After much drinking in Phoenix, we debated if you could really break a pool cue over another person like they do in the movies. You will find your answer in this experiment. We did it for SCIENCE!

She only sees her boyfriend when me and her hang out.
She’s always like “Wanna hang out? I wanna see Te”.
The other day when we hung out it was me, her and another mate and then when our other mate left her boyfriend came and met up with us and I was fully the 3rd wheel so I went and sat on the slide and just looked around. Then 2 different mates came over and sat next to me. My mate saw that I had people around me and so she came over to, ditching her boyfriend.
Then when the 2 different mates left she went back to her boyfriend.
A couple hours later us 3 went to this place and there were a group of our mates there. But her and her boyfriend went and sat on the couch in the corner and left me sitting there by myself at a table while everyone else was playing pool. When they all finished playing pool they came and sat by me and we were all talking and laughing and my friend was again ditched her boyfriend and came running over.
Its like she scared she’s missing out on something when people begin talking to me and shes off with her boyfriend.
But as soon as its just me, her and her boyfriend she doesn’t really care and im like a loner.
Her and a really good mate of mine whos a guy had an argument because he said its obvious what she does.
I don’t wanna fight with her because it sounds sad but shes the only way I have a social life outside of school.
What can I do?

A card trick

My new video is out, a little longer but some shots break the house, so watch it entirely, u’ll be very very surprised to see there is no more limits on a pool table!Enjoy

None. Just that Billiards is a more formal name.

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I learned something about myself today. I learned that I love the ocean, because only there do my tears seem small. I don’t have a lot to do nowadays but cry. What’s the point in driving? It doesn’t matter where I go because all roads are dead ends. What’s the point in thinking? It only makes my obvious flaws seem so much more apparent. Hell, what’s the point in breathing? I’ll die alone one way or another. The only reason I do anything anymore is for that old, familiar sting. It drives me past all roads, consumes my every thought, and forces my every breath. I need it.
I’m not sure how it started exactly, but for too long I’ve been this cretin. A prisoner to the very chemicals I myself push into my body. To have so much control yet be completely helpless at the same time wouldn’t have seemed possible until now. Every once in a while, for a split second, I almost get help. Although at this point I can’t imagine living without it, assuming that what I have now can honestly be called a life. It’s strange, though, because there was a time I thought I might actually break free.
I was living with a friend. I don’t remember her name. A brunette, I think. She showed me this church group where you can talk about your addiction with people like you. They had pamphlets, signs, cookies on little plates, and every other transparent twelve cent piece of negative worth you can shove onto a fold-out table. Churches care so much about those in need. I come in, I sit down, and I talk. I talk for about ten minutes over the exact same thing you’re reading here. Then when we all finish that, we talk again. We talk on our knees. Not to each other, but to God, and at the end of the day, I’m still addicted. Maybe I’m just bitter towards those who patronize me and treat me like scum in order to please their God. I don’t like their God.
The church wasn’t completely wrong, though. I did pick up a Bible not too long after and found it to be a damn good read. I began to believe like the church said. I believed to the very fiber of my being and felt an energy I hadn’t felt before. As if a weight had been lifted. I started to go out for job interviews and turn my life around, but I spun too fast and hit the ground in the same place I was at before. It turns out money just makes things that much easier to obtain. My faith was still strong, my addiction was just stronger. Time after time I chose poison over salvation.
I kept on hearing how everyone has their ups and downs. Hearing from who, I don’t know. Maybe just another one of my own empty pep-talks. Maybe it was God finally talking back. Whoever said it must’ve been right to some extent. The faceless brunette got clean and moved out leaving me all alone with heroin for two. I had reached heaven sooner than I thought. There were so many damn brick walls in front of my destination that no man could possibly conceive hope. I did it, though. Somehow I felt the desire to improve that had been running neck and neck with my addiction all this time. I threw it all away through a pool of tears you couldn’t possibly imagine. Nothing you will ever do could be that hard, but I got through it.
The one thing I hated was being alone. That’s when the feeling snakes back into the forefront of your mind. If nothing else I would simply scream until one of us died. Thankfully it always went first. That’s why, in the place I was at, I needed anything I could get to occupy my thoughts. I got a job, I started working out, I listened to music constantly, and I went to church whenever possible. If you were to look at me then, you wouldn’t look again. Why bother? I was just like you. It felt amazing. I was free and the world felt so much different than it did back in my hell and I honestly had God to thank. Then, one Saturday night, like every Saturday, I stopped for gas. I needed to go to the restroom so I strolled on in.. But one Sunday morning, unlike every other Sunday, I woke up in that very same gas station. My arms felt like dead weight but my head felt light as a feather. An empty syringe lay next to my belt under the sink and from that I learned something: There is no God.
So now, I sit here by the ocean and watch the waves come in. If I were to fall into its depths right now, it would be no different than the helpless drowning I endure day in and day out. It still haunts me how close I had come to oxygen. I had taken so many free breaths. Now the only thought that comforts me is the simple realization that my tears don’t exist in the ocean and when you drown you bleed blue. Everything fades away into a lifeless enigma. I don’t like to think about where I’ll be buried any more than I like to think about the fact that I won’t. Maybe whoever finds my decayed body will look at me in disgust. How would it be any different than today?

1989: This is where it all began. Their friendship began to turn to deeper feelings after this plane crash and their first kiss on that pool table. Love the comedic timing between Susan and Walt www.thejacksonposse.com

My kickass pool AKA Billards skills

In Green Bay, Wisconsin the President holds a town hall to talk directly to the American people about the need for real health reform — no excuses, no endless delay. June 11, 2009. (Public Domain)