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Is it storing the water under the barn for later use? Where does it end? I need a resolution.

It looks like there's a wooden deck coming out from the side of the building there. So, likely, it just goes under the wooden deck and terminates where the deck ends.
 
Is it storing the water under the barn for later use? Where does it end? I need a resolution.

my guess is that the drain runs underground and away from the home to an exit off a slope, though a cistern/rain collection system makes sense given that it's a vineyard-ette "weekend retreat". usually Dwell is quick to tell you how fucking energy efficient the homes of these millionaires are, though.
 
I'm super worried about the origin of my crinkle cut fries when I'm eating them with hot dogs and chili.

If any of that food isn't weaponized cancer I'm doing ok.
 
Does anyone else have a friend in high school they were pretty close with who has just basically ruined their own life with poor decisions?

I lost touch with two of my pretty close bros from high school after we graduated. Coincidentally got the ol' Facebook friend request from both of them out of the blue a few months apart. One is now a literal lunatic who just recently finished his most recent stint of commitment, the other is just this complete waste of flesh now. His FB is 5 posts a week, liked by one person, his only living grandparent. 35, single, just....fuckin' A.

BYM, expect this to be a major portion of our lunch chat on Thursday.
 
I see some high school friends when I'm back in my hometown around Christmas and keep tabs on a few through social media, but that's about the extent of it
 
I'm actually much closer to my HS friends than my college friends, which I know is rare. I had a group of 8 HS buddies who stayed close through college, and we're still tight today. Four of us ended up living in Austin together, and that made up 1/3 of another large friend group that I still keep in touch with. I had 16 guys attended my bachelor party, and all but five I went to HS with. The other were a fraternity brother from Kernersville, and a couple of buds I met through my HS friends when I moved to Austin.

I assume that makes me a weirdo.
 
A decent portion of people I'm still friends with on FB from high school just post a lot of memes about Donald being the GOAT and pictures of them sitting around the house with their three kids.
 
I had a buddy in high school who was fucking crazy. He was a sociopath -- very smart, but conceited and narcissistic. But he was one of the few semi-poors at this school along with me, and alternated between a pretty legit punk look and then a credible rude boy look after I introduced him to ska. (Full disclosure: the ska I introduced him to was Mighty Mighty Bosstones, but we eventually found our way to the real shit and went up to Phoenix to catch the original Skatalites at some point junior year, I think.)

He was a severe alcoholic even at 16, and he started having these seizures where he would pass out. It happened when he was driving once and he got his license suspended. I don't remember when exactly I figured out I should probably stop hanging with this dude, but it was shortly after a house party we attended was busted up with a full on SWAT team invading from the wash (dry river) through some backyard fence, cop helicopters, many cars, lights, sirens, etc. etc. after some dumbass tried to sell meth to a very obvious undercover. We only got out because 1. we were with the band (it works!) and 2. I had my rich high school's t-shirt on; the cops looked at me and said "you shouldn't be here, take off" and that was that.

Anyway, I didn't hang with him for a few months senior year until the very end when we ended up at a dude's apartment near U of A that graduated the year before. Half of a crew stayed at the apartment and got very stoned (this guy Tom did not smoke, but got very drunk as per usual), half went down to Nogales to gamble. The Nogales crew came back completely sober because no casino was serving 18/19 year olds, and Tom decided he wanted to get a Clash tape from his car back at the friend's place where we had started - maybe a mile away. I think we were all zonked out listening to some weird trip hop and he was bored. He asked for my car (my mom's car, who was out of town and I was supposed to be at home with my 13 year old sister), and I was like "fuck no man, you're hammered, get real." But he convinced one of the sober Nogales crew to ask for my keys, then once they got to the car, took the keys from him, drove, passed out, and crashed my mom's car. Then came to, and, in front of a crowd that had gathered by a UofA frat house because he had crashed into the back of one of the brothers' trucks, announced that Charlie, the other sober friend, needed to say he was driving because he (Tom) was drunk and would get into trouble. Somehow this all got swept away because Charlie's dad was super rich and paid someone off, but my mom ended up having to foot the bill on her own car. It was fucked up.

I dropped Tom permanently after that, but he would occasionally try to get in touch with me during college and afterwards, and would get manic. Like, I got a message from a weird name on MySpace once with no identifying pictures or characteristics, just like a "what's up." I didn't respond, and then a day later got a message that was like "FUCK YOU THEN MOTHERFUCKER I HOPE YOU DIE" or something like that. We finally caught up a couple of years after that on the phone and had a good conversation; I was in NC at that point and he had moved from Tucson to the DC area, and wanted to hang out. I was non-committal, but didn't shoot it down. He called me the next week and I didn't pick up. He then proceeded to call me every 15 minutes and leave increasingly angry drunk threatening voicemails and I just blocked his number. I emailed a mutual friend after that and she was like "yeah, I guess he's had some problems -- he holed up in a house with an arsenal a couple months ago and a SWAT team had to come talk him down." I don't know how he was out of jail, or if he even went, or what. Crazy shit. I thought he might show up at my house and gun me down.

No idea what this cat is up to now. I saw some pictures of him from his sister's wedding a few years ago and he looked bloated, but had a sharp suit on. I think he got some jobs on some ships and spent some time at sea. Crazy motherfucker.

Thanks for the prompt to take that journey down memory lane. Good times. Tucson is weird.
 
I graduated from a class of 41 in Tucson, Arizona and three of us ended up here in the triangle (one getting his PhD at Duke, one getting his at UNC, and me slumming it up as staff at the library) for a few years. It was cool. Two of the few people from my class and the school who I actually wanted to see, though I'm pretty cool with most of the ones I keep in touch with via social media. One of them is in Denver now via Berlin, but my other buddy is still around and we hang sometimes.
 
I'm actually much closer to my HS friends than my college friends, which I know is rare. I had a group of 8 HS buddies who stayed close through college, and we're still tight today. Four of us ended up living in Austin together, and that made up 1/3 of another large friend group that I still keep in touch with. I had 16 guys attended my bachelor party, and all but five I went to HS with. The other were a fraternity brother from Kernersville, and a couple of buds I met through my HS friends when I moved to Austin.

I assume that makes me a weirdo.

Have you ever used the term “JACKET PRIDE”
 
Just had a parent email today about their child, last name was Chachkes

That can't be real. Because if its pronounced how I assume it is, it might just be the best last name ever.
 
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