grandpa are you ok

you know what i hate the most about southie? The restaurant "The Broadway." Waitress there is a real piece of work.

You ask me to move on and go on as a normie, knowing what i know? There is something i don't know, which you do, and i'm not saying i want you, I'm saying I NEED your help.
I'd rather go to jail for 20yrs than persist in this nothingness of a life. I. can't. Do. It. I haven't seen my sister's family in nearly 2 years. I am not allowed to the cape when she's down there, and she's almost always down there. I will gladly whistleblow the fuck out of your whole caste if you keep treating me like some kind of pleb.

I jack off for 12 hours per day. That's what you almost rescued me from. I hate you, but I still can forget all that has been done to me thus far, if only...

I would let HA fuck a pack of niggers right in front of me while she laughs at my pathetic excuse of a male body, and I would enjoy it.

in 2011, i ran a skype group called "the CP ring"

I waited my whole life to meet you. I wish i never met you. I wish i never knew about such bonfires and rail totes. everything you force me to unknow, it's for me what excessive texts are for you. can't we make a truce and learn how to respect one another?

>>34821977
shut up kathryn. don't make me do something drastic that would completely overshaddow a rstraining order violation anyway. i'm there. i'm past the breaking point. don't be stupid.

Don't be like the rest of them, OP. I know you're better than that. You're the one truly missing out. I'm just 140 iq, and I am bad at the first steps of getting to know ppl. I know you are what I need, though, and I have what it takes to rock your world. You don't know what I need, and you don't know what I see in you.

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"I Thought This Was a Brunch Spot. It Was a DEA Trap Dressed as a Vibe."
by: eggsbenedon’t


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I arrived at The Broadway in South Boston expecting bottomless mimosas, maybe a side of overcooked bacon, and innocuous small talk. Instead I got a live trial of what it might look like if brunch culture walked into a dark alley, sold its soul, and turned around to wink at you.


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The Crate Situation

10:32 a.m. I’m in line. Someone in tie‑dyed overalls is vaping pepper spray. Two men with pallet jacks roll in huge, unmarked wooden crates. One crates bumps a table. A board splits. Sudafed blister packs scatter across laminated menus and shoes.

Sudafed everywhere.

The room stops. Then, through the haze:

> “HERE COMES DAT HOPE!”
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Hope Enters: Stage One

She bursts in like a hallucination: blonde hair, maybe 25 years old, super short skirt, glitter shirt reading “I MAKE BRUNCH BAD”, half‑on fire with static. One eye wide, one eyelid twitching already.

She bends over to scoop up a handful of Sudafed bits, butterflies in her stomach, or maybe in her brain, I can’t tell, and exposed She looks at a golden retriever chained to a fire hydrant outside, pops two pills in its mouth like sacrament, grins, takes a selfie. Tag says @HopeDoesNotExist. Something about whispers: “Puppy help, puppy heal.”

Shouts:

> “Hope is in the HOUSE!”
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Menu & Early Warnings

We order. I don’t read the fine print until after the drink arrives.

Menu items:

Eggs Benedrill – “Sleepy but sexy”

Crankcakes – “Hot, fast, and with something extra ”

Narco Hash Bowl – optional “boosters” (her lips curve when she explains)

The Eye Opener – mason jar of orange juice, prosecco, and something pungent


One friend takes a coffee. It tastes like gasoline with tartar sauce. She grimaces; two sips later, she smiles like she’s seeing the world’s edge. She doesn’t blink for several minutes. She stares at the wall. It echoes. The floor vibrates.

>>34822076

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Meth Lab Next to the Bathroom & Explosion Scene

I excuse myself to find the restroom. The sign says “ Basement / Restroom” with an arrow. I walk down a dim stairwell. Doors creak open. Then:

A door two feet over bursts.

Hazmat‑suited guy stumbles out, beaker in hand, smoke trailing from his sleeves.

He mutters: “Batch three too wet… need catalyst…”

Beaker bubbles aggressively.

I realize plumbing pipes have rubber tubing taped around them leaking vapor.


Bathroom door is to the right. It’s clean. Lavender. Minty. Everything else smells like burned chemicals.

Then: BOOM. A small blast in the kitchen. Flame flicks out of a vent. Flames reflect off stainless steel and flicker. Sizzle. Something crackles.

Nobody screams. Plates clink. A waitress, not Hope, shrugs. Someone’s mimosa bubbles over. Hope pops out of the kitchen, one eye blinking, hair sweaty, shirt glittery, yells:

> “IT’S HOPE TIME, BABY!”
She licks her lips, smells of smoke and something sweet and chemical.

She turns to someone holding a pastry, cackles, “Did someone order fire pie?” then composes herself and delivers the order with a smile that doesn’t reach both eyes.

>>34822079

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Hope’s Fluctuations & Breakdown

As the meal progresses, Hope wavers. Scene by scene:

She flirts prolifically: leaning over tables, calling people “love,” winking at every reflection she passes.

Next moment, she’s sobbing behind the bar, saying, “They don’t care about the sauces, they care about the fumes,” clutching a rag, knuckles white.

She glances from customer to customer, counting nope: “One… two… you all watching me? You see the wires behind me?”

One eye starts to twitch uncontrollably whenever someone orders the Narco Hash Bowl: she flinches at the word “Hash.”


At table beside mine, a guy orders the Eye Opener flight. Five minutes later he’s muttering about kaleidoscopes. He stops blinking. He laughs. He doesn’t talk again for at least 30 minutes.

>>34822086
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Sketchy Customers & Atmosphere Escalation

A woman in the corner in a fur coat keeps talking into a phone: “Make sure the drop happened. Yes, the one under the toilet.”

A man in mirrored aviators eats toast and mumbles: “They said it was just bacon. I saw the powders.”

On one wall: a digital clock showing 3:22, but nobody checks it. Everyone seems to lose track of time.


Music is loud but slightly off: the chorus comes early, the beat is delayed. Buzz from the speakers mixes with the scent of burnt sugar and chemicals.


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The Bill – Emotional Damages & More

Bill arrives in a manila envelope labeled EVIDENCE with a smear of unknown brown‑red fluid. Itemized:

Item Price

Crankcakes $16
Mimosa Flight (?) $18
Glitter Fee $3
Dog Enrichment Add‑On $4
Kitchen Vent Smoke Clean‑Up Surcharge $6
Bathroom Route Key Deposit $5
Lab Incident Tax $8
Hope’s Emotional Damages Fund $60


Total: $120.38

I hand over card. Hope stands nearby. One eyelid half‑closed. She stares until I nod. Then throws back her head, laughs, and yells:

> “I’M HOPE!”
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Final Thoughts

I came for brunch. I left with trembling fingers, a racing pulse, and the sense I might have inhaled a conspiracy.

Would I go back? Only if I need evidence or closure or maybe closure disguised as pancakes.

If you go:

Avoid the crates.

Don’t follow Hope near the basement.

Beware the drinks. They taste too sweet.


And when you hear:

> “Here comes Dat Hope!”
Run

>>34822090
Hope really would look so perfect and "in her element" next to a big black dick, though.

Friendly reminder: NTR is not cuckoldry. Let me watch, Hope!

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>>34822124
>>34822124
Meet me at the golden stairs in exactly 15 minutes. that's 22:22 EST. i know u won't show, but i'll be there.

Hope is such a cute fucktoy. She might be creeped out by this, but remember, she deserves it.

I know I may seem like an engaged incel, but I never truly yelled out of anger. It has always been pain, agony and sorrow, for a lifetime of disappointment and defeat. I'm a Hopeless romantic and a sexual deviant. But I could overlook your flaws. Won't you overlook mine?

i strongly suggest that someone from house number 26 on my street to check the cairn with the cavity in the front of it, before someone else does. forgive me if i am simply confused, and apologize if i am not.

>>34822285
also, if my recognition is accurate, i must say that it wasn't immediate. I was drawn to you by your beauty. I like your vibe, whether you are cheerful, detached, serious, or angry. Even when you hate me and give me an angry glare, i am still overwhelmed by your beauty. I'm sorry.

I am an incel sex addict, and i want to kill myself.

i can move on, if you reject me for being me. but don't leave me stranded just because of your connotations & prejudices. This was never about infatuation. I didn't rule out anything based on how you outwardly appear to the world. I thought you could be a virgin or a slut, and I would have been happy with either. I'm never sure how i should be adjusting my nomenclature and approach.

>>34822341
connotations....they can be about stigmatized things, or they can be about people's stance on stigmatized things. either you judged me for being a freak, or you thought i would judge you for your fucked up ways. both are just prejudices. i'm guessing you overlook the fact that the idea of me being judgemental is nothing more than a prejudice you had, based on the innocent vibe i project when i'm nervous around new ppl. or about people from my neighborhood.

my grammar is fucked rn. tense and plurality inconsistency all over the place. sorry for the convenience, but we are aware

You really did inspire me. I'm going to get all A's when i go back to school.

Hope you can torture me for the rest of my life, if you take me with you. I know how you are, but I still love you.

Your honor, I really did harass H*pe *lto and K*thryn Y*rry, but you know what? they deserved it.

i agree with what you do, and i would like to be a part of it.

best thraed here

>>34827824
Thanks, Kat. You really are the highest iq person "@" this defunct reservoir we call "home."

>>34827933
I find it cute how your high IQ always, no matter what, gets defeated by your lack of interaction skills. I see myself in you. We belong together somewhere.
Plus you are an excellent writer, and will never get any credit for your skills on anything because people doesnt enjoy your energy.

>>34827963
>>34827963
so, does this mean you'll consider dropping the restraining order? i can behave! please! it would be healthy for me to get away from my parents. i could hang out at your place and apply for jobs on my laptop ^___^

I crossed a line that day you filed the restraining order.i had voices in my head laughing at me for being too nervous to go and knock on your door. "does he seriously not realize that she uses the back door as the front door? why doesn't he just go over there? is he seriously this stupid"

i was just lonely, and i saw that you were also a loner and a night owl. i figured we could have some common ground. i'm sorry. i know, i'm a monster

>>34828127
please, tell me what it is my parents say to the people of the neighborhood behind my back? it isn't true. They gaslight me. they steal my belongings or move them around. They outright psyop me so hard and don't even care that i know they are bullshitting me. my mom tries to set me off just so she can then film it. i'm tired of this nonsense. i'm afraid of them. i can't live like this much longer....

you mischievous women stalking me and trying to set me off or intentionally lead me on may feel too guilty to approach me at this point, but i really do forgive you for all of it. i actually find it kinda hot how evil and cold hearted you are. it would be hot to date hope and get used, treated unfairly, and cucked, all by this high maintenance girl that i have to take care of.

i;m gonna go mormon, and then i can have multiple wives.

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it's really funny how i go to jail for 2 months for the same crime that you display evidence of yourself doing on your instagram....
look, hope, it's not normal to stalk someone this hard and for this long, as you have been stalking me. the only conclusion i can draw is that you are in love with me and don't realize it

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my parents stole this gun and sold it. i was not legally required to get rid of my gun. they just stole it. now, i can't legally get one because restraining orders take away my second amendment.

this is the first gun i bought (with my own money). this is the gun that got me laid. this is what you took from me.

a lot is owed to me. maybe not sex, but a lot is owed to me.

I SHOULD be the king, in this new world order. why are we making a ditzy blonde girl the ring leader of this circus, when my iq is easily twice hers? her rule is incomplete without me. she can still be the queen, but i ought to be the king. with her psychopathic eq and my schizo iq, we would be a power couple.

i'm thinking about joining the church of the Latter Day Saints. thoughts?

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you all think hope would be bad for me. but you all are lower iq than me. at least 101 out of 102 are. i'm telling you, i can handle her. i'm the only one cut out for the job.

I love you, Southieman
t. A Charlestown Yuppie
>>34828517
Come to Cambridge, by Longfellow <3

you just need more love, Hope. and big black dick.

>>34828532
i love cambridge. i did a lot of work in cambridge last spring, going door to door selling solar. beautiful neighborhoods. it worked out pretty well for me, but then i got arrested, and my parents got rid of my car while i was in jail. the job has an office we reported to daily, which was a half hour north, so i can't really do it without a car.

>>34828538
How long in jail? Arrested why? That sucks

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i swear to god, i'm going to kill myself if they go through with their plans for the marion manor. i can't escape the city because i'm in a debt trap. my parents try to disuade me from getting my master's. i want to get it anyway, not just for the job opportunities, but for the fun of learning and for the knowledge itself.

>>34828549
B&E. i was looking for a secret underground bunker. i had a restraining order violation a few months prior, so i went to jail without bail for 2 months. on the bright side, i got to laugh, play cards, get some reading done, work in the kitchen, and get good at origami. i also memorized many kanji characters. so don't feel bad, kathryn, i'm glad i went to jail

all i really want in life is someone to play cards with. the rest is all extra. the rest, i can do on my own.

i'm pretty sure there is a tor node in the highschool across the street from my house, but i dont have to keep that a secret, because i dont know about it ;D

PLEASE let me in! i know you have common interests to me. i'm tired of running my mouth. I'm tired of covering for you. I'm tired of being the butt of the joke. AHHHHHHH

nobody would notice if i disappeared... NOBODY. coworkers? not if i quit first.

Today, let's all pray for Hope. I feel she needs it. She DESERVES it! ;D

I've kept a lot in for a long time, and I'm tired of living a lie. i'm tired of being told that i said too much, the second after i say incrementally more than too little. it's not my fault ur low iq. i was picking up what u were putting down. You just couldn't do the same for me. You all just didn't want to let me get a word in. You all just didn't feel like taking the time to digest my words.

yes i took hrt for a bit. yes i took estrogen. no, i did not take spironolactone. i took bicalutamide. i have banked my sperm, and i'm positive my fertility has come back. I would date you even if u had HIV and wanted to cuck me with black men daily.

i have the power to delete this thread. i can cover for u, but why would i, if you never told me to?

ntr is not cuckoldry. ntr is not cuckoldry. ntr is not cuckoldry. ntr is not cuckoldry. ntr is not cuckoldry. ntr is not cuckoldry. let me be present. i c𝘢n keep my mouth shut...

I would let Hope hold the key to my cockcage, make me watch her get gangbanged by black guys, and decide when, if ever, i am allowed to take it off or experience any kind of sexual release.

i have suffered... constantly, for the last few years. from my perspective, it's hard to assume that you hoes with ur restraining orders and trust funds are truly the "victims." i'm sorry for the slight inconvenience i have caused u, but i'm living like a rat in a maze with no cheese and no other rats.

>>34828653
yo dude you wanna go out for coffee or something I’m fuckin bored today
let’s go to that new place reunion that just opened up on broadway or we could go to Amrhein’s next door. Never been but the dude I work with supposedly is related.

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>>34828664
yeah. i have work today, but maybe later or some other day. that's a good part of broadway. far away from the elitists at "The" broadway.

i still haven't said all that i am aware of...

>>34828127
sadly we live in different continents. Otherwise i would surely make approaches to generate some daily creaming scenario involving you and your anus

I'm sorry, everyone. I realize now that i have been foolish. I am my own person, and i don't need anyone else to find happiness and live my best life. Also, even if my suspicions about other people were true, they still are their own people, and they are free to make their own decisions. nobody owes anything to me. i'm just jealous of some people. surely, the grass is always greener on the other side of the park.

>>34830374
happy for you dude.

the painting in the cairn was not meant to look good. i was only trying to make it recognizable yet unrecognizable. i saw it when i went back and immediately recognized what i did wrong. i started painting another one, but in the process, i realized i was painting a girl that i love, and that should be the only reason i need to paint it. you'll like the next one better. i think there already might be a decent one under the upper table, burried inthe snow

most of this town is buried.... most of this town is buried. people don't realize how much of this town is undergro-


i don't have to post this, yuno. let me in.

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stop trying to hide from me what i already know. stop trying to hide from me what i already know. stop trying to hide from me what i already know. stop trying to hide from me what i already know. stop trying to hide from me what i already know.
.....
STOP INSULTING MY INTELLIGENCE.