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2024.05.19 19:20 Spiritual_Trash2740 AITA for not taking more "responsibility" for a party I threw?
To just start from the beginning, in about mid-December I (F18) threw a party to kick off winter break. My mom was working a 16-hour shift and I thought it would be fun plus I did…do it before without getting in trouble lol. But this time I had to watch my little sister (F14)… she’s not really an issue, she’s just can be extremely socially awkward sometimes. So to solve this issue I arranged her with one of my male friends, who thought that my sister was cute.
So when the party starts, I’m drinking and smoking a bit. So I’m really buzzed at this point but my guy friend eventually shows up with his friends, I put him and my sister together and I thought it was going okay. But my sister kept sticking to my hip. I was getting super annoyed at this point, so I decided to hide from her in the bathroom for a bit and I guess she got tired of looking for me and went to her room. When I came back out of the bathroom, I heard her coming back downstairs. So I just ran out of the house at this point and just got into someone’s car and we went to go eat. I came back to the house and It got way more full and I didn’t see my sister so I just assumed she locked herself in her room for the rest of the night.
Fast forward to like 3 hours later, my mom comes home early because my neighbor called and told her about the party at my house. So she’s yelling at me and kicking everyone out. She then went to check on my sister and the next thing I heard was my mom screaming to call 911 and that my sister wasn’t responsive. The ambulance and cops came, my mom and sister went to the hospital and the cops made me come to the police station with them. I honestly thought my sister overdosed. I was interrogated for 6 hours, which was the police hounding me about all the guests at the party. Eventually, they told me after getting all the information they needed from me they told me my little sister was going to be fine, but she was brutally SAd by 4 guys who attended the party and that they would have to charge me for child endangerment.
Since I did catch a charge, my mom has been having this animosity towards me since…in so many ways I feel like she blames me for what happened and it’s really not fair to me because I could never predict that would happen to my little sister. I just feel very scapegoated by my mom and my sister is not even mad at me nor places any blame on me. She is honestly fine these days and I overheard her talking to a boy the other day. My mom didn’t even try to care about my prom yesterday and that really hit me hard. Idk i guess I’m trying to see if I’m the AH here I’m having a hard time finding out how I could be. Because What I gathered from why my mom is mad is because of my lack of responsibility for what happened to my sister, when again idk wtf else she wants me to do I literally spent a weekend in jail and I’m now on probation for 3 years, so my college experience is gonna suck. But anyways ATAH?
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So when the party starts, I’m drinking and smoking a bit. So I’m really buzzed at this point but my guy friend eventually shows up with his friends, I put him and my sister together and I thought it was going okay. But my sister kept sticking to my hip. I was getting super annoyed at this point, so I decided to hide from her in the bathroom for a bit and I guess she got tired of looking for me and went to her room. When I came back out of the bathroom, I heard her coming back downstairs. So I just ran out of the house at this point and just got into someone’s car and we went to go eat. I came back to the house and It got way more full and I didn’t see my sister so I just assumed she locked herself in her room for the rest of the night.
Fast forward to like 3 hours later, my mom comes home early because my neighbor called and told her about the party at my house. So she’s yelling at me and kicking everyone out. She then went to check on my sister and the next thing I heard was my mom screaming to call 911 and that my sister wasn’t responsive. The ambulance and cops came, my mom and sister went to the hospital and the cops made me come to the police station with them. I honestly thought my sister overdosed. I was interrogated for 6 hours, which was the police hounding me about all the guests at the party. Eventually, they told me after getting all the information they needed from me they told me my little sister was going to be fine, but she was brutally SAd by 4 guys who attended the party and that they would have to charge me for child endangerment.
Since I did catch a charge, my mom has been having this animosity towards me since…in so many ways I feel like she blames me for what happened and it’s really not fair to me because I could never predict that would happen to my little sister. I just feel very scapegoated by my mom and my sister is not even mad at me nor places any blame on me. She is honestly fine these days and I overheard her talking to a boy the other day. My mom didn’t even try to care about my prom yesterday and that really hit me hard. Idk i guess I’m trying to see if I’m the AH here I’m having a hard time finding out how I could be. Because What I gathered from why my mom is mad is because of my lack of responsibility for what happened to my sister, when again idk wtf else she wants me to do I literally spent a weekend in jail and I’m now on probation for 3 years, so my college experience is gonna suck. But anyways ATAH?
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2024.05.19 19:19 Subject_Actuator1280 Something brightly yellow in the water
The bright yellow terror
‘’Every now and then I would stare at the murky brown water below and see several small glimpses of bright yellow popping up from and then retreating down below the surface in rhythmic fashion. Like a dance routine. Bright deadly yellow. The rotting sweet stench of death still lodged in my nostrils.’’
I had happened upon these diary pages by mistake when I was digging through old boxes in my basement. My wife had insisted, finally, that I sort out and get rid of everything I didn’t need. Now here I was, confronted with a part of my past I had tried to suppress unsuccessfully for so many years. 24 years to be exact. 24 odd years of trying to understand what exactly happened in those days when I was trapped on a rooftop in Phuket during a deadly and disastrous natural catastrophe.
24 odd years of having to dodge around questions of my abject and unwavering fear of the ocean. Well, in truth, I guess being caught in a large tsunami and witnessing immense destructive forces of nature coming directly from the great wide ocean would be a fair excuse, but it was only half the truth. It wasn’t just the waves themselves that had terrified me.
Until now, I thought the water damaged remains of the diary I kept back then was lost. I even hoped it was. I never shared this story with anyone. Partly because the horror was too fresh in my memory back then and I wanted to focus on moving on with my life and by the time I felt my mind was stabilized I had no real interest in returning to that dark part of my past. Partly because the right words always escaped me.
Mostly because I was afraid people would think I was insane. I can no longer contain this, however. I need an outlet. I spend years running from it. But I guess I can’t lie to myself anymore. Someone once told me that writing can be therapeutic. Simply putting your thoughts down on paper, or in our times, more likely in word document, can help you compartmentalize trauma. So, I’m giving it a try. I can’t pretend the events of those days in Phuket didn’t cast a shadow over everything in my life that came after.
I often think of the beach days I missed with my son when he was a boy. Days where I should’ve done dad stuff. Thrown him into the ocean. Watched him laugh his little face of as he braved the waves. Helped him build sandcastles. Gone exploring along the sandy shores in search of beached treasure in the form little rocks and the odd piece of amber. I just couldn’t. Initially I had objected to the idea of him going at all. Naturally, my wife would hear none of that and I realized reluctantly, that my fear and trauma should not rule my son’s life. Instead, my wife would go, and I would always stay home. She understood, to some degree, what I had gone through and where my fear came from.
Only to some degree. My son did not, and I fear he resented my absence on those perfect sunny days, despite my efforts to make up for it with other activities. Both he and my wife certainly noticed how closed off I was about certain parts of my past. Secrets untold, especially those who are grounded in trauma, almost inevitably turns to toxic in our systems. I’m finally ready. I just hope it isn’t too late.
I won’t lie. I’ve always had a vivid imagination although I have never had trouble distinguishing between what is real and what is not. At least until my sense of reality was forever challenged. I know these things happened to me. I know what I saw and what I experienced was real. I just don’t have a truly rational explanation for it. Yet, I swear, there was something in the water that came with that tsunami. Something deeply, deeply unnatural. Something brightly and oddly yellow. I had no other word for it than the bright yellow terror.
I had travelled to Thailand, more precisely Bangkok late December 2000. 19 years old about to turn 20. I was on one of those infamous and increasingly popular self-discovery trips. I had caught the fever. Like so many other young hopeful adventurers at the time I had seen The Beach. I had read into the wild by Jon Krakauer.
I watched Dicaprio walk the sandy shores of paradise and read on in excitement and awe as Christopher McCandles set out to become one with nature and discover himself. Kill the false being within and all that. In simple terms, I thought I’d try and find my own slice of heaven on earth. Expand my horizon. Get to know some new people. Learn something about myself in the process perhaps. I wasn’t exactly fleeing from anything, that wasn’t it. I had a loving although cuddling and overprotective family. Especially my mom would worry about me constantly (and still does).
Yes, I admit it. My parents had paved the way for me at almost every step. Made sure I got into the right schools. Made sure I never needed for money. I guess I got tired of feeling dependent on them. I stopped taking their money and saved up for the trip myself. It was time I stepped up. It was time I threw myself into the world to see what would happen. Hell of a time and place I picked for that.
The following story is based on the surviving pages of the diary I kept during the time and my own memory.
Bangkok 23rd December 2000. 4 days before the tsunami.
‘’My first day in Bangkok. Quite overwhelming but in a nice way. No one here to save me. No one here to tell me what to do. Thailand is hot and humid and there’s something in the air. I think it’s adventure. I think it’s limitless opportunity. I met a monkey in a diaper and got thoroughly beaten and lost 100 bath in a game of connect four by some 10-year-old kid. Got scammed as well though, I will have to wise up and learn the ropes. Avoid the yellow taxis. Go for the Tuk Tuks. Well, lesson learned. I met a guy who told me all kinds of terrifying things about Australia. Robert. I’m meeting him in Phuket a couple of days from now.’’
You could probably imagine the excitement bubbling within me. For the first time on my own. 19 years old. Prime of my life. In a strangely new and exotic city. Possibilities seemed endless. I still remember vividly driving off with the wind in my hair in a tuk-tuk as Bangkok unfolded before me with all its oriental mysticism and surrounding cityscapes. To be fair, I had never even seen an honest to god palm tree before as they simply couldn’t grow in the northern climate I was from.
I got myself stationed in a decent guesthouse around Khaosan Road. Everywhere I looked it seems others had gotten the same idea as me. Backpackers littered the streets and in a strange way, I felt at home amidst this quiet chaos, amidst the crowds of hopefully likeminded explorers, far, far away from home. The humidity was hitting me though, it was something I would have to get used to. It felt like a wet hot invisible blanket. Khaosan Road was perfect for me. A meeting place for young backpackers, with tons of opportunities to plan further travels. I did after all, not plan on staying in Bangkok for too long. It was just a stepping point to other adventures.
It was still early, and the humidity was clammy as hell. I was in the mood to socialize and with no real plans I simply ventured out into the streets of Bangkok, circling around the area where my guesthouse was located. It wasn’t long before the first opportunity presented itself in the form of a taxi driver calling me over. He offered to take me on a tour of the city. Foolish and naïve as I was, I indulged him. I remember how the cab driver lit up a doobie, joint, spliff, devil’s lettuce whatever you want to call it.
You know it as soon as you breathe in the air. Don’t get me wrong, I smoked myself, but letting a clearly high person drive me around the busy Bangkok traffic did not seem like a good idea. I should probably have asked to be let out that very moment, but as the kind of timid, shy type of person I was plus the desire to just go along with whatever happened come what may made me stay. Unsurprisingly I was eventually led to a store, fitted for a suit a didn’t want, and then subsequently charged an obscene amount for the cab ride. I didn’t have the courage to refuse his unreasonable demand. Noteworthy mention. That same night I heard from a fellow traveler that just recently someone had been stabbed in an argument with a cab driver. I didn’t let it get me down or drive me off course, because as you’ve probably gathered by now, I didn’t have a course.
As day turned to night and when the sun’s rays slowly disappeared behind the rooftops of Bangkok, the city itself began to transform. As if a part of it which had laid dormant, hidden away from the light, started to emerge.
Neon lights advertising different bars, people making all kinds of promises of untold pleasures and sensations. Tourists ready to party. All now filled the streets. Some seemed all too aware of what they were looking for, others simply drifted around aimlessly, in search of something unknown, something to spice up their existence. I found a small seemingly cool place called The Hangover. I swear to god, I wish to this day I hadn’t. Maybe then I wouldn’t have set my course for Phuket. In any case, I went in and pushed myself through the crowds of rowdy and loud tourists and up the bar where I ordered a Pina Colada. Please don’t judge me. I just really like coconuts and the song is pretty good as well. Standing at the crowded bar and looking around, hoping something interesting would catch my eye. But most of all, I was hoping someone would just take the first step and come talk to me.
Someone did. His name was Robert, and he was from Australia. A tall skinny and no-nonsense older guy who seemed quite experienced with all things Thailand. He eventually invited me down to his group of friends at the far back end of the bar. Robert spared no time telling me about himself. He had worked all kinds of jobs, in all kinds of places. Most recently he had worked as a guide in Phuket. Among other things he had arranged rock climbing expeditions. I probably forgot to mention, I was big into rock climbing and generally all kinds of outdoor activities back then.
I already had quite the climbing experience despite my young age. As Robert talked about all the places he’d been, he made me feel like the novice I was. That was never his intention though, as I quickly learned. He wasn’t a bragger. He just knew what he was talking about and when he laughed, he did it with his entire face and in a way that made you laugh with him and feel comfortable.
Eventually the conversation naturally gravitated towards Australia. A place I had always wanted to visit. He looked at me for a second, as if to contemplate something. Then told me to watch out for locals trying to play pranks on me. I was naturally interested in hearing more and that’s when he told me about drop bears. Supposedly drop bears are carnivorous versions of Koalas residing in trees to then drop down on unsuspecting victims and viciously attack them. We laughed quite a lot, and I admitted I would probably have believed the stories as I was a fairly naive person and the idea of hostile subspecies of koalas didn’t seem that farfetched to me. It would be typical of past me to get punked around like that. Our conversation then shifted towards Australian wildlife and fauna and the horrors residing within its diverse and complicated eco system. He told me about a plant not uncommonly referred to as the suicide plant. Dendrocnide moroides or more commonly known as stinging tree, stinging bush or gympie gympie apparently has such a nasty and painful sting it made a man commit suicide simply to escape the pain. Another dangerous inhabitant was the box jellyfish he explained.
Their sting was about as deadly as it gets. A single sting to a human will cause necrosis of the skin, excruciating pain and, if the dose of venom is large enough, cardiac arrest and death within minutes. I have always found jellyfish equal parts fascinating and equal parts frightening. Beautiful but deadly creatures. In fact, the ocean, in all its grand wide-reaching glory had always horrified me to some extent. So much unexplored space. Who truly knows what could be lurking down there? Robert quickly assured me, that as long as you take your precaution the likelihood of getting stung by a box jellyfish was rather small. They had signs up warning people against them. Generally, do not ignore these signs. They are there for a good reason.
It was getting late and before we said our goodbyes Robert suggested I meet him in Phuket, more precisely in the Khao Lak area on the 28th as that was the first day he would be able to. I thought why not? He seemed genuinely nice and knowledgeable. Just good company all around and he promised to show me the greatest climbing spots a bit away from the crowded tours. It was a start.
I would never meet Robert again. I don’t know what happened to him. Thinking back on those days leading up to the point the waves came crashing down always gives me an uneasy, sad, and melancholic feeling. The people I met in Bangkok talking about going south. Those I met in Phuket before it happened. I have no idea if they ended up as corpses floating through the murky brown waters or god forbid, victims of that unholy terror from the deep. I hope Robert wasn’t among those unfortunate souls who died or went… ‘’Missing’’. Although if I must pick one or the other. I would hope he died quickly.
Bangkok 24th of December 2000. 3 days before the tsunami.
I woke up with a slight hangover. Christmas is commonly celebrated on this date in my country, so I was expecting some calls to go through on my brick sized Nokia at some point once all the good folks back home woke up. They were about 5 hours behind me and at 9 AM Bangkok time they would still be sleeping. I used the time to do some shopping before my trip to Phuket. I got plenty of rope, a couple of snap hooks and a harness. I knew they’d have all of this on the guided tours, but I liked to find my own spots to climb, and I had good sense and knowledge enough to not attempt anything too daring. By the way. For those uninitiated, snap hooks are used to make a quick, reversible connection on a system of ropes, or to connect a rope or cord to another component, like a lanyard medallion or barrier post. Essential if you want to go climbing. If you’ve ever gone ziplining it’s the thing that connects you safely to the zipline and lets you slight across.
After having done my shopping, I bought a bus ticket to Phuket intending on leaving that same night and went back to my hotel room. As exciting as Bangkok was, I felt it was more for people intend on partying and in all honesty, a bit too crowded for me. I was excited to move on and I could always come back if I wanted to. On my way into the reception area, I was stopped by a young hip looking dude looking for a cigarette. Now I don’t necessarily consider myself a perfect judge of character, but he had an easy-going way about him that immediately drew me in. Sometimes, you can just tell.
He had sort of a rugged look about him. Dirty blond half-long hair. His face I would best describe as boyish but something in his eyes betrayed him and revealed his age to be older than you would assume. His style was… Boheme I guess I would describe it as. Like something taken out of the 70s LA scene. I’m not a smoker. Never was. So, I couldn’t help him on that front. It didn’t matter he would find someone else he said. For a while we just casually talked. Apparently, he had come to Bangkok just a few days prior and seemed about as lost and without direction as I had been before deciding on taking my chances in Phuket. Alex was his name, and he would later save my life and help me understand what it means to forge a quick and unbreakable connection through shared trauma, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere and get a beer. I thought why not? He was about my age and on his own as well. I told him I had to go make some calls and I’d be out in about an hour. Back the hotel room I quickly gathered all my stuff and packed it up, so it was ready to go. My climbing gear took up the most space. I figured if things went well with Alex, I might be able to persuade him in joining me at some point in Phuket. Even though I had set out for this trip to be about discovering myself and being on my own, I longed for some kind of company. Don’t we all? I called my parents up and we wished each other a happy Christmas. It was odd to think they were somewhere nearly half-way across the world celebrating Christmas while snow draped the landscapes there. Here I was, In hot and humid paradise. No, I did not miss the cold or the snow, but I did miss not being there to celebrate the holidays with my family. But it had been my choice to go during the holiday season and I did not regret it. I had saved up enough money and there was no point in waiting anymore. There would be many other holidays to celebrate in the future.
My 5-year-old nephew somehow got a hold of the phone. Not quite the conversationalist yet, it still felt good to hear his voice. Hearing his excitement over the prospect of celebrating Christmas brought me back to my own childhood. Decorating the Christmas tree, watching holiday cartoons and of course, opening presents. I finished my calls and went out to see if Alex was ready. He was already waiting for me and had apparently managed to score some cigarettes in the meantime. He had changed his outfit as well. Now wearing a faded black doors t-shirt. We talked a bit about Jim Morrison and the doors as we headed off down streets. We passed a myriad of small stands selling everything from electronics to colorful t-shirts and small bracelets with campy misspelled English catchphrases. We dodged the many intrusive offers and eventually found a small comfy looking bar with seats outside shaded by palm trees. We ordered a couple of beers and the conversation started flowing along quite nicely. Alex was 25 and from London It turned out. We also had a common interest in music. For a while he had busked as a street musician while working odd jobs here and there and had eventually decided to travel the world.
His first stop had been India where for a while he had lived on the rooftop of some abandoned building while attempting to learn the art of playing the sitar. I thought about that for a second. Living it rough on some rooftop in India. I don’t know why that idea intrigued me so much. Seemed like freedom to me, I guess. Sleeping under the wide-open skies. Looking down on the streets and watching people go about their lives. I guess I just liked the idea of doing something that seemed different from what I had ever done before. Living on a rooftop, if even just for a while, was definitely not something I had done before. There was the view as well, Alex reminded me. And it was free of course. We drifted off into long conversations about music I won’t bore you too much with, only to let you know we shared a passion for old school music like the doors and Jimi Hendrix as well as 90s shoegaze music like My Bloody Valentine, Ride and Slowdive. I had Slowdive’s Shine playing in my mind that day. All felt so dreamy at the time.
I eventually told Alex of my plans to go to Phuket and he was onboard almost immediately. I loved how easy it was here on the road. There was no ‘’well maybe’’, or ‘’let’s think about it.’’ In fact, Alex had been to Phuket before and knew of a place we could stay for free. Another rooftop of course, but he had already sold me on the idea. From there, we could plan our next step he said. ‘’our next step’’ I don’t remember vibing with someone that quickly before or since, but then I guess making friends is always easier when you’re young and easy going. I always seemed to attract good company without much effort back then. I chalk it down to my friendly and slightly shy demeanor. Seems it only becomes harder to make friends as the years pass though. At least for me it did.
We got a bus ticket for Alex and shopped a bit more. I got some first aid supplies. Bandages, plasters, that kind of stuff. Rock climbing is safe, mind you, but you can end up scraping yourself and I felt in general, being prepared for whatever might be a good idea if I was to live it rough on some rooftop. The bus-ride to Phuket took about 12 hours give or take. By going at night, we could sleep most of the way and be in Phuket early morning on the 25th. The trip down was uneventful. We would take turns listening to music on Alex’s Walkman or talk about things we saw along the way. Like roadside bars and restaurants who were little more than a tin roof covering a few plastic chairs and brightly colored menu cards. Everything seemed simpler here, in the best ways possible.
No big flash, no fanfares or luxury. Nothing pretentious. Just a calm, laid back atmosphere and friendly smiles from the locals as we passed by. Alex told me he wanted to start a band blending elements of Shoegaze with classic rock and insisted I learn to play the drums as he had tried but found no luck. String instruments were more him he told me. I told him jokingly if he could come up with a good name, I might be down. He just nodded and looked out the window and started talking about how beef was a rare and more expensive ingredient in Thai cuisine, and I wondered about the sudden random change of subject. Although we had talked a lot during the short time we had known each other, Alex was still a mystery to me in many ways. Judging from all the things he told me he seemed like a person who dreamed big, but never really followed through
An unfinished education. Scribbles on pieces of paper that ended up gathering dust in his drawer instead of turning into a book. A band that never really took off because he lost interest or didn’t deem that it was good enough to get successful. He talked at length about leaving a legacy. It seemed to be something that concerned him. I guess he wanted to put his mark on the world. To be remembered. To live on in some small way. I had never really thought about it myself although I did have a fascination with historical people and the lives they lived. In fact, when I do read I mostly read biographies. I just never had any ambition like that myself. I don’t need the world to know my name, or sing my praises, or remember me. Good friends, family and a sense of freedom and adventure was enough. I had tried to ask Alex about his family and friends back home, but he seemed avoidant and always found a way to change the subject without really providing any meaningful information. At certain points, I sensed a carefully hidden sadness behind his otherwise optimistically youthful and bright blue gaze.
Phuket 25th of December 2000. 2 days before the tsunami.
Alex woke me up. It was 9 AM and we had arrived at the Phuket bus terminal 1 near Phang Nga Road. We were here. Alex explained to me that the there were several derelict and abandoned buildings perfect for establishing a free of charge rooftop domicile in an area not too far from the resorts of Khao Lak. Phuket back then wasn’t exactly the overcrowded tourist spot it is today, but it was well on the way. I understood why. The scenery was beautiful. Long sandy beaches with small island dots in the horizon, begging to be explored. Giant limestone cliffs covered in green shrubs. It did seem like paradise to me, without being too far away from civilization. I guess despite my adventurous nature, I wasn’t quite ready at that point, to walk into the wild, which is why Khao Lak seemed perfect as a start for me.
We found the area Alex had talked about. Several derelict buildings were concentrated in a small area divided by a main street that if followed long enough, led to an area with shops and places to dine. We set our eyes on what looked like an abandoned apartment complex. It was derelict, rugged looking and it seemed clear at first that no one lived there. Its ghostly façade begged us inside to explore and we accepted the invitation. As we made our way in, through a busted window in the back, we quickly became aware that the place might not be as abandoned as we had initially thought. Several signs of squatters such as cooking utensils and sleeping mats lay scattered here and there. Alex quickly rationalized that it could just be other backpackers, or it could be the people had moved on. I shrugged and we decided to make our way to the roof. We made our way to the top floor and accessed a broken-down door that led directly out onto the roof. I must admit, besides excitement, I was somewhat hesitant. Any doubt I had disappeared when we first stepped onto the rooftop terrace. It was perfect. It seemed it had functioned as a balcony or space of sorts the inhabitants could make use of for gatherings.
The entire space was surrounded by a fence. Several palm trees shaded the northwest corner which was perfect for when things got too hot. In the middle a small shed or janitorial sort of building stood. We found some cleaning materials, brooms, some parasols in there as well as an old rusty grill. The view was great. We could see the large beachfront in the far distance surrounded by limestones. After inspecting the area and finding it to our liking we sat down, and Alex broke out a bottle of whiskey. Unaware of the horror that would later unfold here, we celebrated in the shade of the palm trees. We had found our place for a while. Our place.
After a while we decided to put some money in the local economy and shop for supplies.
Essentials: Water. Cigarettes. Booze. The devil’s lettuce. Cooking utensils. Although none of us was admittedly any much of a cook. But what the hell. Can’t be seen dining out every night when we were trying to live off the fat of the land so to speak. I know, ridiculous. We were squatters. Nothing more. But heck, we would move on if we became a problem for any one here. We weren’t trying to be a bother.
Optional but greatly wanted: A blow-up animal mascot. Maybe a dolphin if possible. Some new music for Alex’s walk-man. A guitar. Decorating artifacts of any kind to make our domicile more personal.
We more or less got everything we needed and started setting up base. Getting our hands on something funny to smoke proved the biggest challenge but Alex finally succeeded at a beachfront bar. Some friendly Norwegian dude who had connections apparently. He warned us against being too open about doing drugs, even if was ‘’just’’ marijuana. Thailand had a strict approach to drugs. We thanked him and he told us to just come back here at the bar if we needed more, he was usually around.
Afternoon was rolling around and there we were. Sitting atop Phuket. On our very own rooftop presidential suite. We decorated the place with a few things we found. Among them ‘’Arthur’’ our blow-up shark (they had no dolphins). Alex had come up with the name, I asked him why ‘’Arthur’’ but in what I had quickly come to know as typical Alex fashion he just shrugged it off. We just smoked a bit and drank some booze as the evening progressed and I told Alex about Robert and Australia and all the nasty things that could kill you there. I’m not sure why, but it had made an impression on me. Insects, rare poisonous creatures, stuff like that was nightmare fuel for me. Don’t even get me started on spiders. Alex was a bit more laid back on that front. He seemed most amused and interested in the suicide plant and wondered if some poor soul had ever mistakenly used it as toilet paper and we had a good hard chuckle over that idea. Poor soul indeed.
As night rolled on stars started popping up on a clear night the sky and I learned that Alex had a fascination with the universe. Particularly the idea of multiverses and infinite universes. What if somewhere out there we were looking back at ourselves. Slightly different but still us. Sometimes it seemed to me he longed to be anywhere else but where he was. Maybe trapped in the past he was so reluctant to share with me. Then we started talking about time. I don’t exactly remember why. I think he brought it up.
Anyway, Alex had a lot to say about time. Like how he believed our perception of time is tied to our experiences. For example, someone who spends their life not stepping up, not really taking risks or chances, just following along the stream, just following the routine, in essence, just killing time, might experience time as having moved fast when they look back, because there are simply less variety, less volume, less memories to look back on. We don’t remember routines, we remember breaking them, we remember doing new things, meeting new people, being in new places. It creates the illusion that gives time volume, that makes it seem fuller, longer. I liked that idea a lot. It made sense to me. Make sure you live life to the fullest and waste as little time as possible.
I told him about my 10th grade math teacher and how he said something about time I will never forget. Our perception of time can be measured mathematically. For example, to a 4-year-old turning 5 the transition of a year will seem much longer than it will to a 24-year-old turning 25. Because 1 in 5 is a larger fraction than 1 in 25. It blew my mind. The longer you live, the faster time seem to pass. But I agreed with him, maybe the quality and variety of the life you live and the memories you make has an affect too. Alex made a ‘’boom’’ motion with his hands around his head and laughed. We were quite stoned at that point and well, some of you might know how being stoned sometimes throws you into these philosophical conversations. It was nice. I enjoyed the ease with which I could talk to Alex about all kinds of things.
At one point I asked him a hypothetical. If he could go back in time and change just one thing, what would he do. He fell silent. I once again sensed the sadness creeping behind his eyes. It was if he was about to answer, like he was sizing me up but then shot the idea down. Time travel is impossible, so why bother was his only response and I accepted that whatever troubled him in the past, was not for me to know even if my interest only grew stronger and stronger.
I told him about my family. My overprotective mother. My father and his desperate attempts to get me interested in cars. About my older sister and my nephew. Alex nodded and asked the usual polite questions. When the subject came to my little brother his interest seemed to spark significantly. How old was he? Was I good older brother? Did I look out for him? I didn’t think much about it at the time other than finding it curious how interested he seemed to be. When we finally settled in the for night, under the starry sky, I slipped into a nightmare. It was the same I had had years earlier when I was 16. Back then I was having a hard time adjusting to the new school I had started at and maybe because of that stress I was having nightmares coupled with sleep paralysis.
I would lie in my bed, paralyzed. On my side, facing the door to my room. I often had the light on outside of the room and it would shine in through the open door. This one time , I saw dark figure approaching. Optimistically I assumed it was my mom, coming to wake me up. Although as the dark figure approached, I quickly realized this wasn’t so. No words were uttered. The eerie figure just slowly came closer, until it was right by my bed side. It sat down and I realized it was an old woman or man. It was hard to tell, because its face was literally just a mish mash of wrinkled flesh. No eyes and no mouth either. But it mumbled through its mouthless face. Speaking in tongues.
I spent some considerable time afterwards wondering what it could have been trying to communicate to me. I know of course, this was all just my mind playing tricks on me. Yet, that experience was, I suppose, my first nudge towards believing there’s more between heaven and earth than we might know. It seemed aggressive in any case. My insides were screaming as I desperately tried to wiggle myself awake as I had sometimes successfully done during paralysis. I eventually woke up. Drenched in sweat. Back then though, I had actually been in my room, and in the dream the room had stood clearly for me as it actually looked in reality which only made it seem more real. This time, I woke up next to Alex, still drenched in sweat. Alex had woken up. I had screamed in my sleep apparently. He comforted me in an almost brotherly show of affection. It took me by surprise a bit. I appreciated it, though it only made me wonder about him even more. I would have to solve the mystery behind Alex I decided. I would have to truly gain his trust. Figure him out. And I did.
Phuket 26th of December 2000. 1 day before the tsunami.
‘’Alex played the guitar a bit and I drummed up some beats. It needed some work, but not half bad. We came up with a name for our band to be as well. Subway sleepers. Based on Alex’s time sleeping in the subway of London. It was another hot perfect day on the rooftop. We talked about going climbing the next day and I can’t wait to show Alex the joys of rock climbing. Everything is peaceful here. No stress. Just living life. Smoking it up. Meeting new people. We talked some more with that Norwegian weed dude and invited him and a couple of his friends up to ‘’our’’ place for a party. Another near perfect day.’’
Looking at these diary scribbles is making me feel it all over again. The serenity of those calm worriless summer days (well it was winter back home but it felt like summer here. Strange that) leading up to disaster. Always calmest before the storm they say. This was our last day before everything changed. Before I got a lesson in humanity. In stress under crisis. Before everything I thought I knew changed forever in the meeting with something that surely shouldn’t exist in this world.
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‘’Every now and then I would stare at the murky brown water below and see several small glimpses of bright yellow popping up from and then retreating down below the surface in rhythmic fashion. Like a dance routine. Bright deadly yellow. The rotting sweet stench of death still lodged in my nostrils.’’
I had happened upon these diary pages by mistake when I was digging through old boxes in my basement. My wife had insisted, finally, that I sort out and get rid of everything I didn’t need. Now here I was, confronted with a part of my past I had tried to suppress unsuccessfully for so many years. 24 years to be exact. 24 odd years of trying to understand what exactly happened in those days when I was trapped on a rooftop in Phuket during a deadly and disastrous natural catastrophe.
24 odd years of having to dodge around questions of my abject and unwavering fear of the ocean. Well, in truth, I guess being caught in a large tsunami and witnessing immense destructive forces of nature coming directly from the great wide ocean would be a fair excuse, but it was only half the truth. It wasn’t just the waves themselves that had terrified me.
Until now, I thought the water damaged remains of the diary I kept back then was lost. I even hoped it was. I never shared this story with anyone. Partly because the horror was too fresh in my memory back then and I wanted to focus on moving on with my life and by the time I felt my mind was stabilized I had no real interest in returning to that dark part of my past. Partly because the right words always escaped me.
Mostly because I was afraid people would think I was insane. I can no longer contain this, however. I need an outlet. I spend years running from it. But I guess I can’t lie to myself anymore. Someone once told me that writing can be therapeutic. Simply putting your thoughts down on paper, or in our times, more likely in word document, can help you compartmentalize trauma. So, I’m giving it a try. I can’t pretend the events of those days in Phuket didn’t cast a shadow over everything in my life that came after.
I often think of the beach days I missed with my son when he was a boy. Days where I should’ve done dad stuff. Thrown him into the ocean. Watched him laugh his little face of as he braved the waves. Helped him build sandcastles. Gone exploring along the sandy shores in search of beached treasure in the form little rocks and the odd piece of amber. I just couldn’t. Initially I had objected to the idea of him going at all. Naturally, my wife would hear none of that and I realized reluctantly, that my fear and trauma should not rule my son’s life. Instead, my wife would go, and I would always stay home. She understood, to some degree, what I had gone through and where my fear came from.
Only to some degree. My son did not, and I fear he resented my absence on those perfect sunny days, despite my efforts to make up for it with other activities. Both he and my wife certainly noticed how closed off I was about certain parts of my past. Secrets untold, especially those who are grounded in trauma, almost inevitably turns to toxic in our systems. I’m finally ready. I just hope it isn’t too late.
I won’t lie. I’ve always had a vivid imagination although I have never had trouble distinguishing between what is real and what is not. At least until my sense of reality was forever challenged. I know these things happened to me. I know what I saw and what I experienced was real. I just don’t have a truly rational explanation for it. Yet, I swear, there was something in the water that came with that tsunami. Something deeply, deeply unnatural. Something brightly and oddly yellow. I had no other word for it than the bright yellow terror.
I had travelled to Thailand, more precisely Bangkok late December 2000. 19 years old about to turn 20. I was on one of those infamous and increasingly popular self-discovery trips. I had caught the fever. Like so many other young hopeful adventurers at the time I had seen The Beach. I had read into the wild by Jon Krakauer.
I watched Dicaprio walk the sandy shores of paradise and read on in excitement and awe as Christopher McCandles set out to become one with nature and discover himself. Kill the false being within and all that. In simple terms, I thought I’d try and find my own slice of heaven on earth. Expand my horizon. Get to know some new people. Learn something about myself in the process perhaps. I wasn’t exactly fleeing from anything, that wasn’t it. I had a loving although cuddling and overprotective family. Especially my mom would worry about me constantly (and still does).
Yes, I admit it. My parents had paved the way for me at almost every step. Made sure I got into the right schools. Made sure I never needed for money. I guess I got tired of feeling dependent on them. I stopped taking their money and saved up for the trip myself. It was time I stepped up. It was time I threw myself into the world to see what would happen. Hell of a time and place I picked for that.
The following story is based on the surviving pages of the diary I kept during the time and my own memory.
Bangkok 23rd December 2000. 4 days before the tsunami.
‘’My first day in Bangkok. Quite overwhelming but in a nice way. No one here to save me. No one here to tell me what to do. Thailand is hot and humid and there’s something in the air. I think it’s adventure. I think it’s limitless opportunity. I met a monkey in a diaper and got thoroughly beaten and lost 100 bath in a game of connect four by some 10-year-old kid. Got scammed as well though, I will have to wise up and learn the ropes. Avoid the yellow taxis. Go for the Tuk Tuks. Well, lesson learned. I met a guy who told me all kinds of terrifying things about Australia. Robert. I’m meeting him in Phuket a couple of days from now.’’
You could probably imagine the excitement bubbling within me. For the first time on my own. 19 years old. Prime of my life. In a strangely new and exotic city. Possibilities seemed endless. I still remember vividly driving off with the wind in my hair in a tuk-tuk as Bangkok unfolded before me with all its oriental mysticism and surrounding cityscapes. To be fair, I had never even seen an honest to god palm tree before as they simply couldn’t grow in the northern climate I was from.
I got myself stationed in a decent guesthouse around Khaosan Road. Everywhere I looked it seems others had gotten the same idea as me. Backpackers littered the streets and in a strange way, I felt at home amidst this quiet chaos, amidst the crowds of hopefully likeminded explorers, far, far away from home. The humidity was hitting me though, it was something I would have to get used to. It felt like a wet hot invisible blanket. Khaosan Road was perfect for me. A meeting place for young backpackers, with tons of opportunities to plan further travels. I did after all, not plan on staying in Bangkok for too long. It was just a stepping point to other adventures.
It was still early, and the humidity was clammy as hell. I was in the mood to socialize and with no real plans I simply ventured out into the streets of Bangkok, circling around the area where my guesthouse was located. It wasn’t long before the first opportunity presented itself in the form of a taxi driver calling me over. He offered to take me on a tour of the city. Foolish and naïve as I was, I indulged him. I remember how the cab driver lit up a doobie, joint, spliff, devil’s lettuce whatever you want to call it.
You know it as soon as you breathe in the air. Don’t get me wrong, I smoked myself, but letting a clearly high person drive me around the busy Bangkok traffic did not seem like a good idea. I should probably have asked to be let out that very moment, but as the kind of timid, shy type of person I was plus the desire to just go along with whatever happened come what may made me stay. Unsurprisingly I was eventually led to a store, fitted for a suit a didn’t want, and then subsequently charged an obscene amount for the cab ride. I didn’t have the courage to refuse his unreasonable demand. Noteworthy mention. That same night I heard from a fellow traveler that just recently someone had been stabbed in an argument with a cab driver. I didn’t let it get me down or drive me off course, because as you’ve probably gathered by now, I didn’t have a course.
As day turned to night and when the sun’s rays slowly disappeared behind the rooftops of Bangkok, the city itself began to transform. As if a part of it which had laid dormant, hidden away from the light, started to emerge.
Neon lights advertising different bars, people making all kinds of promises of untold pleasures and sensations. Tourists ready to party. All now filled the streets. Some seemed all too aware of what they were looking for, others simply drifted around aimlessly, in search of something unknown, something to spice up their existence. I found a small seemingly cool place called The Hangover. I swear to god, I wish to this day I hadn’t. Maybe then I wouldn’t have set my course for Phuket. In any case, I went in and pushed myself through the crowds of rowdy and loud tourists and up the bar where I ordered a Pina Colada. Please don’t judge me. I just really like coconuts and the song is pretty good as well. Standing at the crowded bar and looking around, hoping something interesting would catch my eye. But most of all, I was hoping someone would just take the first step and come talk to me.
Someone did. His name was Robert, and he was from Australia. A tall skinny and no-nonsense older guy who seemed quite experienced with all things Thailand. He eventually invited me down to his group of friends at the far back end of the bar. Robert spared no time telling me about himself. He had worked all kinds of jobs, in all kinds of places. Most recently he had worked as a guide in Phuket. Among other things he had arranged rock climbing expeditions. I probably forgot to mention, I was big into rock climbing and generally all kinds of outdoor activities back then.
I already had quite the climbing experience despite my young age. As Robert talked about all the places he’d been, he made me feel like the novice I was. That was never his intention though, as I quickly learned. He wasn’t a bragger. He just knew what he was talking about and when he laughed, he did it with his entire face and in a way that made you laugh with him and feel comfortable.
Eventually the conversation naturally gravitated towards Australia. A place I had always wanted to visit. He looked at me for a second, as if to contemplate something. Then told me to watch out for locals trying to play pranks on me. I was naturally interested in hearing more and that’s when he told me about drop bears. Supposedly drop bears are carnivorous versions of Koalas residing in trees to then drop down on unsuspecting victims and viciously attack them. We laughed quite a lot, and I admitted I would probably have believed the stories as I was a fairly naive person and the idea of hostile subspecies of koalas didn’t seem that farfetched to me. It would be typical of past me to get punked around like that. Our conversation then shifted towards Australian wildlife and fauna and the horrors residing within its diverse and complicated eco system. He told me about a plant not uncommonly referred to as the suicide plant. Dendrocnide moroides or more commonly known as stinging tree, stinging bush or gympie gympie apparently has such a nasty and painful sting it made a man commit suicide simply to escape the pain. Another dangerous inhabitant was the box jellyfish he explained.
Their sting was about as deadly as it gets. A single sting to a human will cause necrosis of the skin, excruciating pain and, if the dose of venom is large enough, cardiac arrest and death within minutes. I have always found jellyfish equal parts fascinating and equal parts frightening. Beautiful but deadly creatures. In fact, the ocean, in all its grand wide-reaching glory had always horrified me to some extent. So much unexplored space. Who truly knows what could be lurking down there? Robert quickly assured me, that as long as you take your precaution the likelihood of getting stung by a box jellyfish was rather small. They had signs up warning people against them. Generally, do not ignore these signs. They are there for a good reason.
It was getting late and before we said our goodbyes Robert suggested I meet him in Phuket, more precisely in the Khao Lak area on the 28th as that was the first day he would be able to. I thought why not? He seemed genuinely nice and knowledgeable. Just good company all around and he promised to show me the greatest climbing spots a bit away from the crowded tours. It was a start.
I would never meet Robert again. I don’t know what happened to him. Thinking back on those days leading up to the point the waves came crashing down always gives me an uneasy, sad, and melancholic feeling. The people I met in Bangkok talking about going south. Those I met in Phuket before it happened. I have no idea if they ended up as corpses floating through the murky brown waters or god forbid, victims of that unholy terror from the deep. I hope Robert wasn’t among those unfortunate souls who died or went… ‘’Missing’’. Although if I must pick one or the other. I would hope he died quickly.
Bangkok 24th of December 2000. 3 days before the tsunami.
I woke up with a slight hangover. Christmas is commonly celebrated on this date in my country, so I was expecting some calls to go through on my brick sized Nokia at some point once all the good folks back home woke up. They were about 5 hours behind me and at 9 AM Bangkok time they would still be sleeping. I used the time to do some shopping before my trip to Phuket. I got plenty of rope, a couple of snap hooks and a harness. I knew they’d have all of this on the guided tours, but I liked to find my own spots to climb, and I had good sense and knowledge enough to not attempt anything too daring. By the way. For those uninitiated, snap hooks are used to make a quick, reversible connection on a system of ropes, or to connect a rope or cord to another component, like a lanyard medallion or barrier post. Essential if you want to go climbing. If you’ve ever gone ziplining it’s the thing that connects you safely to the zipline and lets you slight across.
After having done my shopping, I bought a bus ticket to Phuket intending on leaving that same night and went back to my hotel room. As exciting as Bangkok was, I felt it was more for people intend on partying and in all honesty, a bit too crowded for me. I was excited to move on and I could always come back if I wanted to. On my way into the reception area, I was stopped by a young hip looking dude looking for a cigarette. Now I don’t necessarily consider myself a perfect judge of character, but he had an easy-going way about him that immediately drew me in. Sometimes, you can just tell.
He had sort of a rugged look about him. Dirty blond half-long hair. His face I would best describe as boyish but something in his eyes betrayed him and revealed his age to be older than you would assume. His style was… Boheme I guess I would describe it as. Like something taken out of the 70s LA scene. I’m not a smoker. Never was. So, I couldn’t help him on that front. It didn’t matter he would find someone else he said. For a while we just casually talked. Apparently, he had come to Bangkok just a few days prior and seemed about as lost and without direction as I had been before deciding on taking my chances in Phuket. Alex was his name, and he would later save my life and help me understand what it means to forge a quick and unbreakable connection through shared trauma, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere and get a beer. I thought why not? He was about my age and on his own as well. I told him I had to go make some calls and I’d be out in about an hour. Back the hotel room I quickly gathered all my stuff and packed it up, so it was ready to go. My climbing gear took up the most space. I figured if things went well with Alex, I might be able to persuade him in joining me at some point in Phuket. Even though I had set out for this trip to be about discovering myself and being on my own, I longed for some kind of company. Don’t we all? I called my parents up and we wished each other a happy Christmas. It was odd to think they were somewhere nearly half-way across the world celebrating Christmas while snow draped the landscapes there. Here I was, In hot and humid paradise. No, I did not miss the cold or the snow, but I did miss not being there to celebrate the holidays with my family. But it had been my choice to go during the holiday season and I did not regret it. I had saved up enough money and there was no point in waiting anymore. There would be many other holidays to celebrate in the future.
My 5-year-old nephew somehow got a hold of the phone. Not quite the conversationalist yet, it still felt good to hear his voice. Hearing his excitement over the prospect of celebrating Christmas brought me back to my own childhood. Decorating the Christmas tree, watching holiday cartoons and of course, opening presents. I finished my calls and went out to see if Alex was ready. He was already waiting for me and had apparently managed to score some cigarettes in the meantime. He had changed his outfit as well. Now wearing a faded black doors t-shirt. We talked a bit about Jim Morrison and the doors as we headed off down streets. We passed a myriad of small stands selling everything from electronics to colorful t-shirts and small bracelets with campy misspelled English catchphrases. We dodged the many intrusive offers and eventually found a small comfy looking bar with seats outside shaded by palm trees. We ordered a couple of beers and the conversation started flowing along quite nicely. Alex was 25 and from London It turned out. We also had a common interest in music. For a while he had busked as a street musician while working odd jobs here and there and had eventually decided to travel the world.
His first stop had been India where for a while he had lived on the rooftop of some abandoned building while attempting to learn the art of playing the sitar. I thought about that for a second. Living it rough on some rooftop in India. I don’t know why that idea intrigued me so much. Seemed like freedom to me, I guess. Sleeping under the wide-open skies. Looking down on the streets and watching people go about their lives. I guess I just liked the idea of doing something that seemed different from what I had ever done before. Living on a rooftop, if even just for a while, was definitely not something I had done before. There was the view as well, Alex reminded me. And it was free of course. We drifted off into long conversations about music I won’t bore you too much with, only to let you know we shared a passion for old school music like the doors and Jimi Hendrix as well as 90s shoegaze music like My Bloody Valentine, Ride and Slowdive. I had Slowdive’s Shine playing in my mind that day. All felt so dreamy at the time.
I eventually told Alex of my plans to go to Phuket and he was onboard almost immediately. I loved how easy it was here on the road. There was no ‘’well maybe’’, or ‘’let’s think about it.’’ In fact, Alex had been to Phuket before and knew of a place we could stay for free. Another rooftop of course, but he had already sold me on the idea. From there, we could plan our next step he said. ‘’our next step’’ I don’t remember vibing with someone that quickly before or since, but then I guess making friends is always easier when you’re young and easy going. I always seemed to attract good company without much effort back then. I chalk it down to my friendly and slightly shy demeanor. Seems it only becomes harder to make friends as the years pass though. At least for me it did.
We got a bus ticket for Alex and shopped a bit more. I got some first aid supplies. Bandages, plasters, that kind of stuff. Rock climbing is safe, mind you, but you can end up scraping yourself and I felt in general, being prepared for whatever might be a good idea if I was to live it rough on some rooftop. The bus-ride to Phuket took about 12 hours give or take. By going at night, we could sleep most of the way and be in Phuket early morning on the 25th. The trip down was uneventful. We would take turns listening to music on Alex’s Walkman or talk about things we saw along the way. Like roadside bars and restaurants who were little more than a tin roof covering a few plastic chairs and brightly colored menu cards. Everything seemed simpler here, in the best ways possible.
No big flash, no fanfares or luxury. Nothing pretentious. Just a calm, laid back atmosphere and friendly smiles from the locals as we passed by. Alex told me he wanted to start a band blending elements of Shoegaze with classic rock and insisted I learn to play the drums as he had tried but found no luck. String instruments were more him he told me. I told him jokingly if he could come up with a good name, I might be down. He just nodded and looked out the window and started talking about how beef was a rare and more expensive ingredient in Thai cuisine, and I wondered about the sudden random change of subject. Although we had talked a lot during the short time we had known each other, Alex was still a mystery to me in many ways. Judging from all the things he told me he seemed like a person who dreamed big, but never really followed through
An unfinished education. Scribbles on pieces of paper that ended up gathering dust in his drawer instead of turning into a book. A band that never really took off because he lost interest or didn’t deem that it was good enough to get successful. He talked at length about leaving a legacy. It seemed to be something that concerned him. I guess he wanted to put his mark on the world. To be remembered. To live on in some small way. I had never really thought about it myself although I did have a fascination with historical people and the lives they lived. In fact, when I do read I mostly read biographies. I just never had any ambition like that myself. I don’t need the world to know my name, or sing my praises, or remember me. Good friends, family and a sense of freedom and adventure was enough. I had tried to ask Alex about his family and friends back home, but he seemed avoidant and always found a way to change the subject without really providing any meaningful information. At certain points, I sensed a carefully hidden sadness behind his otherwise optimistically youthful and bright blue gaze.
Phuket 25th of December 2000. 2 days before the tsunami.
Alex woke me up. It was 9 AM and we had arrived at the Phuket bus terminal 1 near Phang Nga Road. We were here. Alex explained to me that the there were several derelict and abandoned buildings perfect for establishing a free of charge rooftop domicile in an area not too far from the resorts of Khao Lak. Phuket back then wasn’t exactly the overcrowded tourist spot it is today, but it was well on the way. I understood why. The scenery was beautiful. Long sandy beaches with small island dots in the horizon, begging to be explored. Giant limestone cliffs covered in green shrubs. It did seem like paradise to me, without being too far away from civilization. I guess despite my adventurous nature, I wasn’t quite ready at that point, to walk into the wild, which is why Khao Lak seemed perfect as a start for me.
We found the area Alex had talked about. Several derelict buildings were concentrated in a small area divided by a main street that if followed long enough, led to an area with shops and places to dine. We set our eyes on what looked like an abandoned apartment complex. It was derelict, rugged looking and it seemed clear at first that no one lived there. Its ghostly façade begged us inside to explore and we accepted the invitation. As we made our way in, through a busted window in the back, we quickly became aware that the place might not be as abandoned as we had initially thought. Several signs of squatters such as cooking utensils and sleeping mats lay scattered here and there. Alex quickly rationalized that it could just be other backpackers, or it could be the people had moved on. I shrugged and we decided to make our way to the roof. We made our way to the top floor and accessed a broken-down door that led directly out onto the roof. I must admit, besides excitement, I was somewhat hesitant. Any doubt I had disappeared when we first stepped onto the rooftop terrace. It was perfect. It seemed it had functioned as a balcony or space of sorts the inhabitants could make use of for gatherings.
The entire space was surrounded by a fence. Several palm trees shaded the northwest corner which was perfect for when things got too hot. In the middle a small shed or janitorial sort of building stood. We found some cleaning materials, brooms, some parasols in there as well as an old rusty grill. The view was great. We could see the large beachfront in the far distance surrounded by limestones. After inspecting the area and finding it to our liking we sat down, and Alex broke out a bottle of whiskey. Unaware of the horror that would later unfold here, we celebrated in the shade of the palm trees. We had found our place for a while. Our place.
After a while we decided to put some money in the local economy and shop for supplies.
Essentials: Water. Cigarettes. Booze. The devil’s lettuce. Cooking utensils. Although none of us was admittedly any much of a cook. But what the hell. Can’t be seen dining out every night when we were trying to live off the fat of the land so to speak. I know, ridiculous. We were squatters. Nothing more. But heck, we would move on if we became a problem for any one here. We weren’t trying to be a bother.
Optional but greatly wanted: A blow-up animal mascot. Maybe a dolphin if possible. Some new music for Alex’s walk-man. A guitar. Decorating artifacts of any kind to make our domicile more personal.
We more or less got everything we needed and started setting up base. Getting our hands on something funny to smoke proved the biggest challenge but Alex finally succeeded at a beachfront bar. Some friendly Norwegian dude who had connections apparently. He warned us against being too open about doing drugs, even if was ‘’just’’ marijuana. Thailand had a strict approach to drugs. We thanked him and he told us to just come back here at the bar if we needed more, he was usually around.
Afternoon was rolling around and there we were. Sitting atop Phuket. On our very own rooftop presidential suite. We decorated the place with a few things we found. Among them ‘’Arthur’’ our blow-up shark (they had no dolphins). Alex had come up with the name, I asked him why ‘’Arthur’’ but in what I had quickly come to know as typical Alex fashion he just shrugged it off. We just smoked a bit and drank some booze as the evening progressed and I told Alex about Robert and Australia and all the nasty things that could kill you there. I’m not sure why, but it had made an impression on me. Insects, rare poisonous creatures, stuff like that was nightmare fuel for me. Don’t even get me started on spiders. Alex was a bit more laid back on that front. He seemed most amused and interested in the suicide plant and wondered if some poor soul had ever mistakenly used it as toilet paper and we had a good hard chuckle over that idea. Poor soul indeed.
As night rolled on stars started popping up on a clear night the sky and I learned that Alex had a fascination with the universe. Particularly the idea of multiverses and infinite universes. What if somewhere out there we were looking back at ourselves. Slightly different but still us. Sometimes it seemed to me he longed to be anywhere else but where he was. Maybe trapped in the past he was so reluctant to share with me. Then we started talking about time. I don’t exactly remember why. I think he brought it up.
Anyway, Alex had a lot to say about time. Like how he believed our perception of time is tied to our experiences. For example, someone who spends their life not stepping up, not really taking risks or chances, just following along the stream, just following the routine, in essence, just killing time, might experience time as having moved fast when they look back, because there are simply less variety, less volume, less memories to look back on. We don’t remember routines, we remember breaking them, we remember doing new things, meeting new people, being in new places. It creates the illusion that gives time volume, that makes it seem fuller, longer. I liked that idea a lot. It made sense to me. Make sure you live life to the fullest and waste as little time as possible.
I told him about my 10th grade math teacher and how he said something about time I will never forget. Our perception of time can be measured mathematically. For example, to a 4-year-old turning 5 the transition of a year will seem much longer than it will to a 24-year-old turning 25. Because 1 in 5 is a larger fraction than 1 in 25. It blew my mind. The longer you live, the faster time seem to pass. But I agreed with him, maybe the quality and variety of the life you live and the memories you make has an affect too. Alex made a ‘’boom’’ motion with his hands around his head and laughed. We were quite stoned at that point and well, some of you might know how being stoned sometimes throws you into these philosophical conversations. It was nice. I enjoyed the ease with which I could talk to Alex about all kinds of things.
At one point I asked him a hypothetical. If he could go back in time and change just one thing, what would he do. He fell silent. I once again sensed the sadness creeping behind his eyes. It was if he was about to answer, like he was sizing me up but then shot the idea down. Time travel is impossible, so why bother was his only response and I accepted that whatever troubled him in the past, was not for me to know even if my interest only grew stronger and stronger.
I told him about my family. My overprotective mother. My father and his desperate attempts to get me interested in cars. About my older sister and my nephew. Alex nodded and asked the usual polite questions. When the subject came to my little brother his interest seemed to spark significantly. How old was he? Was I good older brother? Did I look out for him? I didn’t think much about it at the time other than finding it curious how interested he seemed to be. When we finally settled in the for night, under the starry sky, I slipped into a nightmare. It was the same I had had years earlier when I was 16. Back then I was having a hard time adjusting to the new school I had started at and maybe because of that stress I was having nightmares coupled with sleep paralysis.
I would lie in my bed, paralyzed. On my side, facing the door to my room. I often had the light on outside of the room and it would shine in through the open door. This one time , I saw dark figure approaching. Optimistically I assumed it was my mom, coming to wake me up. Although as the dark figure approached, I quickly realized this wasn’t so. No words were uttered. The eerie figure just slowly came closer, until it was right by my bed side. It sat down and I realized it was an old woman or man. It was hard to tell, because its face was literally just a mish mash of wrinkled flesh. No eyes and no mouth either. But it mumbled through its mouthless face. Speaking in tongues.
I spent some considerable time afterwards wondering what it could have been trying to communicate to me. I know of course, this was all just my mind playing tricks on me. Yet, that experience was, I suppose, my first nudge towards believing there’s more between heaven and earth than we might know. It seemed aggressive in any case. My insides were screaming as I desperately tried to wiggle myself awake as I had sometimes successfully done during paralysis. I eventually woke up. Drenched in sweat. Back then though, I had actually been in my room, and in the dream the room had stood clearly for me as it actually looked in reality which only made it seem more real. This time, I woke up next to Alex, still drenched in sweat. Alex had woken up. I had screamed in my sleep apparently. He comforted me in an almost brotherly show of affection. It took me by surprise a bit. I appreciated it, though it only made me wonder about him even more. I would have to solve the mystery behind Alex I decided. I would have to truly gain his trust. Figure him out. And I did.
Phuket 26th of December 2000. 1 day before the tsunami.
‘’Alex played the guitar a bit and I drummed up some beats. It needed some work, but not half bad. We came up with a name for our band to be as well. Subway sleepers. Based on Alex’s time sleeping in the subway of London. It was another hot perfect day on the rooftop. We talked about going climbing the next day and I can’t wait to show Alex the joys of rock climbing. Everything is peaceful here. No stress. Just living life. Smoking it up. Meeting new people. We talked some more with that Norwegian weed dude and invited him and a couple of his friends up to ‘’our’’ place for a party. Another near perfect day.’’
Looking at these diary scribbles is making me feel it all over again. The serenity of those calm worriless summer days (well it was winter back home but it felt like summer here. Strange that) leading up to disaster. Always calmest before the storm they say. This was our last day before everything changed. Before I got a lesson in humanity. In stress under crisis. Before everything I thought I knew changed forever in the meeting with something that surely shouldn’t exist in this world.
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Google is officially making me think I’m thinking about this way too hard, I figure this would be the place to ask since it’s specifically about overlanding/bugout.
I’m new to it all, haven’t even got the vehicle yet, but I am a freak for researching everything to death before I fully commit. The more I understand what I’m doing, the better. Don’t expect to be an expert by any means, just like to be well informed.
Anyway, question at hand has to do with solabattery charging. I’m thinking of getting some lifepo batteries (5-10kw depending) to run a variety of things depending on the occasion, from a fridge/freezer to 12v A/C and temporary ham stations, projectors and lights, RV water pump and osmosis filter for field collection/showering, etc etc. wether it’s a weekend glamp with the wife and friends, or an actual weeklong trip, I want to have the capability.
For charging, I’m considering a 400w fold-out setup atop the truck, and with an upgraded alternator to charge while driving. I’ve also considered having 200w of the solar open mounted to supplement charge while driving, and that’s where I’m getting stuck.
When it comes to charging an independent battery, would a single charge controller with solar and 12v input be what I need, or is there a correct way to use 2 charge controllers (solar and dc12v) hooked to the same battery(ies) to charge? Based on what I’m seeing from marine forums, most people are hooking the alternator directly to the battery to be charged, but I would like to keep my engine’s battery independent from the lifepo so there’s no chance of draining it with accessories and being stuck while solar gets it up to turnover charge, or having to jump.
Am I overthinking the problem, or can I just get 2 charge controllers and connect them both to the same battery with a bus (from solar and an inverter or 12v from the car) or should I be doing something else?
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I’m new to it all, haven’t even got the vehicle yet, but I am a freak for researching everything to death before I fully commit. The more I understand what I’m doing, the better. Don’t expect to be an expert by any means, just like to be well informed.
Anyway, question at hand has to do with solabattery charging. I’m thinking of getting some lifepo batteries (5-10kw depending) to run a variety of things depending on the occasion, from a fridge/freezer to 12v A/C and temporary ham stations, projectors and lights, RV water pump and osmosis filter for field collection/showering, etc etc. wether it’s a weekend glamp with the wife and friends, or an actual weeklong trip, I want to have the capability.
For charging, I’m considering a 400w fold-out setup atop the truck, and with an upgraded alternator to charge while driving. I’ve also considered having 200w of the solar open mounted to supplement charge while driving, and that’s where I’m getting stuck.
When it comes to charging an independent battery, would a single charge controller with solar and 12v input be what I need, or is there a correct way to use 2 charge controllers (solar and dc12v) hooked to the same battery(ies) to charge? Based on what I’m seeing from marine forums, most people are hooking the alternator directly to the battery to be charged, but I would like to keep my engine’s battery independent from the lifepo so there’s no chance of draining it with accessories and being stuck while solar gets it up to turnover charge, or having to jump.
Am I overthinking the problem, or can I just get 2 charge controllers and connect them both to the same battery with a bus (from solar and an inverter or 12v from the car) or should I be doing something else?
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I was able to get from a place of near homelessness to a good financial situation over the course of 8 years. The longest 8 years of my life and thinking about it brings me to tears. That experience has me terrified of making a mistake and I get frozen with indecision.
I have an emergency fund that has 14 months of savings in it. I know 6 is the recommended, but after we went through, 6 is not enough.
Now, I have started a SEP IRA - only has 15k in it and I am 100 percent invested in fxaix. With hopefully 20 years to sit, should I invest in anything else?
I started 529 for my kids. Each only has $5k in it. I get $10k a year tax credit (or deduction, not sure) for this in my state. They are 6 and 9.
I am hoping to max out my SEP IRA this year.
My question: I am struggling with what is better: pay off debt (Car 5% interest, Student loans 6 percent interest, house now at 6.1%, next year 7.1, year after 8.1. Hoping to refinance before we get to 8.1 interest).
Or, as I get money, after I max out my Sep IRA, should I be investing? Or some combination of both. Should I put more than $5k in each kids 529 regardless of the tax incentive? What happens if I lose the money?
I am so fearful of the losing my money. I do not want to be a burden to my children when I am older and I do not want to make them pay for college, if they want to go. As I write this, I am brought to tears.
I am not a huge risk taker and need financial security above all else. Does anyone think I am handling my situation incorrectly, based on the limited information I provided?
I am open to all suggestions and will research excessively. I just need to be pointed in the right direction.
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I was able to get from a place of near homelessness to a good financial situation over the course of 8 years. The longest 8 years of my life and thinking about it brings me to tears. That experience has me terrified of making a mistake and I get frozen with indecision.
I have an emergency fund that has 14 months of savings in it. I know 6 is the recommended, but after we went through, 6 is not enough.
Now, I have started a SEP IRA - only has 15k in it and I am 100 percent invested in fxaix. With hopefully 20 years to sit, should I invest in anything else?
I started 529 for my kids. Each only has $5k in it. I get $10k a year tax credit (or deduction, not sure) for this in my state. They are 6 and 9.
I am hoping to max out my SEP IRA this year.
My question: I am struggling with what is better: pay off debt (Car 5% interest, Student loans 6 percent interest, house now at 6.1%, next year 7.1, year after 8.1. Hoping to refinance before we get to 8.1 interest).
Or, as I get money, after I max out my Sep IRA, should I be investing? Or some combination of both. Should I put more than $5k in each kids 529 regardless of the tax incentive? What happens if I lose the money?
I am so fearful of the losing my money. I do not want to be a burden to my children when I am older and I do not want to make them pay for college, if they want to go. As I write this, I am brought to tears.
I am not a huge risk taker and need financial security above all else. Does anyone think I am handling my situation incorrectly, based on the limited information I provided?
I am open to all suggestions and will research excessively. I just need to be pointed in the right direction.
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2024.05.19 18:59 m4jd1 SELLING 3 TIKETS RIGHT BEHIND THE GOAL
 | Can't spell correctly or it'll get flagged. 3 tikets right behind the goal available for sale. DM me for information and any offers/bids. Premium tikets available for bidding. submitted by m4jd1 to betasquad [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/ydegw3e2ze1d1.png?width=1597&format=png&auto=webp&s=57bfb46e68d8d276986fe935c613f0ec9b90b33c |
2024.05.19 18:59 Early-Advance-5670 Sales Engineer Question
Hello All!
I've been looking at job postings and one that keeps popping up is Sales Engineer, that I am gravitating towards. However, one thing that I am concerned over is the travel.
Not because I'm against some travel, but because I don't have a license, and I am epileptic so there's a chance I could lose a license (when I get it again).
Do you guys find, as a sales engineer, you travel a lot to remote locations. Or is it generally in a place you can get to via public transit? I assume a car may be required but thought I'd ask.
Also, if so, is there a role comparable I may not be thinking of where travel may not be as required.
I am currently a Network Support Engineer, studying for my CCNP and have around 7+ years industry experience so plenty of experience, just not specifically with certain vendors in-depth. (Forti, Palo, Cisco etc.) in the last few due to the nature of my role.
Thank you,
submitted by Early-Advance-5670 to networking [link] [comments]
I've been looking at job postings and one that keeps popping up is Sales Engineer, that I am gravitating towards. However, one thing that I am concerned over is the travel.
Not because I'm against some travel, but because I don't have a license, and I am epileptic so there's a chance I could lose a license (when I get it again).
Do you guys find, as a sales engineer, you travel a lot to remote locations. Or is it generally in a place you can get to via public transit? I assume a car may be required but thought I'd ask.
Also, if so, is there a role comparable I may not be thinking of where travel may not be as required.
I am currently a Network Support Engineer, studying for my CCNP and have around 7+ years industry experience so plenty of experience, just not specifically with certain vendors in-depth. (Forti, Palo, Cisco etc.) in the last few due to the nature of my role.
Thank you,
2024.05.19 18:57 jwynne87 Vintage Chair
 | Wondering if some could help me date this chair. I bought it at a rummage sale for $20. I don’t plan on selling it but would love to know the origin if at all possible. I’ve been unlucky in finding information on Google. submitted by jwynne87 to VintageFurniture [link] [comments] |
2024.05.19 18:56 MightyRez Zole appreciation post
That 24hr > straight into a car booth sale was one of the most entertaining streams this year 4Love
submitted by MightyRez to Zoil [link] [comments]
2024.05.19 18:55 SweatyGreb My first Volvo
 | Just got my first Volvo (went with a nice spec and good condition V50) and looking at some simple upgrades for it. Got a head unit on the way so I can use Android Auto for GPS and my music. But I'd really like to do something with the headlights, in the UK upgrading the current unit to LEDs is not legal for road use, but I figured if I replaced the whole unit with one designed for LEDs that would then make it legal. submitted by SweatyGreb to Volvo [link] [comments] Does anyone know if any companies make aftermarket parts for the V50? I think it's such a lovely car and this would be such a nice upgrade which would bring it into the modern era. |
2024.05.19 18:54 antonl99 [Store] TOP TIER SHOP / CRAFTS / GEMS - 0.00 BFK Emerald/Ruby/BP/Sapp , 2x FN Dlore (one w Titan Holo on scope), MW T2 Kimonos, FN Gungnir, M9 BP/Ruby, Kara Ruby/Emerald FLAWLESS, Kara BP, MW Spearmints, Talon BP/Ruby/Sapp, 100% BFK Fade, 4x IBP AK Redline ST MW, BFK P2, FN/FT howl, HR Holo D Blaze
Hi dear friends, everything in my inventory is up for trade and up for sale.
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto/CSGOFloat.
Check out my CSGOFloat stall here, almost every high tier item is listed here: https://csfloat.com/stall/76561198021680043
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Tips to communicate with me: be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord: antonbeastskins
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/antontrades/
Trade offer: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer! Buyout
[H]
★ Butterfly Knife Emerald - FN - 0.008
★ Butterfly Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.008
AWP Gungnir - FN - 0.06127217784523964
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.03 Titan Holo Scope
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ Karambit Emerald - FN - 0.010
★ M9 Bayonet Black Pearl - FN - 0.022
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Butterfly Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.009
★ Karambit Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Karambit Black Pearl - FN - 0.007
M4A4 Howl - FN - 0.007
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - MW - 0.14
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT - 0.32
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.01
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Talon Knife Ruby - FN - 0.03
★ Talon Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 0.12
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.356
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.323
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.14 T2 Max Red
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.12
M4A4 Howl - FT - 0.328
★ Talon Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.029
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.032
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.064
★ Bayonet Sapphire - FN - 0.035
★ Flip Knife Emerald - FN - 0.068
M4A1-S Knight - FN - 0.026
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 0.004
★ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 0.126
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT - 0.257
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.012
AWP The Prince - FT - 0.189
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.025
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.018
AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.08
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.07
★ Ursus Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 0.007
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 0.15
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.001
★ Huntsman Knife Emerald - FN - 0.007
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN - 0.018
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FN - 0.061
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 0.14
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.019
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.008
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0138
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0299
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.031
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT - 0.194
★ Bayonet Gamma P2 - FN - 0.032
AWP Fade - FN - 0.014
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FN - 0.054
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 0.019
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - FT - 0.16
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN - 0.01
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 0.24
★ Skeleton Knife - - 0.38
AK-47 Jet Set - FN - 0.064
StatTrak™ AWP Containment Breach - FN - 0.036
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 0.13
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.007
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.006
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.009
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 0.03
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Fade - FN - 0.05
Sticker Crown (Foil)
submitted by antonl99 to GlobalOffensiveTrade [link] [comments]
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto/CSGOFloat.
Check out my CSGOFloat stall here, almost every high tier item is listed here: https://csfloat.com/stall/76561198021680043
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Tips to communicate with me: be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord: antonbeastskins
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/antontrades/
Trade offer: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer! Buyout
[H]
★ Butterfly Knife Emerald - FN - 0.008
★ Butterfly Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.008
AWP Gungnir - FN - 0.06127217784523964
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.03 Titan Holo Scope
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ Karambit Emerald - FN - 0.010
★ M9 Bayonet Black Pearl - FN - 0.022
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Butterfly Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.009
★ Karambit Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Karambit Black Pearl - FN - 0.007
M4A4 Howl - FN - 0.007
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - MW - 0.14
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT - 0.32
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.01
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Talon Knife Ruby - FN - 0.03
★ Talon Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 0.12
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.356
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.323
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.14 T2 Max Red
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.12
M4A4 Howl - FT - 0.328
★ Talon Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.029
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.032
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.064
★ Bayonet Sapphire - FN - 0.035
★ Flip Knife Emerald - FN - 0.068
M4A1-S Knight - FN - 0.026
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 0.004
★ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 0.126
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT - 0.257
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.012
AWP The Prince - FT - 0.189
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.025
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.018
AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.08
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.07
★ Ursus Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 0.007
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 0.15
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.001
★ Huntsman Knife Emerald - FN - 0.007
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN - 0.018
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FN - 0.061
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 0.14
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.019
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.008
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0138
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0299
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.031
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT - 0.194
★ Bayonet Gamma P2 - FN - 0.032
AWP Fade - FN - 0.014
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FN - 0.054
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 0.019
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - FT - 0.16
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN - 0.01
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 0.24
★ Skeleton Knife - - 0.38
AK-47 Jet Set - FN - 0.064
StatTrak™ AWP Containment Breach - FN - 0.036
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 0.13
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.007
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.006
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.009
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 0.03
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Fade - FN - 0.05
Sticker Crown (Foil)
2024.05.19 18:54 antonl99 [Store] TOP TIER SHOP / CRAFTS / GEMS - 0.00 BFK Emerald/Ruby/BP/Sapp , 2x FN Dlore (one w Titan Holo on scope), MW T2 Kimonos, FN Gungnir, M9 BP/Ruby, Kara Ruby/Emerald FLAWLESS, Kara BP, MW Spearmints, Talon BP/Ruby/Sapp, 100% BFK Fade, 4x IBP AK Redline ST MW, BFK P2, FN/FT howl, HR Holo D Blaze
Hi dear friends, everything in my inventory is up for trade and up for sale.
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto/CSGOFloat.
Check out my CSGOFloat stall here, almost every high tier item is listed here: https://csfloat.com/stall/76561198021680043
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Tips to communicate with me: be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord: antonbeastskins
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/antontrades/
Trade offer: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer! Buyout
[H]
★ Butterfly Knife Emerald - FN - 0.008
★ Butterfly Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.008
AWP Gungnir - FN - 0.06127217784523964
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.03 Titan Holo Scope
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ Karambit Emerald - FN - 0.010
★ M9 Bayonet Black Pearl - FN - 0.022
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Butterfly Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.009
★ Karambit Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Karambit Black Pearl - FN - 0.007
M4A4 Howl - FN - 0.007
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - MW - 0.14
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT - 0.32
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.01
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Talon Knife Ruby - FN - 0.03
★ Talon Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 0.12
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.356
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.323
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.14 T2 Max Red
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.12
M4A4 Howl - FT - 0.328
★ Talon Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.029
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.032
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.064
★ Bayonet Sapphire - FN - 0.035
★ Flip Knife Emerald - FN - 0.068
M4A1-S Knight - FN - 0.026
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 0.004
★ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 0.126
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT - 0.257
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.012
AWP The Prince - FT - 0.189
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.025
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.018
AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.08
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.07
★ Ursus Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 0.007
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 0.15
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.001
★ Huntsman Knife Emerald - FN - 0.007
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN - 0.018
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FN - 0.061
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 0.14
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.019
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.008
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0138
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0299
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.031
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT - 0.194
★ Bayonet Gamma P2 - FN - 0.032
AWP Fade - FN - 0.014
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FN - 0.054
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 0.019
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - FT - 0.16
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN - 0.01
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 0.24
★ Skeleton Knife - - 0.38
AK-47 Jet Set - FN - 0.064
StatTrak™ AWP Containment Breach - FN - 0.036
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 0.13
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.007
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.006
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.009
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 0.03
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Fade - FN - 0.05
Sticker Crown (Foil)
submitted by antonl99 to Csgotrading [link] [comments]
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto/CSGOFloat.
Check out my CSGOFloat stall here, almost every high tier item is listed here: https://csfloat.com/stall/76561198021680043
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Tips to communicate with me: be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord: antonbeastskins
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/antontrades/
Trade offer: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer! Buyout
[H]
★ Butterfly Knife Emerald - FN - 0.008
★ Butterfly Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.008
AWP Gungnir - FN - 0.06127217784523964
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.03 Titan Holo Scope
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ Karambit Emerald - FN - 0.010
★ M9 Bayonet Black Pearl - FN - 0.022
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Butterfly Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.009
★ Karambit Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Karambit Black Pearl - FN - 0.007
M4A4 Howl - FN - 0.007
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - MW - 0.14
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT - 0.32
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.01
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Talon Knife Ruby - FN - 0.03
★ Talon Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 0.12
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.356
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.323
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.14 T2 Max Red
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.12
M4A4 Howl - FT - 0.328
★ Talon Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.029
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.032
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.064
★ Bayonet Sapphire - FN - 0.035
★ Flip Knife Emerald - FN - 0.068
M4A1-S Knight - FN - 0.026
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 0.004
★ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 0.126
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT - 0.257
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.012
AWP The Prince - FT - 0.189
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.025
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.018
AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.08
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.07
★ Ursus Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 0.007
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 0.15
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.001
★ Huntsman Knife Emerald - FN - 0.007
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN - 0.018
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FN - 0.061
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 0.14
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.019
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.008
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0138
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0299
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.031
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT - 0.194
★ Bayonet Gamma P2 - FN - 0.032
AWP Fade - FN - 0.014
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FN - 0.054
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 0.019
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - FT - 0.16
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN - 0.01
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 0.24
★ Skeleton Knife - - 0.38
AK-47 Jet Set - FN - 0.064
StatTrak™ AWP Containment Breach - FN - 0.036
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 0.13
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.007
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.006
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.009
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 0.03
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Fade - FN - 0.05
Sticker Crown (Foil)
2024.05.19 18:54 ConcertTourMerch Really the 🔌
 | submitted by ConcertTourMerch to mariahthescientist [link] [comments] |