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Where can I buy plane tickets with bitcoin?

I need to buy some plane tickets and hate having to exchange my btc to paypal or something else to be able to buy them. is there a good website (most I've seen look like a scam) where I can pay with btc? Thanks!
EDIT: I ended up using destinia.com. great website, fantastic customer service! and of course, BTC payment.
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Tried buying plane tickets for vacation with bitcoin via Destinia.com. Won't be doing that again...

Round trip tickets from Destinia.com. Heard they accepted Bitcoin so was excited to use a bit of the currency. Everything went smoothly, right up until I sent the coins from my Gemini account through Bitpay app (used by Destinia). After a minute wait, I get a web page error saying "Your recent payment to Destinia SL was underpaid". Mind you, I sent the amount shown to me by Bitpay exactly.
I get a "Request Refund" button that wants to send bitcoins back to an address, which is nearly $30 dollars less than what I sent.
My portfolio is 94% bitcoin and I really want it to be the future standard we accept. However if technical solutions are being outpaced by mass adoption, we're going to have a very bad time.
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Bitcoin vs Gold

As gold hits $2000 and investors rush to buy, I still don't understand what its good for aside for storing wealth? What is the average person going to do with a few ounces of gold (if they every actually receive it from the central banks).
And then there is bitcoin. It is a store of value and you can buy a plane ticket with it (or various other goods online)
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Reminder: Jews have real life time machines and want me to think that particle accelerators are time machines

Helloooooooo, it's me Satan/the devil again. Thought I would post another reminder about the jews having real life time machines which they have been showing off to me using their "media" (mostly).
Here's the documentary again, which I found on amazon primevideo after already coming to the conclusion that particle accelerators might actually be time machines.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0867212/
If particle accelerators are actually time machines, my mother may have actually received a tour of the large hadron collider, because she has been to both France and Switzerland during the same trip and my brother even lives in one of ze countries now. The official reason for her visit was to attend a "patent" conferance. 🤷‍♂️
Dialogue from the Ark Society level of Hitman 2 which mentions "patents" - https://streamable.com/chxs6p
"You see they are sitting on some patents that will knock your socks off."
"Weather control systems."
"Recycling pollution as fuel."
"Cold fusion. You name it."
Satan is naming their time machines too. 🤣
Anyway, she visited one of zose countries again (to visit my brother) and that too without telling me. I told her not to go because of the expensive plane tickets (she has been pretending to be "poor" all these years. well, not THAT poor. "middle class" poor. 🤣). I certainly considered the plane tickets expensive. It cost more than 1 lakh rupees (1,00,000) for a two way trip (which I considered to be a lot at that time). So if I would have gone too, it would have been more than 2 lakh rupees ( rupees are also jewish apparently ). Money that could have been spent on other things (jews have been emailing Satan recently with suggestions like "spend money on experiences, not things". 🤣). Of course, now I think money and the financial system is fake and designed exclusively for Satan but only YOU will know whether that is the case or not. 🤷‍♂️
Oh, and because she was planning on going without telling me, she even agreed to give me some "mummy money" (20,000 rupees) to buy some "pyramid scheme money" (bitcoin) which I then used to buy an antminer s1. Pretty neat pyramid scheme, huh? Has cool miners and everything. 🤣
Anyway because they have time machines, jews not only know what I am "sinking about" right now, but they also know what I will be "sinking about" in the future. 🤣 Check my previous posts and reminders about their mass surveillance tech if you don't know what I am talking about (once again assuming/pretending that everyone in the world doesn't already know who I am and already know about the existence of time machines and other advanced tech). 🤷‍♂️

Moar Satanic Rambling

I mentioned amazon above. They recently VERY actively participated in the "Q psyop" by showing the following riddle to Satan/me in a "riddle quiz" (or whatever you want to call it) that they had in the "fun zone" section of their app. Here's the riddle as I remember it.
"I usually follow Q. But not in QATAR. I come twice in queue. What letter am I?"
I bet they were hoping that I would correctly answer it, but I unintentionally answered it incorrectly as "E". Otherwise it was supposed to be "U". You know, "QU". "Q you". Calling me Q. Q from LGBTQ. 😐
Anyway, I didn't even look at the list of answers properly and had very quickly decided that the answer was "E" because in my mind I imagined the letters going from left to right (in a queue 🤣) and the answer would have been "E" in that case. The letter "E" would have been following "Q". By the way, there is no "E" in any of my real life names but there is one in "JEW". 🤣 Maybe that's why a jewess was pretending to be a bot and other jews were referring to her as EBOT in the Q research 8chan board (mentioned in one of my old posts). They were spelling "ABOT" as "EBOT". 🤣🤷‍♂️
I am also guessing that "QATAR" in the above riddle is supposed to mean something since it was in all caps. "Q a rat" maybe (country names are fake apparently, as I mentioned in my previous post)? Like the rat from the movie Ratatouille? 🤣 Even my mother was once mispronouncing Qatar as "Quatar", and I corrected her saying it's QAtar and not QUatar. But yes, once again, "QU" or "QUA" (Q you, A). 😐 Like I mentioned in my previous post, I now believe she is also a "psyop" participant and she continues to actively participate in the psyop.
Just recently she threw away a pack of masala powder just to make me angry. I had already started cooking when I realized that the pack was missing. At first I thought she may have just hidden it, so I searched everywhere but when I couldn't find it I realized she had mostly likely thrown it away. I am not talking to her at all right now (for obvious reasons 😐) but did manage to indicate that I was angry because of the missing masala powder (not that she didn't already know. it was part of the "plan". trust the plan. 🤣) and she eventually admitted that she had thrown it away, apparently because the pack was "completely open". There were long expired packs of various masala powders lying around (still are) that were actually "completely open" that she didn't bother to throw out but she threw away a brand new pack that I had bought. 🤷‍♂️
Should also mention that everytime I brought up the "psyop", her dialogue was something like, "Internet people are tricksing you-internet people are tricksing you". 🤣🤷‍♂️ "Internet people" are "tricksing" me apparently. 🤣 Well, I am translating but she was using the word "tricks". 🤷‍♂️
I believe I have also figured out what one of my real life names actually means. One is supposed to be calling me an "objectophile" (like "QU". "Objectophile U".) and the other one (the one in my birth certificate, ID cards, etc.) is supposed to mean something like "You are a fool/simpleton, devil". Any jew here willing to confirm? 🤣
Anyway, as jews already know, I think it's okay to be a fool/simpletion but not okay to be evil. Who goes to hell? A fool/simpleton or someone who is evil? <- "Q" style questions. 🤣
As I mentioned in my previous posts, I believe ALL jews are evil. Especially if all of them indeed know who I am and have been watching me all these years. 😐 Someone was even posting on 8chan saying something like, "we are not evil. promise...". Watch a compilation of everything you have done to Satan all these years if in doubt about the fact that you are evil. I am assuming you have recordings. Or did the jewesses who run the jew world delete them from the face of the Earth and are now claiming that some of the things that I have been "sinking" about never happened?
Other than that they have continued to do shit like male genital mutilation and abortions despite having time machines and knowing in advance that Satan will be anti-male genital mutilation and anti-abortion. Assuming that abortion is real of course. I haven't seen it with my own eyes after all (just like my mother says that she DOES NOT believe that god exists just because she hasn't seen god with her own eyes. heard the same thing from others. 🤣). I even remember someone posting pro-abortion shit in the 8chan Q research board. Something along the lines of "if you want to buy a gun, do it. your choice, pro-choice...". How about "if you want to do the apocalypse, do it. your choice pro-choice", hmmm? Besides, jewesses who have had abortions could have "chosen" to not have sex. If abortions are real, I am guessing there are many jewesses out there who have had abortions by the time they were 30.
Satan is 30 years old in his current human form and is a virgin. 🤣 Even the "Virgin" brand is referring to Satan. Yes? Also figured out recently that the "Coca Cola" brand is referring to Satan also. Bought an "(allocacoc)[https://www.allocacoc.com] powercube" and found the name odd initially but realized that it was Coca Cola spelled backwards with an extra "L" and knew it was supposed to mean something. Later saw one of those "coke and mentos" videos on youtube again and finally realized what it is supposed to mean. "Coca Cola" is supposed to be "A Cola Coc". "Cola" is supposed to be "কলা". It's supposed to be referring to Satan's dick. That's why there were those "muh dick-muh dick-muh dick" posts on the 8chan Q research board. Yes? 😐
Anyway, if the "Coca Cola" brand was indeed established in the year stated in wikipedia then it would seem that the jews have had time machines for the past 100 years at least.
I have also realized that "muh dick" is also partially mutilated and my mother lied to me about that also. Claimed to have taken me to the nurse because she noticed "pus" was coming out of my dick and the nurse did some "cutting". Said that there would have been "कष्ट" after marriage otherwise. Had no idea at the time what she was talking about, but perhaps she meant that a lesbian jewess might have found my unmutilated dick "ugly"? 🤣 Watch that "Nip/Tuck" episode#Episodes) and that "South Park" episode defending male genital mutilation if you have no idea what I am talking about.
What if jews force their senior citizen parents to get a face lift, nose job, liposuction, or whatever without anaesthesia? And say shit like "we are only doing it to make you look beautiful so that you don't have any "कष्ट" if you decide to get married/remarried or so that you are invited to more lemon parties"? 🤣 They can use their mind control tech to wipe the memory of the surgery afterwards if necessary (or use roofies if they are real 🤣). Can even invite people to witness the surgery and they can say "mazel tov", "oy vey", or whatever it is they say after a "bris".
Now, I don't know if "brises" are real because I haven't seen one with my own eyes. I have however seen a "fully mutilated" dick when I was a kid (3rd grade). It was in the school (a different school, not the one I mentioned in my previous post) bathroom which was just a "shed" with a drain in it (was the female bathroom also just a shed with a drain in it? There was even a South Park episode about school bathrooms but in their case the bathroom wasn't just a "shed" now, was it? 🤣). Anyway, I assumed that I had seen a catheter "wrapped" around his dick as I had heard about catheters by then but did not know what they looked like or how they worked. I asked the kid why his dick looked different assuming that he would confirm my theory that he was peeing using a catheter. But he replied saying that it's because he is "muslim". It was an odd explanation I thought, and even asked my mother that day and she didn't bother to explain it either.
Even after that incident I didn't know about "male genital mutilation" for years. But eventually "real time" told me. But even then I didn't know that even my dick was partially mutilated but "real time" has now told me about that too. 🤷‍♂️
Well, jews were also posting a "render" (I think) of an unmutilated dick on 8chan and someone on voat replied to a comment of mine saying something like "No one actually knows what an unmutilated dick looks like" which I only recently saw. Could have just said something like, "Your dick is mutilated too, Satan" but whatever. 🤷‍♂️

Video games

Already mentioned a video game above, but will be mentioning moar video games here under this heading. As I mentioned in my previous post, they are also using their time machines when making video games. I also mentioneded that I could be living in a simulation for all I know and you could all be NPCs. Later I remembered a video game that I didn't play just because the story/plot had "simulation" in it. I then checked out the plot again on wikipedia and noticed that it mentions "time travel" also. 🤣
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saints_Row_IV
The game's loyalty missions impact the ending of the story: if a number of these are not completed, the Boss makes plans for the Saints to take over more planets and expand their new empire; however, if all are completed, the Saints learn that they can restore Earth using time-travel, discovering that Zinyak captured several historical figures and placed them in suspended animation. The Boss soon discovers one of them to be 19th century writer Jane Austen, whom they are a fan of, and who reveals herself as the narrator of the game's story once she is awaken her from stasis.
There's also the following DLC where Satan is mentioned. 🤣
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saints_Row:_Gat_out_of_Hell
I have both the game and the DLC in my Steam library but have never played them. I bought them during a sale or something. They were being sold as a bundle (Humble Bundle maybe) but I was only interested in Saints Row The Third.
I should also mention The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. The game has some cannibal witches who eat kids (they ate grown ups too; they didn't discriminate. 🤣). And the witches were shown to possess "mass surveillance" capabilities, but they were using magic. They would nail human ears to trees or something. Satan chose to free that tree spirit the first time he played that mission but later noticed the tree spirit did not get rid of those "ladies" for some reason. Plot hole?
Anyway, I read right here on /conspiracy that jews apparently eat aborted babies. It was the "Robert David Steele AMA" I believe.
Were you jews hoping to tell me that you don't really eat aborted babies and I only believed it because I am gullible? There was even a South Park episode recently where there was the dialogue "well, we don't eat them...", but they were talking about cows. Were they actually talking about aborted babies? There was also the dialogue "...nobody wants to do it...". Nobody wants to do abortions but do them anyway because jewesses auto-magically get pregnant (like Satan used to think when he was a kid)? Also, there is a dialogue in a "Penny Dreadful") episode where a witch who does abortions and is called a "cut-wife" says something like "this village needs its cut-wife...". Why did the village need a "cut-wife"? Because the jewesses living there were auto-magically getting pregnant even though they didn't have sex? 🤔
Unforuntately for the jewesses who run the jew world (who are no doubt like those "ladies" of the wood), there are also stories like (Hansel and Gretel)[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hansel_and_Gretel]. Even my own mother used to try and scare me when I was a kid saying things like "juju buris (বুড়ি) kidnap kids in burlap sacks..." or something. 🤷‍♂️

TV Shows

Already mentioned TV Shows above, but will mention more here.
I recently remembered the cartoon "Pinky and the Brain" and realized they are also supposed to be depicting Satan. Check out the opening theme and the lyrics - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzZmU0aGmcc
They even show Saturn crashing into Earth during the part where they sing "by the dawning of the sun, they will take over the world". 🤣 There's also "to prove their mousey worth, they will overthrow the earth...". 🤣 Satan is dinky apparently. 🤷‍♂️
At the end of the opening theme there is even the name of an openly-jew jew mentioned ("Steven Spielberg"). If you are a "poor" jew who doesn't know about the existence of time machines and other advanced tech that "rich" jews have, maybe you can ask him what he knows.🤷‍♂️
Also mentioned in my previous posts that I am also supposed to be Jesus and there is this scene from an episode of The Simpsons - https://streamable.com/oumsad
The scene was actually censored when airing on a local TV channel and I even mentioned it to a desi jewess who was "sent" to chat with me. Looking at "muh chatlogs" is how I remembered that scene. 🤣
The jewess was trying to pretend to be psychic or something. She was even telling me about my future which I had totally forgotten about. I did remember that she asked me if I believe in "astral projection". I said no, so she dropped the subject. Otherwise I am guessing she would have claimed to be able to see me using "astral projection" and not because all jews are watching me like Truman from The Truman Show.
I also remember another jewess who was "sent" to chat with me and she was asking me if I had read Harry Potter and knew what a "prophecy" was. When I said yes and used "भविष्यवाणी " to define "prophecy" she dropped the subject. 🤣 She was claiming to be studying to be a psycho-logist and was repeatedly asking me "How do you feel-How do you feel". 🤣 I had no idea what she meant at the time, but now I know (thanks to "real time") that it's just something that psycho-logists say. 🤣 No doubt that was the first thing she learnt at "psycho-logy school". 🤣 Satan is a psycho apparently. 🤣🤷‍♂️
Oh yes, I was talking about The Simpsons. I remember seeing posts right here on /conspiracy speculating whether The Simpsons creators know about the existence of real life time machines because many episodes seem to depict future events. Well, no need to speculate any longer, they do have real life time machines. But it's not just The Simpsons creators. It's all jews. Be it Hollywood, Bollywood, Tollywood, etc. Maybe you can even ask them during comic-con or something if you are a "poor" jew and do not know about the existence of real life time machines.
I now also believe that the boat painting in The Simpsons living room is based on something that Satan painted not long after the shit stick incident. After the shit stick incident that I mentioned in my previous post, my mother agreed to reconnect our TV cable connection on the condition that I attend a religious summer school. That's where I painted a ship which was supposed to be like the ships from Assassins Creed Black Flag. It was supposed to be an art "class" but there was only one and they were like "paint whatever you want to paint". Were they expecting Satan to paint something Satanic? 🤣 I remember the kid next to me was painting an alien. Large sheet of paper but he was painting a small alien in the middle of it leaving the rest of the sheet blank. 🤷‍♂️
Anyway, in case of The Simpsons, the painting is that of "a boat" (wink-wink-nudge-nudge?) but it's very similar to the ship painting that I painted. If you really do not know about the existence of time machines and other advanced tech maybe you can even ask the creators of The Simpsons (in the next comic con or something). You can say something like "a conspiracy nut on /conspiracy claiming to be Satan was also claiming that you have real life time machines and the boat painting is based on something he painted at a religious summer school after a shit stick incident and that you got rid of the Apu character because he wanted The Simpsons cancelled because he got the impression that you were being anti-Trump and pro-Hillary...". 🤣🤷‍♂️
Anyway, there was even a kid at the above mentioned summer school who was pronouncing "cheat codes" incorrectly. He was pronouncing "cheat" as "kheat". Was he acting like the actors from Truman Show and reading his lines from an "eyephone" teleprompter? Or was it intentional? 🤷‍♂️ By the way, the downstairs neighbours' kids were also there in that summer school and they would have at least heard the shit stick incident. Yes? I believe they also knew about the "psyop" and could have told Satan but didn't. How are you jews trained to participate in the "psyop" anyway? Are you sen't to special "psyop schools"? 🤣🤷‍♂️
In one of my previous posts that was deleted by a mod, a jew had commented asking me whether I was a little girl because I had used so many "emojis", so let me mention the cartoon "The Grimm Adventures of Billy and Mandy" also. All three of the main characters are also supposed to be depicting Satan, including Mandy. Check out her devil horns like hairstyle. 🤣
There is also this song from the show. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yui4zkZQwCA
It has the lyrics "if at first they think it's strange, they wont think twice once I've eaten their brains".
Jews thought that if Satan thinks all the evil shit they do is "strange", Satan wont think twice after they manage to figuratively eat his brain? They were also posting this image on 8chan. Yes, Satan has been "fucked by psyops" because physical wounds heal apparently. Not that jews haven't caused physical wounds also but they always end up healing. 🤣

Movies

Scene from the movie "My Favorite Martian" referring to Satan's zipper incident - https://streamable.com/n3e30i
Was four or five years old when it happened. The zipper of the shorts that I was wearing, got stuck on my partially mutilated foreskin. I was crying in pain even though there was no bleeding. Jews most likely have a recording of this incident also (if they haven't deleted). Later the same nurse who most likely mutilated my dick was telling me to wear underpants as if I could conjure them out of thin air.
I didn't wear underpants back then and didn't even for years after that incident. Now I wear "square" underpants, which is why there is "Spongebob Squarepants" (I am also supposed to be Patrick). 🤣
Anyway, jews know about the zipper incident too but are continuing to perform male genital mutilations anyway. Yes? Perhaps they are like, "another benefit of having a fully mutilated dick is that you don't have to worry about zipper issues". 🤣🤷‍♂️

Music

Jews are using their time machines even in the music they produce.
My motorcycle that I mentioned in my previous post was seized by the cops (I used to think that the local cops are useless but now I think that they are just fake) using "Coronavirus" as an excuse. And when recently looking at the details of the "Foghat" album "The Best of Foghat", I noticed the song with the title "Third Time Lucky (First Time I Was A Fool)". I have been to the cops twice to get back my seized motorcycle. First time I went was on April 1 (april fools day). I was planning on not going a third time and just let the fake cops keep my motorcycle. After all, they are jews, the motorcycle was made by jews and even the money I used to buy the motorcycle was "jew money". And I noticed that there is also the song with the title "Take It Or Leave It". 🤣 Oh, and now I see that there is also one with the title "Easy Money". 🤣
The name "Foghat" itself is most likely referring to how Satan's helmet gets foggy sometimes. Yes? 🤔🤷‍♂️
Anyway, wasn't able to pass much time with the bike anyway. It was only making me spend fake jew money on fake expensive fuel. Not to mention the trips to the service center. It needs servicing every three months apparently. So, I am thinking I will leave it with the fake cops. What do you jews think? Is it a good plan? Trust the plan? 🤔
Oh yes, the second time when I went to the cops, they gave me a phone number and asked me to call it (I didn't) and also gave me a fake name when I asked for one. Which I now think is supposed to mean "You are Satan, pal", kinda like that South Park episode about mormonism ("moronism"; Satan is a moron apparently; Amaron) where Cartman was like "My name is Yura, Yura Fag". 🤣 If yes, then here is a message for the fake cop who gave Satan the fake name, "Satan is not your pal, gal". 🤣
Yes, the second time the fake male cops were gone and there were only two jewesses. The male cops are in "isolation" apparently. 🤣 I was wondering if I should have shown them that clip from The Simpsons where Chief Wiggum says something like, "look at my badge. cash bribes only..." because most of them are fat or chubby. And because I used to think that all the local cops were good for was scaring and threatening people and asking for bribes. 🤣 The second time there was only one male cop (a gatekeeper or something, who got brave and was rude to Satan) and this time they made sure that it was not a fat one. 🤣 Anyway, I can make fun of the fake fat cops (many of whom have "pregnant" bellies. men and women are equal so men are also able to get pregnant. those cops were actually pregnant. yes? 🤣) just by "sinking" about it. How cool is that? 🤣
I also remember that South Park episode now where they were calling bikers "fags"). Original air date is 2009 whereas Satan bought his bike in 2019. So yes, you can ask them about the existence of real life time machines and other advanced tech also. 🤷‍♂️
Recently Satan has been passing the time "code monkeying". That's why the 8chan administrator is called "code monkey", yes? I have been playing with "CodeIgniter" and there is "psyopy" content even in the "CodeIgniter" documentation.
use CodeIgniter\Controller;
class Helloworld extends Controller { public function index() { echo 'Hello World!'; }
public function comment() { echo 'I am not flat!'; } }
Yeah, the world is not flat apparently but since I haven't seen it with my own eyes I probably should not believe that it's round. Yes? 🤣🤷‍♂️
Well it doesn't really matter if the world is round or "flat". What matters is that if everyone in the world knows me then unfortunately for you, you are all evil. And it's actually more unfortunate for you if you are not NPCs. You know what I am sayin'?
By the way, is Satan's "Mann ki Baat" being broadcast to everyone in the world uncensored or should he write down more of his "mann ki baat"? 🤔 Like how he has been "sinking" to Ubisoft whether the "apocalypse" comes under "everything is permitted". Feel free to comment here with your reply Ubisoft.
Mind-wiped Satan now thinks total apocalypse (get it? total apocalypse. kinda like total eclipse but apocalypse instead of eclipse) is necessary and since he is addicted to TV shows, movies, video games and the internet apparently (all jew media), it would be the unselfish thing to do (assuming it's up to him to do the apocalypse). Yes?
Satan has been trying to be "sober" though. No TV shows, movies or video games for the past two months. Did not renew his 100mbps internet connection either. Let's see how long the lockdown can continue. 🤣🤷‍♂️
It's Saturday and Satan managed to spend hours writing the above post. 🤣
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How can I protect my mother from being preyed upon by a scam artist?

I’m not sure this is the right sub but I’m desperate and you guys are crazy smart.
This will be long and I’m very sorry in advance. My mother is almost 70, and she recently joined Instagram to follow my family as we have moved to another state recently for a job. She loves seeing the pictures and likes to follow other accounts that are mostly family or dogs.
She has a few different mental illnesses that she can live with if she takes her meds, however those same meds seem to have impacted her critical thinking skills and her memory to a degree. She has always fallen for what she calls “business opportunities” which are in reality pyramid schemes or just outright scams. She has lost tens of thousands of dollars. She owns a couple rental properties which I mostly dealt with when I was younger, until I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. She survives with those and is always trying to help single moms, as she was one, or anyone down on their luck. She has been taken advantage of a LOT.
However, over the past five years, she has mentally gone downhill and has become even easier prey. My aunt and her church are her biggest support systems locally but she doesn’t tell anyone everything. She hides a lot and if anyone says anything to disagree, she will put them on an info diet or just cut them off. One tenant “works” for her doing side jobs but she just blindly trusts him and pays what he asks for no apparent work. He told her that he needed a car but couldn’t get a loan so she went out and BOUGHT HIM A CAR with cash that I think must have come from her retirement. He was supposed to pay her a monthly payment but he rarely does and she put the title in his name.
She has fallen for people online who tell her they’re men, usually single fathers, and are wealthy and tell her all the nice things and pay attention to her. Then she ends up buying them a plane ticket or buying presents for their alleged children or whatever. Once the money dries up, or they get what they want, they disappear. A couple of them proposed to her (never having met in person of course) and she accepted. A couple years ago, she texted me excited about her wedding to one of these men and that she had “finally found (me) a daddy”. I replied back that I was 35 years old and did not need a daddy. I stopped hearing of this person and she let it slip later that she had paid for his plane ticket but then he disappeared.
Now, this is happening again. Someone on Instagram contacted her right after she got on there and has spun this whole lie again. He (I will refer to this person as a he just for ease) has convinced her that he is a single father in love with her. He has told her that he is a 41-year-old man who lives in California but immigrated from Italy and has said European men love older women. He said he immigrated to marry a woman in America and they had a child and so he is now a citizen. But that the woman and he divorced and she and their son are now living in Australia. He told her he was a contractor in a city in CA. When I searched his alleged name, no contractors came up by that so then he said he was a civil engineer. Now he’s telling her he is applying for a job in Denmark but is having trouble purchasing something to apply and needs Bitcoin.
The amount of craziness that my mother is believing is insane to me. My aunt, my husband (who is also 41) and I have been pointing out all the red flags and I got her to finally watch several episodes of Catfish to try to get her to understand how people can fake pictures, social media, etc. It didn’t really work. He told her that their relationship is affected negatively by her telling people and so now he’s telling her to cut off her family.
I see this person’s account as one she follows on Instagram. I don’t know how to stop her giving this person money or stop her heart from being broken again. She ignores all of us and is ready to cut us all off. She is already having money trouble and will have nothing left for her remaining years. Is there any way I can expose this person or report them or anything? My aunt thinks she would be suicidal if this person broke up with her or disappeared so I have to be very careful. It is so hard for us all to watch this and I’m hoping someone can tell me how to protect her or how to prove “he” is fake. Thanks for reading.
TL;DR My older mother is being preyed upon by a scam artist. How do I help her?
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In 2012 I Met a Possessed Couch

I’ve been losing sleep. I don’t think I’m particularly special in that regard, I think everyone has been losing sleep these days. A global pandemic tends to do that to people. Yet the thing that has been keeping me awake isn’t the virus. I’ve been losing sleep over an old couch I once crossed paths with.
It’s been eight years, I want to believe that I’ve put the past behind me, but being locked in a house for a couple of weeks has made it impossible to not dwell on the past. The memory of the couch started off as a fleeting thought over my morning coffee, but as days have turned into weeks that memory has grown into a distinct vision of madness. What I saw during those three drunken nights in December of 2012 has become an unavoidable part of reality. I can’t rest until I process it.
So since we have a nice little Internet campfire going here I figured I would tell you guys a story. Hopefully it will let me put this whole part of my past to rest and maybe it will take your mind off of what is happening outside. So kick back and let me tell you a tale of love and loss, of broken teenage hearts, of surviving in a crumbling world. Let me tell you a story about the couch that tried to seduce me.

I was nineteen, hung-over and heartbroken. I was also stuck in a foreign country. Well, to call Estonia a foreign country would be a bit of a long shot, I had lived there for a good five years of my life. It was in Estonia that I lived out most of my teenage years. This was where I had smoked my first cigarette, had my first drink, fell in love for the first time. I was dragged in when I was thirteen by my parents; they had business in Tallinn and wherever they went I went. At eighteen, when my parent’s contracts ran out, I was forced back home. Their business with Estonia was done. Mine was not. By nineteen I was back.
As soon as I got off the plane I turned my phone on and checked my messages. She didn’t write to me. My soul, positioned somewhere slightly above my abdomen, twitched in discomfort. It was a familiar twitch, I had felt it in the bus to the airport, I had felt it in the security check, I had felt it when I boarded the flight to Tallinn and as soon as I got off the plane the twitch was back with a vengeance. The discomfort I was feeling in my chest was a realization. It was the realization that I had emptied out most of my already slim bank account on a one-way ticket halfway across the continent to see my old high-school sweetheart who wasn’t interested in seeing me. It was the realization that as much as I consciously knew the trip was a bad idea, I couldn’t resist going. I dragged my feet towards the arrivals hall.
When it became obvious that Saale was dodging my messages I panicked. There was no place for me to crash, I had no money for a flight, hell, I had no money for food. As I boarded the plane to Estonia I sent off a panicked text message to my old band-mate: ‘Made horrible mistake. Landing in Tallinn in three hours. Can I crash at yours?’ Within two minutes there was a reply: ‘OK. Will come with Maarja. See you soon.’ Karl wasn’t very chatty, but he was always there when needed.
The two of them were waiting for me as soon as I walked out into the arrival hall. They barely changed. Karl was still a giant of man. His long hair had gotten longer and the beard he had rocked since seventeen had gotten thicker, the guy looked like Jesus on steroids if Jesus was really into heavy metal and wore glasses. Next to Karl stood Maarja, she wore a garish yellow coat. The pink streak in her hair she’d been so proud of back in middle school was pinker than ever.
“JAAMEEES! YOU’RE BACK!” Maarja yelled in her high-pitched faux-English accent before nearly tackling me to the ground. “It’s been too long honey! Too long!” She hadn’t changed a bit since I left the country. Maarja was still a pint-sized bolt of energy. The two of them made for an odd couple.
“Welcome back, Friend,” Karl said after Maarja was done squeezing me. He wasn’t one for physical contact, Karl settled on a simple pat on the shoulder that challenged my entire skeletal structure. The three of us made our way outside to catch a bus to the center. Even after living in Estonia for five years I still wasn’t used to the winters. As soon as we walked out into the sub-zero temperature I felt decidedly like a foreigner.
We caught up on the small things while we waited for the bus. Karl and Maarja had officially moved in together, the band that Karl and me started up in high-school had broken up, Maarja was in the process of getting a bachelors degree of psychology and Karl was really into some crypto-currency stuff that went completely over my head. I couldn’t get much out of me; the cold was taking a real toll on my system. Whenever I opened my mouth to talk about my miserable little life I simply ended up chattering my teeth. As soon as we got on the bus I threw myself at the nearest heating vent.
“So, James,” Maarja said as soon as we got on the bus, “You still talk to Saale?” When I turned away from the heater to face her she froze, “I mean, we don’t have to talk about, forget I asked.”
“Do I look that bad?”
While Maarja searched for a diplomatic answer Karl stepped in with his special brand of honesty, “You look very tired and unhappy.”
“Well, I am happy to see you guys and I am excited to be here, but, yeah,” I decided to get the conversation out of the way, “We tried two months of long-distance, but Skype only gets you so far. Broke up in late July. After we split we agreed to not talk for a couple of months, to give each other some time to clear the system and all that. Keeping radio silence was hard at first but after a couple of weeks I started to get used to it. I was learning to live without her. Things were starting to straighten up, I even took a stab at dating but when the holidays rolled around the loneliness came back. On Christmas I figured I’d throw Saale a holiday message. She wrote back. We started chatting on a daily basis.”
The bus bounced through my old neighborhood. Memories of my drunken youth jumped at me from every corner, most of those memories involved Saale. “Last night we got pretty drunk,” I continued, “Things got flirty. We started talking about what we would do if we weren’t half a continent away from each other. She mentioned her parents were out of town until the end of January on some sort of an anniversary trip. I offered to fly in. She told me I should. Now I’m here.”
“She changed her mind?” Karl asked.
“She didn’t think I was serious about flying over. Didn’t exactly check with her before I bought the ticket. She flipped out when I got it, told me to get a refund and then hung up on me when I insisted on meeting up. She hasn’t answered any of my messages since.” A part of me felt good to get the story out of my system but saying it out loud just added to the absurdity. I could have not bought the ticket, I could have gotten a refund, I could have not gotten on that plane. Everything could have been avoided, but nineteen year old me leaped at the opportunity for a grand romantic gesture like a hungry animal.
“Very strange,” Karl finally said after considering my story. He shot a look over to Maarja, as if she was the ambassador to all women-kind, “Very strange, right?”
Maarja shrugged.
Maarja’s house was the crown jewel of my high-school social life. It was a three-apartment unit that was built at some point before the world wars. This place was old, as you would walk around the little apartment it would creak, but it made for a perfect party place. Maarja had inherited the apartment from her grandma at sixteen; the Estonians saw child rearing as a fairly independent process. If she couldn’t survive on her own at sixteen she probably couldn’t make it at thirty, a bit of responsibility would prepare her for the frigid world outside. Maarja used her newly found independence to throw the biggest house parties that the neighborhood had ever seen.
Maarja’s place was perfect for booze filled gatherings. It was spacious enough to hold any drinking game we could dream up, there was a nice terrace for smoking and the neighbors were either deaf, completely apathetic about teenage drinking or both. As soon as the front door opened I was assaulted by memories.
Visions of drunken nights on the floor of the living room, of hung-over mornings of the kitchen; the old apartment breathed with the past. For a split second a wave of gratitude for a youth well spent washed over me, but then I remembered that each of those fond memories had an element I wanted to block out. Most of the fun I had in the apartment had been with Saale by my side.
Maarja and Karl still slept on an old mattress on the floor, the walls were still covered with cut outs of boy-bands that Maarja had stuck to the wall in her tweens. The only thing that changed about their bedroom was the addition of a massive computer rig on the table. There were strange ventilators and cooling tubes and blinking lights, the machine looked like something straight out of a sci-fi flick.
“That’s my mining rig,” Karl said proudly. I nodded as if I understood what he was talking about.
“Where are the rats?” I asked, noticing the empty cage on Maarja’s wardrobe. Back in the day Maarja had two rats, Fritz and The Duchess. She would keep them in the cage most of the time, but whenever the night reached a certain point of drunkenness Maarja would sneak over to her bedroom and come out with the two animals. If you saw Maarja with two rats running up and down her body you knew the night was really going to become a rager.
“The Duchess died last week,” Maarja said with a glint of sorrow, “Fritz wasn’t taking it well. Think the little guy was depressed being in the cage all alone, so I’m letting him roam around the house for the time being. Hopefully a bit of freedom will cheer him up.” As if he had heard his name, Fritz peeked out from behind the wardrobe. The albino rat raised his snout in the air, sniffed for a bit and then lumbered off to the living room. The years had taken their toll on Fritz, he no longer moved with the youthful energy I was used to, but the one part of him that I remembered had not changed. Fritz still had balls that were disproportionately giant to his body. As he moved away from us he dragged them behind him with Sisyphean effort.
“So, which hostel are you crashing at?” Maarja asked. A lump manifested in my throat. I looked around the cramped apartment. Outside of the mattress there was nowhere for me to sleep. I didn’t have any money for a hostel. “Ah, I’m just kidding. You’re crashing here. We owe you anyway,” Maarja said with good cheer.
“For what?” I asked, relieved that I wasn’t homeless.
“Financing the booze and cigarettes back in the day, might have ended up a nun if it weren’t for you,” she said with a grin. It was true, throughout high school I had been the main financier of our misadventures, my parents had foreign money and that money went pretty far by Estonian standards. More importantly though; when everyone was sixteen I looked twelve. According to the law of teen streets, the late bloomer provides the dough for those who can buy stuff without ID.
“You’ll sleep on the couch, we just haven’t had the time to get it out of the garage. How about you and Karl drag it in while I make some tea?”
Even though it was a bright winter day outside the garage was in near darkness. The only thing that illuminated the cramped musty room was a single ray of light shining in through a cracked skylight. The garage was covered in flimsy shelves that buckled beneath the weight of greasy machine parts. In the center of the garage lay a couch shaped object covered with a large, stained cloth. Karl grabbed ahold the cloth and was about to pull it away, but a thought struck him.
“James, if I tell you something will you not tell Maarja?” He asked, letting the cloth drop back down to the floor. He looked straight at me; his small eyes were probing me for trustworthiness.
“Well, depends on what it is,” I said, “Don’t need help burying a body, right?”
“No,” Karl’s intensity broke into a smile, “It is nothing illegal. Just a secret.” He strode towards one of the rickety shelves and plunged his hand deep into its depths. After a moment of rustling he pulled out a small box. He opened it. Even though the garage was dark, and even though the diamond was tiny, you could see a little glimmer. Karl’s eyes shone twice as bright.
“Wow man,” I said, realizing how quickly the world was moving on, “Congratulations!” Maarja and Karl would get married and I would be at their wedding alone. As I stood in that garage the thought that I would always be alone gushed dread through my veins. We used to joke about how Saale and me would get hitched before the two of them did. Those jokes felt cruel now. Maarja and Karl would get married and one day Saale would get married too. She would get married to someone who wasn’t me. “I’m really happy for you.”
“I want to ask her father soon. He does not like me much, but I think I can show him that I can provide for his daughter. This Bitcoin thing will be big soon James, in a couple of years me and Maarja will be rich.” Karl put the box back into its hiding place. “Promise not to tell her, yes?”
“Promise,” I said with as much candor as I could muster, but my mind was elsewhere. My mind was floating disembodied in a bright church, watching my would-be-wife get married to someone else.
“James,” Karl’s paw on my shoulder brought me back into reality, “You will be okay. I know you are worried about Saale, but you still have us. We will drink this away.” He smiled. I tried to smile back. “Let’s get this couch, shall we?”
He pulled away at the cloth that covered the couch. Enough dust flew off into the air to send us both into a coughing fit. The room danced with dirty particles. Yet from behind the veil of powder I could see it. I could see the couch.
The thing was ancient, a couch straight out of the early days of the Soviet Union. Its flowery upholstery was covered in stains that just screamed history. It was as if the piece of furniture had been used for barricades in the defense of Stalingrad and lived to talk about it. Filth filled its rumpled cloth, it stood on firm wooden legs that seemed to have survived multiple generations of being clawed at, it was as if the thing was simply biding its time until its true masters came back to retrieve it. The couch was old, but somehow in that dark garage, in that gust of earthly smoke, there was something alluring about it. It looked ratty but comfortable, even inviting. For a split second I was sure that the couch had winked at me with its cushioning. Then the dust settled and it was just a piece of furniture.
Karl grabbed one side of the couch, I grabbed the other and we started to haul the thing towards the living room. We had left the garage, but there was still tension in the air. I was still thinking about Saale getting married to someone who wasn’t me. It was still as if Karl and me were meant to have a serious discussion. Neither of us were comfortable.
“I lost my virginity on this couch,” I shared, hoping to relax the situation.
Karl grinned, accepting the levity, “Gross.”
We dragged the couch to the living room and then joined Maarja in the kitchen. Back in the day her kitchen table was the go-to place to gather before drinking and after drinking. We would sit around and shoot the shit and wait for someone to drop off the booze for the evening or the hung-over pizza for the morning. Yet as we sat there, trying to make small talk, one of the chairs was empty and it made all the difference. I couldn’t focus on anything that was being said around me, all I could think about was how Saale used to sit next to me. All I could think about were her long legs on my lap, her long fiery hair, her laughter.
“How about we sweeten the evening with a bit of moonshine?” Maarja asked, as she fished a clear bottle out of the kitchen counter, “Karl and me are going to lunch with my parents tomorrow though, so no hangovers.”
Karl cheered on the promise of alcohol, but not even drink could lift my spirits. My eyes shifted from Saale’s empty seat to the couch. All I wanted to do was lie down and fall asleep for a thousand years. “Guys, I appreciate the hospitality but I’m really tired. How about we drink tomorrow?” I said. Karl and Maarja looked concerned, this was the first time they had ever seen me refuse booze.
“Are you sure you’re okay honey? We can talk about it if you want to,” Maarja suggested. I insisted I was fine; I just needed to get some rest. That didn’t convince her, but she yielded, “Well, we’ll be in my room if you need us.” Her and Karl shuffled off to her bedroom. I laid down on the couch.
From the other room I could hear them talk. Maarja talked in concerned whispers whilst Karl spoke at full volume, it didn’t make much of a difference, even after five years of being in the country I still couldn’t understand Estonian. I could hear my name being mentioned though. They were concerned about the emotional wreck that was crashing on their couch. I dragged my friends into my mess. It was all so humiliating; I was far from home, broke and broken. I wanted to die.
‘Easy there Tiger, don’t think like that,’ a faint voice emerged from the back of my head, ‘Things might not seem great right now, but look on the bright side, at least you’re on a comfortable couch.’ The voice was right; the couch was indeed comfortable. ‘All you need is a bit of a distraction to forget about your broken heart. Some booze, some dope, maybe a bit of love and you’ll be good as new.’ It was as if the suave voice turned a switch in my mind. Suddenly the tightness in my chest eased, a burst of joy started to bubble in my abdomen. My fingers started to trace the sides of the upholstery. The voice giggled, ‘That’s the spirit Tiger, just relax, you’re fine as long as you’re here with me.’ The universe felt lighter, my feelings of dread faded away and were replaced with an electric anticipation. I needed a drink to celebrate.
I opened the door to Maarja’s bedroom. She was lounging on the mattress reading a psych textbook. Karl was watching bar graphs on the computer. “Hey guys,” I peeked in, “I feel a bit better now, how about those drinks?” They both grinned. We drank.
In the moment I didn’t give much thought to the voice in my head, my internal monologue was turned up a notch since the break-up anyway. I was used to hearing thoughts that I consciously didn’t want to consider; the silky voice that was telling me that things would be okay was a welcome distraction. I sunk into the couch and I let the night carry me away. ‘See Tiger? Isn’t it nice to be here? Isn’t life just swell on this little old couch?’ it would say. I nodded along. We drank more.
All thoughts of avoiding hangovers were let go; the liquor poured freely. At some point Maarja emerged out of her room with Fritz on her shoulder. We celebrated the tradition of our youth but the rat was sluggish, far too old to crawl around on her body. After a couple of minutes Maarja gave up on playing with the rat. She put him on the ground. Fritz simply walked around the room dragging his testacles behind him like a ball and chain. We drank more.
Karl lumbered up to his feet and went to fetch his guitar. Maarja was out having a cigarette. I was far too comfortable on the couch. Having a moment to myself I watched the rat. Fritz had spent the past couple of minutes roaming the living room and sniffing at my backpack. Yet suddenly something caught his attention, he sniffed at the air, his whiskers bouncing in curiosity. Then he looked towards the couch. The old rat sprung to his hind legs and turned towards me. It was as if his beady eyes were locked to the piece of furniture. ‘Oh Tiger, don’t think about the stupid rat. Look, here comes Karl, let’s stop thinking about stupid things and listen to him play.’
Oh and how he could play. To say that Karl lacked warmth would be an understatement, communicating with the guy often felt like having a conversation with a pile of awkwardly stacked encyclopedias, but as soon as he would bring out the guitar he would ooze personality. Somehow, with those hulking fingers of his, Karl had managed to make the strings sing the gentlest of tones. Maarja and me sang along out of key as the night went on. ‘Just like the good old days, Tiger, you’re here and you’re happy. Focus on the positives, focus on the present,’ the voice told me. I followed the advice, until I couldn’t.
It was as if a spell had been broken. As soon as I heard those opening chords, as soon as I realized what Karl was playing my stomach sank. It was that Rolling Stones song. Saale and me had danced to it once upon a time. Memories of our first night together came rushing into my mind. The Saale shaped hole in my heart throbbed with pain. I got up to splash some water on my face. Karl shifted his performance into a serenade for Maarja.
The tiles in the bathroom were freezing but I was willing to withstand the pain if it meant I could get further away from the song. I stood there, willing to wait it out, but the memories just kept on floating back. I was standing in the same bathroom I stood in the night that I met Saale. I could see traces of a sixteen-year old in my face. The music kept on building. Saale’s lily perfume filled my nostrils. I could remember the fullness of her lips before our first kiss. The images were cascading on top of each other, ripping away at my sanity, ready to plunge me into a panic attack. But then they stopped. The music stopped.
I peeked out of the door. Karl had chucked his guitar over to the side. His serenade had given way to a heavy make out session. Him and Maarja were all over each other. “Guys, I’m going to go out for a cigarette,” I announced.
The two of them looked up at me dazed and drunk. “Take the keys honey, I think we’re going to bed.”
I hoped that the dial tone would block out Maarja’s moans but it didn’t. Not only did I have to listen to a loving couple have sex, I also had to listen to world’s quietest dial tone as I was reminded that Saale did not want to talk to me. I stood out there in the freezing cold smoking one cigarette after another. It was just me, the starless sky and Maarja’s moans. Karl lasted for a quarter a pack before their bedroom quieted down. I tried calling Saale one more time and then went back inside.
By the time I stumbled to the couch I could already hear snoring coming from the bedroom. But there was another sound in the apartment, something much quieter, something I almost didn’t notice. Scratching.
Luckily I managed to prop myself up against the couch before I sat on him. As I tried to regain my balance I realized just how drunk I was. Fritz was on the couch, furiously scratching into its upholstery. He looked up at the drunken figure hovering over him for a split second and then went back to work. Those little claws scratched with the ferocity of a pup. It was as if Fritz was two years younger.
I picked him up by his scruff and tried taking him off the couch. When I lifted him off the ground the rat seemed confused for just a split second before-
‘Aiiieee’ Fritz screamed the world’s tiniest scream and then bit me in the finger. He dropped to the ground and ran beneath a nearby wardrobe. He hid beneath it and watched me.
I was too drunk and tired to care. I laid down on the couch and exhaled. ‘Welcome back Tiger, you look tired. Let me keep you company. Yes, life is hard, but if you really appreciate the moment it can be pretty enjoyable. Lie down here, let me keep you hold you. Let’s get to know each other better.’
I could smell floral perfume. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a deep sleep.
(Next part)
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2 years without a bet, settle off all my debts: a bit of a long read but I’ll try and be concise

It’s been two years since my last bet. I was married for less than 2 years and I hid everything from my wife. My smoking and my secretive gambling, she had no clue. A woman who gave up everything to marry the man she believes was her soulmate. And I lied to her everyday for most of our marriage.
When we first started dating, in the course of the 2013 NFL season, I lost weeks 1-16. Only 100 dollars a week on 7-8 team parlays. Week 17, I hit a parlay and make $7,888! Following season I made over 20k in NFL betting.
2015 season I made about 12k. And then I got married in 2016. My wife and I went to a casino twice that summer after we got married and I had just learned how to play Craps. I must’ve won about $3500 and we were having a blast. But then the 2016 season came and it wasn’t my best year. What also happened is I got sucked into online casinos. And playing 100 dollar rolls in online craps was a disaster.
Any money I won during the NFL season just went into the online casinos. And I knew at that point that I had no control. But I was resilient and would win the money back.
Spring of 2017, I was in about $30k in debt. Found a new job and rolled my 401k to an IRA. I had access to $160k... figured I would withdraw enough to pay off all my debt and just let the rest of the money sit. I hit a parlay in January that year and when I withdrew the money, I was paid in Bitcoin.
Long story short, that summer I was making tens of thousands of dollars from alt coins I bought in the spring. I made about $25k in Ethereum and about $12k in Litecoin. Also made money in bitcoin. I’d win money playing roulette, withdraw the funds into my bitcoin account and I’d let it stay there for a few days and make even more money.
I was playing online roulette for an entire summer. I’d buy bitcoin and send it to my offshore account to gamble on Roulette. Roulette, I knew how the wheel spun. I’d deposit $1,000 and would make between 5-6K, do a withdrawal to then cancel it 2 minutes later. This vicious cycle went on until the 2017 NFL season. Which was my best football season yet.
By November, I had made about 35k in NFL betting but lost all of it, and the rest of my IRA (remember that $160k???). Where to go... what to do? I applied for another personal loan. To consolidate all my debt and got a $65k loan. That weekend, thanksgiving weekend, I made another $14k on the NFL games. And then a month later I was broke again. “I’ll get another massive loan, and then I’m done”
Only this time, my loan was for only $20k because I had so much debt. A mortgage and about $125k of debt on top of it.
I called my old boss and cried like a little bitch to her, asking her for a bailout. Asked her to give me a loan of $50k. That in 2 years I’d pay her back. She probably has a net worth of $20-30 million. She said no. And I couldn’t believe it. She said I was like a son to her and she wouldn’t help me get out of debt?????
January 18, I got on a plane to go see my wife who was visiting her family (she still doesn’t know anything yet) and the plane had SO MUCH TURBULENCe, I was praying for a crash. I did not want to deal with the consequences of my actions.
January 25, my wife confronted me and I had no more answers. No more lies to tell. I was done, finished. I had to tell her the truth. She then told my parents everything and then I had to tell them what I had done. Seeing the look on my parents’ face, two people who didn’t gambled at all. Blue collar workers who couldn’t fathom the money I made, let alone the money I gambled away and the debt I had. Sent them home crying. Couldn’t believe their son, their most successful child, had done this to himself.
And then My wife had said some of the most vile shit to me. And I deserved it. We were up until 1-2 AM but then she had to get some rest because she had work. She went to work the next day and I had the day to reflect on what I had done. Made a decision at that point, whether she stays or goes, that I need to stop gambling. Besides not having money to gamble, I needed more than that to stop gambling.
I found gamblers anonymous. I just googled “how to stop gambling” and that showed up. Told my wife I would start going to GA. She didn’t care. She made her decision to leave. January 29th, I went to my first GA meeting and my wife that day, told her mother what happened. She had already told her dad, but now she told her mother. And her mother pleaded with her to give me another chance. He can change. I used to say people don’t change. They never change. They show you who they are... believe them.
My wife cancelled her plane ticket and said: ok. One last chance.
Here we are. Two years later. Haven’t gambled. No longer smoke. We have a child of our own now. Hired a law firm to help me settle my debts. Had my debt cut down from $146k to $90k. Paid that law firm about $20-22k in fees. In two years. Every penny I made went to pay off my debt as quickly as I could. Hindsight, I would have gone a different way in paying off my debts. But I was desperate and did whatever my wife said to do.
Doing the math recently, I must’ve lost $400k-$500k in about 15 months. I did more damage in 15 months than some people do in 15 years. The moral of this story: I was wrong. People CAN change. GA saved my life. It has helped me and so many other people. If you believe you have a gambling problem and want to stop gambling, you CAN. Find a gamblers anonymous near you. Go to a meeting. It’ll change your life. It changed mine.
Peace and love. Peace and love.
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How can I protect my mother from being preyed upon by a scam artist?

This will be long and I’m very sorry in advance. My mother is almost 70, and she recently joined Instagram to follow my family as we have moved to another state recently for a job. She loves seeing the pictures and likes to follow other accounts that are mostly family or dogs.
She has a few different mental illnesses that she can live with if she takes her meds, however those same meds seem to have impacted her critical thinking skills and her memory to a degree. She has always fallen for what she calls “business opportunities” which are in reality pyramid schemes or just outright scams. She has lost tens of thousands of dollars. She owns a couple rental properties which I mostly dealt with when I was younger, until I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. She survives with those and is always trying to help single moms, as she was one, or anyone down on their luck. She has been taken advantage of a LOT.
However, over the past five years, she has mentally gone downhill and has become even easier prey. My aunt and her church are her biggest support systems locally but she doesn’t tell anyone everything. She hides a lot and if anyone says anything to disagree, she will put them on an info diet or just cut them off. One tenant “works” for her doing side jobs but she just blindly trusts him and pays what he asks for no apparent work. He told her that he needed a car but couldn’t get a loan so she went out and BOUGHT HIM A CAR with cash that I think must have come from her retirement. He was supposed to pay her a monthly payment but he rarely does and she put the title in his name.
She has fallen for people online who tell her they’re men, usually single fathers, and are wealthy and tell her all the nice things and pay attention to her. Then she ends up buying them a plane ticket or buying presents for their alleged children or whatever. Once the money dries up, or they get what they want, they disappear. A couple of them proposed to her (never having met in person of course) and she accepted. A couple years ago, she texted me excited about her wedding to one of these men and that she had “finally found (me) a daddy”. I replied back that I was 35 years old and did not need a daddy. I stopped hearing of this person and she let it slip later that she had paid for his plane ticket but then he disappeared.
Now, this is happening again. Someone on Instagram contacted her right after she got on there and has spun this whole lie again. He (I will refer to this person as a he just for ease) has convinced her that he is a single father in love with her. He has told her that he is a 41-year-old man who lives in California but immigrated from Italy and has said European men love older women. He said he immigrated to marry a woman in America and they had a child and so he is now a citizen. But that the woman and he divorced and she and their son are now living in Australia. He told her he was a contractor in a city in CA. When I searched his alleged name, no contractors came up by that so then he said he was a civil engineer. Now he’s telling her he is applying for a job in Denmark but is having trouble purchasing something to apply and needs Bitcoin.
The amount of craziness that my mother is believing is insane to me. My aunt, my husband (who is also 41) and I have been pointing out all the red flags and I got her to finally watch several episodes of Catfish to try to get her to understand how people can fake pictures, social media, etc. It didn’t really work. He told her that their relationship is affected negatively by her telling people and so now he’s telling her to cut off her family.
I see this person’s account as one she follows on Instagram. I don’t know how to stop her giving this person money or stop her heart from being broken again. She ignores all of us and is ready to cut us all off. She is already having money trouble and will have nothing left for her remaining years. Is there any way I can expose this person or report them or anything? My aunt thinks she would be suicidal if this person broke up with her or disappeared so I have to be very careful. It is so hard for us all to watch this and I’m hoping someone can tell me how to protect her. Thanks for reading.
TL;DR My older mother is being preyed upon by a scam artist. How do I help her?
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Bitcoin price may be down right now but it's adoption is definitely up

Amid the recent price fall, let's not forget all the achievements bitcoin has seen lately.
Bitcoin has a presence in almost every sector now. You can buy plane tickets, real estate properties, donate to charities, there is even an option to pay your taxes in bitcoin in some US states. Thanks to payment processors like BTCPay Server, Blockonomics, CoinGate and many more that are enabling online merchants to spread this adoption.
Soon, France will enable thousands of merchants to accept bitcoin at their stores with big names such as Foot Locker, Decathlon, Conforama, Sephora, and Intersport all ready to accept the digital currency. This is a major step forward for bitcoin and digital currency landscape as more people will have access and an opportunity to use bitcoin as a form of payment.
Bakkt launched this week opening doors for institutional investors to invest in Bitcoin.
As for Bitcoin ATM's, they have crossed almost 5659 in number and growing everyday, although 75% of which are in the North America alone.
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The worst father you've ever heard about

I want to tell my story, but more importantly, I want to get advices on how to act. So if someone suggests a a subreddit that can help me with info on how to fuck someone's life completely, I'd be eternally thankful.
"Wow, that sounds awful", Yeah I know it does, but it's no exaggeration, I need my father gone. I don't mean "dead" by that, but wouldn't even exclude that as a last resort.
Let me give you some info on WHY and WHAT type of monster he really is:
-60, extremely narcissistic, married to my sweet mother for 30 years. Cheated on her multiple times.
-Before even ever touched a condom, I found dozens of them in his work suitcase more than a decade ago. When confronted he just said "That's not your fucking problem".
-Rich and somewhat important where he lives and where he's from. Far-right nationalist. Hated absolutely every boyfriend I've ever had (for no good reason).
-Mocks my mother on her appearance (She used to be the most beautiful woman in the state, a bit known for that, and she still looks great, just older.)
-Pressured me since I was around 6 to stop eating so I don't get fat. I've had weight issues all my life because of that. It destroyed my self esteem and now I have body dysmorphic disorder.
-Never let me out of his leash, I'm 25+ and just finished college on a subject it took me way more than normal to finish, because I hated it, but he FORCED me to study what he wanted. I had many anxiety attacks in college because I couldn't deal with it.
-2 days after graduating he started screaming at me for 3h on the phone, for something absolutely unrelated to me. I've never got an encouragement word or congratulations. Just yelling.
-He hurt my mother a few weeks ago, almost broke her ribs. He constantly jokes about throwing her out of the window. He's not exactly a regular domestic abuser but it happens from time to time. I also got the bad end of it once, when he disapproved of me talking to a boy when I was around 17, and he slapped me across the face.
-I can't rebel against him because he uses my mother as a hostage, and I know that if I piss him off he will take it out on her, so I can't even talk back or give him my opinion if it's not aligned with his perfectly.
-When I was around 16 I've traveled and went with his computer. I checked some of his chat logs and he was trying to groom some 15-year old girls. Not only one. He would pressure them into using their webcam and send him provocative stuff. So basically, a Pedo. Unfortunately I don't have proof of that anymore.
-He had a daughter with some random lover outside of wedlock less than 10 years ago. Now her mother harasses my family and he gets pissed off at us because of it.
-I'm required to facetime him every night to say goodnight, doesn't matter where I'm at or what I'm doing. It's a way for him to "control" me. Of course, I have a boyfriend and he just steps out of the frame for a few until I'm done.
-He has a lot of money (let's say at least 15-20million) but still acts like a paranoid, aggressive, greedy person all of the time. Example: My cousin was dying of cancer a few years ago, his mother (my mother's sister) was kind of poor and he was living in another state, so my mom payed for her plane tickets to see her son for the last time. My father went apeshit because my mother paid for the ticket with "HIS MONEY" and that no one should touch his money.
-By the way, my mother has 3 degrees and is a very smart woman, but she was forced to leave all her jobs because he wanted her at home. She has no financial independence or any type of freedom. He controls every penny going in and out of the family's domain.
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So yeah, those are little bits of info on my insane, abusive father. As you can see, those are way worse than your typical "bad" father. He's pretty much a monster, and if he's not out of the picture soon, I will end up with no life or freedom until I'm old. I'm a pretty good looking young girl, but approaching my thirties, and I feel like I could never do anything I wanted in my life, I could never get work doing something I like, could never study something I love, could never take a chance with anything because I would always be threatened of losing my apartment and having to return home (which is states away).
I'm turning to reddit for help, I need to get rid of him. I don't care if he gets arrested or worse, but I need to save my mother and myself. She can't divorce him, he would bury her with lawyers and never leave him alone. I know about it. With me, he can also take me out of his will, and take the apartment I live in. If I run away even risking those things, he will hurt my mother.
I've been making plans that might involve putting up hidden surveillance at his apartment, trying to come up with ideas to access his phone and all messages... stuff like that, but I'm not sure that in 2019 I'd find something illegal that fast. My boyfriend also suggests robbing him by buying a lot of bitcoin, but I'm not sure that's a good idea. I've been also very concerned because my boyfriend hates him to death, and emphasis on the "to death" part. He always flirts with the idea of poisoning my father, for example... We need to find a way out of this mess.
I need to know, is it check or checkmate? Sometimes he feels unbeatable
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I’m 23 y/o, make $80k, live in the Bay Area and work in Sales

Hi all! Apologies in advance for any formatting problems and that this is submitted a bit late-- it’s been a hectic morning in the office.
Section 1: Assets & Debts
401k: on track to max it out for my second year-- fluctuates but around $25k
Checkings account: I maintain about 20k in my checkings account. I have about $500 in cryptocurrency (Bitcoin and Ethereum) that I’m just going to leave in there.
Savings account: I don’t have a savings account and my rationale is that I prefer to stay liquid at the moment. I think there’s always been a deep financial insecurity instilled within me and this cushion is pretty extra but makes me feel safe.
Credit card debt: N/A, I always try and pay my cards off asap
Student loan debt: N/A, I was able to get a few scholarships in college and used a lot of my internship money towards housing. I’ve also been lucky enough for my parents to help cover a majority of my expenses. They’re really great.
Section 2: Income
Monthly take home Income: 3,741.62/month
Section 3: Expenses
Rent: 1340 (split with two other roommates)
Utilities: typically ~60
Wifi: typically ~25 (I don’t know why it’s fluctuating but I guess I’m not really counting dollars over here on something I use excessively. My roommate handles this while I pay utilities)
Retirememt: I max out my 401k, so $18,500 annually.
Cell phone: I'm on my parents' family plan
Health insurance: I'm on my parents' plan. Work offers free health insurance, but it’s easier to reach the family deductible minimum this way.
Therapy: $190 This is two sessions per month. This is pretty helpful, but I may consider looking for someone in our network so I don’t have to be paying purely out of pocket.
Gym: 29.99
Netflix: 0 I am the mooch, but tbh I don’t use it often.
Domain hosting: 6
Groupon Select: 4.99 I’ve been recently into flotation therapy and buying the Select gives me an additional 20% off on everything and ended up saving me more money. I love Groupon and will also occasionally impulse purchase shit there, so having this flat discount all the time has been totally worth it to me.
Savings: It’s all in the checkings account, but essentially everything I don’t spend I consider my savings. I also maintain a monthly “everything else goes” budget of $750/month. Sometimes I’m a bit over budget, sometimes I’m a bit under. It generally balances out and keeps me in check.
Monday
7:15 - My mornings take about 30 minutes to get ready. My routine consists of Elta MD sunscreen, Anastasia brow wiz, Makeup Forever eyeliner, Heroine Kiss mascara, and IT Cosmetics Bye Bye Redness concealer. (shoutout mua) I'm out the door and walk to the Caltrain station to take the 7:59 train to Mountain View. I have quite a long commute, but it's not that bad when I consider I can spend the time on the train to myself. It's a nice way to start the morning and sometimes I get some more time to sleep.
9:15 - At work! I work in Sales, so most of my job consists of writing emails, finding new contacts, and talking to clients. Before I went into sales, I would have never guessed that for most of the day the job itself is quiet-- just the sound of incessant typing.
12:30 - Work is great and feeds us. I pick up breakfast typically on my way in, and head down to grab lunch usually around this time.
X - I'm writing this entry in retrospect and don't recall much of my day at work. They're usually a blur. A couple of us are being promoted in title to the next step and at the moment it's a transitory time for us to build up our own book of business.
5:30 - I leave the office and commute back to the city.
7 - I'm home and cook some food. I pretty much just spend the evening reading and relaxing. Once in a while I'll get pretty intent on studying everything on a subject-- today it was about bdsm. I had been visiting this place with the guy I'm seeing (R) and I think after a couple trips, it makes sense for me to now to at least read up on the terminology and discussion on it. I spend most of the evening reading. I think this has been my biggest gripe coming out of school-- that my learning feels slower and I don't have as much depth into subjects as well as I did while in school. I miss it and I think these random evening binges help fill that gap.
X - I remember at some point that I bought a decorative plate for my kokedama plant (Japanese moss ball plants-- look them up!). I water it and put it on the plate. It looks super cute on the plate. I've reached my peak of interior design capabilities.
10 - I text R before bed. I think we're in a good place and I'm happy. I fall asleep around 11.
Daily Total: 0
Tuesday
7 - I wake up feeling like a lot is happening. My roommate is moving out -- I'm refiguring out how to pay rent and get a new subletter onboard and also find time to have dinner with the girl heading back to Malaysia. I haven't done laundry in a while -- sheets, clothes. I'm out of the country on Saturday -- packing, getting other shit in order while I'm gone. The volunteering programs I'm in are kinda happening in the background. Work is picking up -- I'm moving into a new role. I am reconnecting with a ton of friends but also making a conscious effort to pace myself. I am trying to get into setting up my personal site for random art projects I've done in the past and set me up to put content out on the internet. I want to start organizing events. I shoot off a few texts to get this all rolling and feel better.
11: - The sales reps have a weird conversation with our manager. He's not transparent and can be weird on certain topics. We're all concerned that this isn't a 'real promotion', especially since salary hasn't been discussed at all.
12:30 - We have a lunch sync just trying to figure out the situation together and how to approach it.
5: - I leave work and pick up a fruit tart from the kitchen before heading out. Their fruit tarts are hands down my favorite desserts, so that made my day. It's tasty and I feel healthy.
5:30 - My best friend calls while I commute back home. We chat and hang.
6:30 - I stop by Safeway after work to stock up on groceries. I spend a good 5 minutes standing in front of the pressed juice and kombucha and weird health shots aisle wondering what it is I need to change my life. Everything is overpriced and I end up buying a box of cornbread and some food instead. ($21)
7: - On my way home, I hit up my apartment laundromat to load my card up but realize I left my laundry card in my room. Oh well. I stop by the lil communal library and grab 3 books that seem interesting instead.
8: - I'm home and eat some cornbread while reading. I cook something quickly and eat while browsing Ulta. There is a new incoming pimple on my face and I'm upset. This is my birthday week and I got both my period and period-induced pimples.
10: 0 I end up finishing a skim of the first book and place my Ulta order. Text a couple friends before falling asleep around 12.
Daily Total: 21
Wednesday
8: - A groggy morning spent on the train. I usually read Money Diaries during this time.
9: - Head in, to be barraged by my fav coworker on Slack. She's working at a different office this week and has a good amount of tea and updates. We chat and I clean up my email while doing some work.
12:30 - Get lunch outside with a couple coworkers. It's so nice out and we're located right by a lil park.
1: - Get a lot of work done. I've set myself up with 4 meetings for once I'm back on holiday and I'm pretty hyped to close some business.
4: - I've hit a bit of a wall and feel like an animal pacing my cage as I tab in between my email, Reddit, my work, my spreadsheets, and my money diary. The office feels empty already.
5:30: - Leave the office to get to the train.
6:45: - I'm back home! One of my roommates is out of the country and subletting her apartment in the meanwhile. The current subletter is moving out soon, so I'm helping my original roommate show the place to potential subletters. I'm supposed to call a girl around 7, so text her a heads up beforehand seeing if she was still able to call. Calling out of the blue always feels invasive so I like to check first. She leaves me on read. Ahhh. I waste some time on the internet waiting around for her for a bit.
7:30: - The prospective subletter I was supposed to call to show the apartment was MIA so ??. The second call about this volunteering program I'm intending on joining was also MIA?? It’s not a great day for calls and it always feels like progress outside of work is slow.
8: - I cook a really bad meal and eat it while watching The Bachelorette season premiere. I'll pass on the drama and stuff with the rest of the season, but the intros of these dudes are really funny. Guys get surprisingly catty and I love it.
9: - I hit the gym. It's a good deadlift day! I usually lose a couple lbs off during period week, but was actually able to maintain weight this time around.
10: - Msg R about different animes and mangas and get a couple recommendations. I head to bed shortly after.
Daily Total: 0
Thursday
9: - Breakfast was hella tasty.
10: - Team meeting. Quite uneventful.
11:30: - I'm setting myself up well for next quarter and I'm feeling good right now. There are new snacks in the office... but everyone has nabbed the almond butter cups. Finding and trying the new almond butter cups becomes my personal mission for the rest of the day and I make sure to check each time I pass through the microkitchen.
1: - Have a client call that goes well. The gal is sweet and we manage to connect.
4: - Finally cop a dark chocolate almond butter cup. And ramen.
5: - I head out early to catch the train back to the city. There is an art exhibit in Oakland I've been meaning to stop by and there's a talk at the exhibit during afterhours today about art cabals. Lowkey want to start one and host community-oriented art events for the heck of it, so I feel like this will be a good first stop. I buy my ticket on the train. (8)
5:30: - People watching the different stops of the train is always fun. There was an older woman who had the prettiest gray hair. I think that when I'm older I'm going to embrace the gray or at least dye it a consistent gray since that'd be a look. I nap on the train shortly after.
6:30: - I stop by Whole Foods to get a bit of food before heading over to BART to get to the art gallery talk (8). I refill my BART card with some money on my way (34). There's nothing llke a freshly loaded BART card. (42)
7: - Get to the art gallery! I check out the different installations they've done, talk to a lady who runs her own society (I honestly regret not asking her more about it), and chat with a locally famous Vine author in the Bay Area who I recognized after seeing him in a documentary during the SF Film Fest. They were selling books on the art cabal that the artist of the exhibit started, so I purchase one. I think I was the only person under 30 in the audience. I had hoped to find similar minded people who are in the urban exploration/weird event scene in present day, but I still enjoyed it. (32)
9: - Back on the BART and start heading home.
9:30: - My friend calls becuase I texted him earlier since I was having a mild panic attack. Happens.
10: - I like the new book I got!! It was so worth it!! Read a bit before showering and heading to bed.
Daily Total: 74
Friday
7: - It's my bday! 23! (yeah, I'm the baby at the office) I was never a birthday person because growing up, birthdays weren't particularly celebrated or special, but today feels special.
9: - One of my close coworker gals comes in a bit later and brings in a cake for my birthday! It's a beautiful cake and that has to be one of the nicest things anyone has done for me?
12: - The day goes by super fast. I clean out a couple email tasks and get some housekeeping and administrative tasks out of the way.
2: - We cut and eat the cake! It's really fucking delicious and I'm so grateful. It's a good fun time with people wishing me a happy birthday and chatting about my plans for Austria (mostly them discovering I don't have any clear ones since I'm largely tagging along with my parents). My main goals while there would be to do some shopping, visit the Naschmarkt, see the Spanish Riding school, eat cake at a cafe, attend an opera, and get time to chat with my parents.
3: - My managers are pretty much done with the day so part of the sales team heads out to a bar on the main street. I get a couple IPAs and feel pretty toasty shooting the shit with everyone else. The bill is expensed.
4:30: - I head out early and spend my time on the train calling. My friend calls to wish me a happy birthday and my parents call later as well. I make my way downtown to the restaurant I booked a reservation at.
6: - The place has a multi-course menu that rotates in what they serve on a daily basis. I get a beer, a tomato soup, salmon main, and a really really nice blueberry tarte. I was super full and content at this point though not necessarily sure if I wanted to go out or how to continue the rest of the night. The day was already amazing. (60)
7:30: - I'm back at my apartment and generally cleaning up and drink a cider while I wait for R to stop by. I'm still unsure what I want to do-- get more drinks? arcade bar? I had been experiencing a solid buzz since 3 and my decision making capabilities were out of the picture.
8: - He got me a really cute, relevant gift, and some chocolate from a chocolatier that we were at in one of our earlier hangouts. It was super thoughtful considering he probably had to spend a good hour to cross the city just to get to these spots and pick out these things. It's been a special day all day so I pop open a bottle of really good moscato I got from a Napa trip. We drink and hang and talk in my apartment for way too long as usual and he doesn't head back home until 4.
Daily Total: 60
Saturday
7: - I am up at 7... and realize my flight is at 9:10. FUCK. There is a mad scramble to throw a bunch of shit into my bag. I get an Uber that will guarantee me getting to the airport as fast as possible. This poor dude had to deal with me massively panicking. (30)
9: - Check-in was super confusing since it was a chartered airline, but serviced by United? Regardless, I somehow make it to my terminal with 15 minutes to spare. At this point, I was experiencing a mild hangover, starving, running on 2 hours of sleep, and was completely dehydrated. Running through SFO was physically exhausting and I felt like keeling over. In this moment of weakness, I overpay for a croissant sandwich and a Naked smoothie. I think it was worth it because I could physically feel my hitpoints replenishing while sitting on the ground of my gate in awful condition. (18)
11: - I completely crash on the plane right through takeoff and landing. The woman next to me was a bit concerned and when I woke up when we were in LA, she made a point of letting me know we've arrived. Bless her heart.
12: LAX has a Pret which I've really missed from my time in London. I buy a chipotle chicken wrap and eat it while waiting for my turn to board. It's so toasty and so good and sets me up with just enough carbs to fall asleep again when we board. (10)
12:30: I get a great window seat and crash.
X: - (Time is always funky to me when I'm up in the air considering the weird timezones/crossing timezones. Timestamps are kinda arbitrary at this point out) I sleep a solid 8 hours on my flight throughout the whole thing and woke up briefly to eat cheesecake and chicken from the airplane meal. I was able to also squeeze in two movies -- watching 8 Mile (that last rap battle had me hella pumped up) and The Apple of My Eye (I end up bawling throughout the movie to the confusion of the guy sitting next to me).
Daily Total: 58
Sunday
X: - I land in Vienna with no issue! Honestly it's a miracle. I get a taxi to an address my parents text me-- apparently the apartment we're staying in for the first 3 days is quite hard to find and the ice cream shop address was easier to find. Vienna is a gorgeous city and it's so much warmer than the breezy fake summer San Francisco gets. (28)
1 pm their time: - My dad meets me here! We head up to the apartment where I find my mom! It's so great to see them and we catch up while I change into shorts and a t-shirt. Opening up my luggage was hilarious-- everything looked like it was thrown in last minute but I realized even while slightly delirious and in panicmode, I was able to bring everything I needed. We decide to wander around the city and explore for a bit. We're in the heart of Vienna-- District 1 and walking through the streets has us seeing a ton of gorgeous architecture and shops. We find a place to eat. The place we chose is super touristy, but fun. I loved the apple streudel. It's totally different from the ones we have out here. My parents pay.
4 pm their time: - It's got to be at least 90 degrees out and we are jetlagged. I haven't experienced true hot weather like this in over a year and my parents are weak. We don't get very far walking and end up heading back to the apartment and crash.
X: - My mom wants to take a nap and my dad decides to rest too. I hang out on the couch reading a web serial before falling asleep myself.
8 pm their time: - We all agree that we feel much much better. They are working with 6 hours of timezone difference while I'm dealing with 9 hours. Today was a good day to just rest, see each other, eat and take in the city. It's late at this point and we're hungry again and decide to grab some more food at a cafe down the street. They pay.
9: We wander around the city and stop by the Vienna State Operahouse. They have Othello at the opera today, and although we missed the timeframe to get tickets, they happen to have a large screen outside the operahouse showing the show. There's quite a crowd outside, sitting on benches and on the ground watching Othello. We join in and I get to see the last 30 mins of the opera. So much talent and such a voice even from a recording played to the outdoors.
11: - Back to the apartment and we chat and hang out. We all get ready for bed again. I browse random internet things before falling asleep myself as well.
Daily Total: 28
Expenses Summary: 0
Food & Drink: 117
Fun & Entertainment: 40
Home & Health: 0
Clothes & Beauty: 0
Transport: 92
Other: 0
Total: 249
Reflection:
This isn’t the most typical week since I had a few birthday splurges and overspent on an urgent Uber ride (BART would have been ~$6). As a whole, I’ve been lucky enough that food expenses are on the lower end since work covers my breakfast and lunch, but I’m still a bit surprised by how quickly food costs add up. I also don’t keep track of the cents on my spending since a lot of my tracking is manual, but I do round up and down in a pretty 50/50 manner.
Other thoughts: I think my savings are relatively reasonable-- I have been on track to have a 50% (+/- 2%) pre-tax savings rate. I don’t know what I’m saving towards. Retirement? To start a business? A year long cross-world sabbatical? That’s something I’ll need to flesh out, but it’s sorta a combination of all of those. I also realize my life is kind of chaotic. I do a lot and they’re all in different directions and I often wonder if it’d make more sense to streamline things so I can have better focus. In writing this, I do feel like not having a Savings account is kind of strange.
I had fun with this! Thanks for reading! I hope you guys had a glimpse into my life! And of course, I’d love any feedback on any part.
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There is no such thing as real magic

I'm an amateur magician. I've performed at children's parties and done some touring. I wouldn't class myself as an expert, but I am in the magic circle. I love to see professional magicians perform, there is nothing better than when you see a trick and you have no idea how it was done.
I read a forum post a month ago that had a link to a YouTube video, 10 times magic went wrong. I checked it out, and as you can imagine, the contents were quite horrific. Two of the clips were of the Nail Under the Cups trick. If you are from England, you may have seen Derren Brown performing this. It's a good one, if the magician is qualified. If they aren't, then you end up being at positions seven and three of this video.
A magician mixes up some cups, under one is a piece of wood with a nail pointed up. The others are weighted, so they all feel the same. The magician puts on a blindfold and gets their volunteer to guide them over the top of the cups. The magician then pushes the volunteer's hand down, crushing the cup. It's usually when there are two left that this trick goes wrong. And when it does it's very bloody.
The clip in question though, is of a man sawing a woman in half. We've all seen this. But in this grainy footage, the woman screams, the box is brought apart, blood drips from the opening and the legs of the woman slip out. The bloody bottom half slams on the floor with a thunk, the legs spasm, then stop. The curtains are hastily brought across and the show ends.
There are comments after the video, people calling bullshit, until someone posted the full trick in question. At the end of this video, the woman can be seen on stage, whole again, nothing wrong with her at all.
People argue with each other that the woman must have been in the upper box and the lower box contained some prosthetics. The thread ends with someone saying that they swear it's real, they've seen it in person.
I commented saying, "I'm skeptical, magic is illusion, no one gets sawn in half; incredible footage though."
The next day, I get a direct message from someone with the handle Tricked4Life.
Hey Baz1987, the man from that video is performing next month. He's called The Russian, it's invite only. I can arrange tickets if you like?
I replied, Totally, I'd be up for that, please!
While waiting to hear back, I went to watch the video again. The link didn't work, a message came up saying it had been taken down due to copyright infringement. I tried the top 10 one too, that was also gone, just a 404 page.
It was a Saturday, so I was already on the whiskey and watching Netflix. I think I was binge watching Breaking Bad for the third or forth time.
Tricked4Life replied with a link. I browsed to the site. It looked like something from 1997. There was a still from the video and a form below. Slightly drunk, I filled out the details and continued to the payment form. I had to pay in BitCoin, what the fuck was that?
I messaged Tricked4Life, "I don't know what BitCoin is."
"PayPal me the money and I can buy it for you."
"How do I know this isn't a scam?"
"You don't, but as a magician, you should see through a trick a mile off ;)"
It sounded like he was baiting me.
"How much?"
"£540."
"Christ, that's heavy."
"It's worth it though."
"Have you seen him before?"
"No, this will be my first time. I know some people who are going. They said he's incredible. You have to see it for yourself."
I left the computer and continued watching TV, though I couldn't concentrate. I really wanted to know how the trick was done. I drank more whiskey and got more drunk.
I woke in the early hours. Confused, I took in my surroundings and realised I fell asleep in front of the television again. My head pounded, so I went to the kitchen and drank some orange juice, before throwing the best hangover cure, bacon, into the frying pan.
As the meat sizzled, I checked my phone. I had an email with the subject, Ticket Confirmation. My heart sank. I opened it up to see a confirmation number and an address... in the Ukraine.
I'd bought things while I was drunk before, but not a ticket to a magic show in Eastern Europe. Not only was I out £540, I'd need to book plane tickets and a hotel.
I gazed at the whiskey bottle, to see it almost empty, not even as much as a shot left. I felt embarrassed.
I logged into the forum and read the messages I had sent.
Fuck it! was the first. The second my details and a third saying I'd PayPalled the money over, with a reply saying to buy a Tuxedo if I didn't have one.
I won't bore you with the details of how I had to beg my manager to give me the time off at last minute, suffice to say I had to agree to perform at his daughter's birthday. I was surprised and relieved with how cheap plane fare was to the Ukraine. That was the only ray of light I had in this stupid ordeal. I rented a Tux from a local business and I was ready to go.
The flight was bumpy. We flew through a thunderstorm and for the first time in my life, saw the lighting hit the tip of the plane. People startled and children cried. I was nervous myself. It wasn't long after the Russians shot down a passenger jet over the Ukraine. I was very happy when we landed.
I sat in silence in the taxi to the hotel. When I got out, I saw it was a dump. I asked the driver to wait, he nodded. I had no idea if he understood me or not. Three stars was supposed to be the rating, but it looked more like an abandoned office building than a hotel.
I checked in and changed. I was glad I was only staying for the night. My rushed plans meant I didn't have more than a few hours until the show started.
Thankfully the taxi was still outside when I returned. I handed him the printout of the address and we drove off into the night.
It was an odd city, nothing like the London that I'd known all my life. It was as if it wasn't planned, that it just sprawled in every direction when the need for more buildings were required. We stopped at the end of an alleyway. He pointed down it.
"Are you sure?" I said.
I expected us to be somewhere posh.
"Is right," the man said, finally breaking his silence.
I got out. Almost as if the driver was in a hurry, the taxi sped off. Suddenly I felt all alone, in a foreign country I knew nothing about.
The rain poured down and soaked through my Tux. The woollen material grew heavy with the water. I wondered if I'd get my deposit back.
I jogged down the alleyway. Light leaked out from a door underneath a fire escape. I thumped on the frame and waited.
A man wearing paint splattered jeans and a body warmer opened it.
"I'm sorry, I don't know where I'm going. I'm looking for this."
I handed him the printout.
"I'm supposed to see some Russian magician..."
He lifted his chin and opened the door wider. I was glad to get out of the rain. Inside had the appearance of a factory service corridor.
"Through there," he said pointing to the end of the hallway.
Visions of me entering some basement out of the film Hostel filled my mind and I wanted to turn back and go straight to the airport. The outside door clunked shut.
I took a deep breath and walked forward. My shoes echoed around the small passageway and I felt vulnerable. I pushed on the metal bar at the end and hoped for the best.
I was shocked. The low murmurs of hundreds of voices filled the large room I entered. It wasn't as I expected. It was cavernous. It looked like a palace. Large marble columns rose up from the floor and held in place an ornate ceiling, from which hung intricate chandeliers.
Dozens of men in suits drank from Champagne glasses, all deep into conversation. No one turned to stare at me. It was as if there was nothing odd about me entering via a back door. For a magic show, I found it kind of fitting. Standing there though, I wasn't sure if I felt more out of place here or in the alleyway.
A waiter approached and I panicked.
"Drink, sir?" he said, offering me some Champagne.
I took the crystal flute and resisted the urge to down it in one.
I sipped and tried to blend in.
"The show will start in thirty minutes," was announced over the tannoy in an Eastern European accent.
The guests looked up as if watching the person making the announcement.
Another waiter offered me some canapés. I grabbed one and thanked him.
"Baz?" someone shouted and I peered around.
I locked eyes with a man I didn't recognise.
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"I'm Dan," he said offering his hand.
"I'm sorry, I don't recall."
"Tricked4Life? I ordered your ticket."
Confused, I said, "How did you recognise me?"
"Your avatar, man," he said smiling, "Good to meet you in person. I wasn't sure if you'd come."
"£540, I wasn't going to stay at home."
"Are you excited? I've seen some famous magicians around."
I was nervous. Dan didn't appear to be.
"Oh shit, is that ," I asked.
He turned.
"Hell, yeah," he replied, " and are also here too."
"That's crazy, this is the real deal then?"
"I think so," he said, taking a large gulp of his drink.
"What's his real name?"
"I don't know, no one does."
"That's a bit ominous."
"He's the best of the best, who cares what he's called."
Dan checked his watch.
"We should go take our seats."
"Yeah."
The house lights went down and cheers erupted from the crowd. A spotlight lit the red velvet curtains. They waited for the crowd to die down before they opened.
I was disappointed when I saw him on stage. His hair was grey, not black like the video. He was so much smaller in stature than how he appeared, too. Assistants wheeled in a large tall box.
The magician led one of the assistants inside and proceeded to lock the padlocks on the front of the box. He counted down from three, and on the beat after one, fireworks exploded at the front of the stage and the walls of the box collapsed in on themselves. He approached and spun the box around showing it was now flat. The remaining assistants rolled it off stage and the crowd clapped.
"That's easy," I said turning to Dan, "Fireworks - textbook misdirection and trap door underneath."
He smiled.
Medieval wooden stocks were now brought onto the stage. The magician asked for a volunteer from the audience. A young lady stood up (the only female in the whole crowd) and was invited on stage. The magician mimed claps, and the audience obliged. The woman was secured into place. He threw some eggs into the crowd and offered her as a target. Most missed, except the last that hit her square on the face. Laughter erupted. An assistant arrived with a melon. The magician picked up a sword, its blade flashed in the bright spotlight. He lifted it overhead and brought it down, slicing the melon in two with ease.
He approached the woman in the stocks and with one swift blow, her hands and head fell into the baskets below. The crowd roared with approval.
"Impressed yet?" Dan said to me and to be honest I was vexed.
No sudden flash of light to hide the switch of body parts with fakes, but no blood either.
"She was obviously a stooge, are there any other women in the crowd?"
More helpers joined on stage, mopping the floor as if to clean up blood that wasn't there. A chuckle fluttered through the crowd.
The final illusion was the classic Chinese Water Torture Cell made famous by Harry Houdini.
A large tank of water sat centre stage. The magician took off his clothes to reveal a turn-of-the-nineteenth-century bathing-suit, a beige number that covered his body and upper legs. He placed on a nose clip and rubbed his hands in anticipation.
He ascended the ladder attached to the tank and jumped in. Water splashed over the sides and an iron lid was slammed into place. Padlocks were locked around the top and a curtain drawn in front. A man started a stopwatch and gazed at it in earnest.
Time passed. I checked my watch, he had been in there for ninety seconds. The curtain was removed, to reveal his hand poking out the top trying to pick the locks on the outside, then the curtain was replaced.
Another minute passed and banging could be heard from within. The man with the stopwatch brought his hand across his throat, signalling to end the performance.
Someone ran on stage with an axe and the curtain was pulled away. The locks were still in place, but the tank was empty. The audience gasped.
"Hallo," rang out around the auditorium.
I turned to see The Russian in the stalls above, dripping with water.
Wild cheers erupted and everyone clapped.
"How did he do that then, Mr Smart Guy?" Dan asked, clearly pleased with himself.
"I have no idea," I said, clapping without even thinking about it.
The house lights went up.
"There will be a ten minute intermission before the second part of the show, will guests with tickets..." the announcer said, listing off numbers, "... please make their way to the door at the side of the stage."
"That's me?" I said to Dan confused.
"Me too, are you excited?"
"I don't understand?"
He grinned and grabbed my hand.
He led me along the row.
"What's going on?"
"Didn't you wonder why it was so expensive? We're part of the show!"
A silent dread filled me.
"I don't want to do it."
"Come on! You're a magician, don't you want to know how it's done?"
"Yeah, but I don't want to be on stage."
"You've done that before, though."
"Of course, but mostly in front of children. At most fifty people. Not in a theatre with over four hundred containing some of the most respected magicians in the world."
"Too bad, you're going," he said, tightening his grip.
We waited at the back of the line of eight people. A man checked tickets and one by one they were led backstage.
Dan passed his ticket over, letting go of his grasp. I thought about leaving, but before I could, the man asked for mine and like a robot I handed it over.
It was quiet backstage.
"Oh shit, is that ?" I said as the man approached.
"Hey," he said excitedly, "I'm..."
"I know who you are," I said shocked that was talking to me.
"Are you boys excited?"
"Very," Dan said, "Baz here's a little nervous."
"Don't be nervous," said, "this is what we are'll here for, right?"
"I have no idea what's going on," I blurted out.
"Don't listen to him," Dan said, "he's just scared."
"And you should be, it's not very often that you're in the presence of a real magician."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, someone who performs real magic."
I scoffed, "There's no such thing as real magic."
"Is this guy for real?" said pointing his thumb at me.
Dan shrugged his shoulders.
balked at me, "Then why are you here?"
"I wanted to see it for myself."
"And that you will, son. Be part of it."
"I don't think I want to."
"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity," he said gesturing with his hands, "it's what we all dream of."
We heard a roar of applause.
"It's time," said, getting in line behind the queue that had now formed.
"I don't know about this Dan," I said.
"It'll be fine, I promise."
I watched as the first of us was taken on stage. A round of applause, then silence. A minute or so passed, then I heard a blood curdling scream and my heart raced.
"What the hell was that?!?!"
"Shhhh," Dan said in deep concentration.
Then the next one was taken and then the next. With each one, a silent time passed, the end of the trick punctuated by a scream.
"Dan!" I said in a whisper, "That man has blood on him!"
I stared at the stagehand as he exited stage right. Blood flecked his shirt and face.
"It's all part of the fun," Dan said, slapping my back.
My stomach lurched, as one by one, the line got shorter.
"Wish me luck," said as he was led on stage.
The man was now drenched in blood, but it didn't seem to bother Dan.
"We have a special guest tonight, please welcome ," bellowed out on the tannoy.
We were almost at the top of the stairs now. Dan watched the performance, his face lit up with pure joy before he grimaced and looked away.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"Holy shit, that was intense. I'm not sure I can do this," Dan said.
But it was too late, the stagehand had already grabbed him and dragged him up. I ascended the last few steps and could now see the wooden floor. I gasped as Dan walked through the blood than now pooled. His shoes left yawning, sticky stalagmites in the congealing liquid.
A horizontal box was opened and he was placed inside. From my angle it was obvious there was no-one placed in the leg side. I watched his feet poke through the holes at the end and the box closed on top of him. The magician picked up a chain saw, pulled the cord into action. Blue-grey smoke billowed out of the side as he revved the engine. Without a second thought, he brought it down, through the box. Dan's face contorted as he shrieked in agony.
"Stop, stop!" he shouted.
The magician ignored him. Blood sprayed out, covering him and launching a mist of bright, red liquid onto the crowd, who cheered in response.
The chainsaw idled. The assistants pulled the box apart and just like the video, Dan's legs fell out of the other end of the box. It was then I noticed the box had been purposefully sloped to allow this to happen. That was the trick. I felt sick and ran.
There was nowhere to go. A large man stood at the door I had entered. Luckily he hadn't noticed I'd panicked. I slowed to a walk and took the stairs down into the basement. As I descended, I heard the muffled tannoy then a rapturous applause.
I paused at the door at the bottom. I assumed it was the fire exit. I tried to turn the knob but it didn't budge. I could hear voices on the other side. I placed my ear against the metal, flinching at the cold. It was a chant. Low tenor voices repeated the same line again and again, in a language I didn't understand. They switched into a more sing-song chorus, then returned to the original verse.
I banged on the door and the voices stopped.
"Mister, you can't be down here," the large man from backstage said.
I obeyed him without a struggle. He let me back into the theatre. The crowd didn't acknowledge me. Waiters patiently walked through the punters offering more Champagne and canapés.
Without thinking, I screamed out, "He's killing them! All of them, they are dead!"
The audience silenced and looked at me.
" is dead, everyone's dead. I saw it. It's not a trick!"
"Sir," one of the waiters said holding his hand up for me to stop.
"I won't be quiet, it's a fucking abattoir up there! Didn't you all see?!"
People started to panic. I raced for the exit. The doors were camouflaged from this side. I ran my hand down the seam trying to find a hidden latch.
"Calm down, sir."
I turned to see the large security guard.
"Fuck that, that man is insane! Let me out of here."
He grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving.
The house lights went down again and the audience settled.
"Please show your appreciation to your magician tonight and his wonderful volunteers."
The man held me tightly, and I gave up trying to leave and gazed at the stage.
The Russian appeared front and centre, bowing. His assistants from the night joined him. Everyone clapped.
Then one by one, the people who were in the line ahead of me walked on stage, wearing pristine white suits.
waved as he walked on, the audience cheered. The last to enter was Dan. I was shocked.
The crowd stood and clapped.
"Let's not forget our friend at the back there," The Russian said, as the spotlight travelled over the audience, stopping on me.
I froze. The security guard let go of me and joined in the clapping. I ran my hand through my hair and feigned a smile.
"I hope to see you all again soon," The Russian said for one last time and the house lights came up.
Instantly murmurs broke out around the theatre.
"Great job, really added to the finish," one man said as he exited past me.
"Thank you," I said without thinking.
Everyone wanted to shake my hand, but all I could do was stand in confusion and unexpected awe.
The last of the people left, and so did I. As I entered the large hall I was in earlier, I saw Dan. He held a cardboard box under his arm.
"Great job you did," he said grinning from ear to ear.
"What the fuck just happened?"
"I'm sorry," he replied.
was standing next to him.
"I admit it, I didn't think it would work, but your friend Dan here said it would and I trusted him."
"Is anyone going to fill me in on what happened?"
Dan put his hand on my shoulder, "They needed someone to cause a fuss, you know, to make it seem all the more real."
"Dude, I saw you get chopped in half! What did you expect me to do."
"It was really great," said.
"I thought you were dead."
He tried to smile, but I could see the guilt in his face.
"Really sorry, man. It was a shitty thing to do. If we told you though, it wouldn't have looked believable. The Russian doesn't like to use shills."
"What about the woman in the stocks?"
"That was only the warm up. Hey check this out!"
Dan opened the box and revealed his Tux, it was ripped to shreds.
"Glad I didn't rent," he said laughing.
"It was great to meet you," said, "here's my card. If you ever want to see me perform, let me know, I'll get you backstage passes."
"You're not going to try to kill me too?"
He laughed.
"I'll see you around," he said, leaving through the backdoor.
We followed a few minutes later.
A row of limos waited to pick up people as they left.
"You go first," Dan said.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Nah, I'll get the next one."
I told the driver where I was going.
I slept badly in the hotel, my dreams filled with corrupted visions of the night before. I flew back to England in the morning.
I stayed away from that forum for a while, but curiosity got the better of me. There was a post about , saying he'd cancelled his tour. I read the comments, they were filled with the expected bile of people pissed their favourite magician had flaked out on them.
There was a direct message. I clicked. It was from Tricked4Life. It contained a single photo. It appeared to be of someone's torso, a purple-pink bruise ran horizontally along its stomach, blood seemed to leak as if it were some sort of wound. Underneath the photo was a comment.
"I need help, I think the magic is wearing off."
I replied and told him to go to the hospital. That was 48 hours ago and I've not heard back.
xx
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Scamming the elderly- please help

I'm a caregiver for an 80 year old woman with Parkinson's Disease (stage 4) and she's already been scammed out of over $82,000 by this man she met online 2 years ago. They started by playing Words With Friends then started talking more on some app called Hangout. Her daughter already took control of her accounts (and supposedly called the FBI, according to my patient) so she can't send him much but she's emotionally attached and still talks to this person. Her brain won't allow her heart to believe she's being scammed so she believes everything he says, until we can prove otherwise. So, this guy SUPPOSEDLY (everything from here on out screams scam and she sent money by bitcoin in almost every situation!) is 60 something from Sweden, his wife died in childbirth. When they first started talking he needed extra data packs on his phone so she'd send small amounts so they could talk. Then he got sick, then his aunt got sick and finally his son got sick and she was told the son needed to get a kidney transplant. Then her daughter found out (took account control) and since she couldn't come up with another $10,000 to help, his son supposedly died. She already feels terrible guilt about that probable BS. He supposedly was going to the Arctic to supervise work on a pipeline and earn $500,000 from this one job and on the way "back home" he supposedly got kidnapped by 3 men with guns in an Alaska airport. He was never paid for this job and has been in "captivity" since May. His "captors" let him contact her every so often and asked her for $3,500 for a plane ticket (has to be one way, no layovers and she can't buy it) to let him go so she somehow got that there, then they wanted $20,000 instead. Now they've brought it down to $5,000 but she can't get ahold of that much. Before you ask, he has sent her pictures via phone (could be anyone) and her daughter found out and wiped the phone and put passwords on it so she can't download any apps. She has never video chatted with this person, I doubt she knows how, and supposedly can't either way since she can't send him money for data packs and his "captors" watch him all the time, but no longer have guns? Somehow one of her previous providers got pictures of him sent to her phone and she took them and got them printed. He looks to me to be a white man in his mid/late 40s. I also just found out today that she still somehow buys Apple/Google gift cards ($25-$100) and sends him the information. Anyone in their right mind can see this is a scam and she's been told by many people, but she wants to believe so bad he cares for her. Her daughter doesn't know I know and my patient/friend wants me to keep all of this a secret. What in the world do I do? How can I prove this is a scam or how can I convince her that it's not true love? Help me Reddit!!
TL;DR old woman getting obviously scammed and won't believe it until it's proven
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