worked because they were the wrong suggestions for the type of panic attacks I’m currently battling against. I was afraid and anxious and worried and desperate because I’m still in fight and survival mode from a past life that doesn’t even exist anymore! In my mind, I’m still living in defense mode as though I’m still battling drugs and alcohol. Or as though I’m still sleeping on the streets of San Bernardino and L.A. county, California. I’m still living in defense mode as though I’m still in an abusive, toxic marriage. Or as though all the things that happened to me as a child are still happening to me now. Telling myself that I’m okay, that everything is okay, that I’m safe and that I’m going to make it wasn’t enough to help me come out of the panic attack. Because I needed to know WHY these things were true. I am okay, everything is okay, I am safe and I’m going to make it BECAUSE I’m sober, I’m not homeless anymore, I have an entire house that’s mine, my vehicle is paid off and the title is in my name, I’m in college, I have a 4.0 GPA, I’m working on building my business and I have a reliable source of income to pay all of my bills and finance my business. I have a new life; a second chance at life. All along, what I needed was this validation of self. I needed to hear that I’m not wasting my life away and that I am a productive member of society. I needed to hear, in a descriptive way, that I am doing good now and that I do have value. Although knowing all of this isn’t a promise to me that I won’t ever have to experience another panic mania episode, it’s a starting point to a better quality of mental health and self-acceptance.
Can anyone relate?

(Ohio) So a police officer contacted my mother the other day asking to speak to me saying that a warrant has been issued for a DUI that happened in 2013. I called the officer and spoke with her and she said I'm not arresting you on this because this should be a dead warrant. So I called the courthouse in the county it allegedly happened in and the secretary said that basically the paperwork had got lost for 11 years and they had just found it and that the only way for me to clear it up was turn myself into the jail and go in front of the judge. She also said that I had an original court date in 2011 and failed to appear for it. I don't ever recall having a DUI in 2011, with that said I also suffered a pretty bad TBI in 2021 so I guess its possible I could've forgot and maybe I did but I'm pretty sure I didn't. How is any of this legal for them to wait 11 years to try and prosecute this and what should I do now?

About a year ago I made this post about wanting to replace my current handhelds with a new one that could pull everything 8/16bit, Sega Saturn (actually important to me), PSP and now, (3)DS and ScummVM.
Since then, I have begun going on multi-day work-trips and all I can realistically take with me (in addition to work stuff) is one handheld that will fit in the front pocket of a typical carry-on backpack (ideal length of about 20cm, for sure no more than 25cm).
Up to this point I've been using my jail-broken PS Vita. I also own a "New 3DS XL" but it's more cumbersome/top-heavy and also harder to carry two devices just for the sake of dual-screen goodness.
I've obviously been looking into the AyaNeo Pocket S and the Ayn Odin 2/2 Mini, which on paper fit the bill to a "T" (especially the Mini) BUT, after going for the "mid-tier" spec, the one all manufacturers obviously steer users to, we are in the 400€ range plus shipping and VAT, and for that amount of money we are in Steam Deck and ROG Ally territory, which can do a whole lot more than that (not being bound by Android's limitations).
I searched for the Loki Zero but it is nowhere to be found, I guess Ayn discontinued it.
Are there any other smaller-factor x86 options currently available for purchase in the EU that you'd recommend?
Should I continue playing "the waiting game" for another cheapesmallebetter-battery-life option down the line, maybe a Snapdragon-based Windows-on-ARM option that will undoubtedly come in the next couple of years or so...