What rich fucker needs 55 beds and bathrooms to himself or a small family?
that makes too much sense so it won’t happen
Hey. I live right down the street from this and theyre looking to turn it into a facility for veterans. Theres unfortunately some backlash from the surrounding community, and its hard to see from the pictures but the building sits next to a neighborhood. Its also across the street from an elementary school.
Some people in the neighborhoods are UPSET that this facility will be offering mental health care for veterans. Theyre upset that mentally ill people are going to be coming and going near a school. Most of this is being voiced on the neighborhood forums so I dont have links for it, apologies.
The nonprofit that is leasing the space for their project still needs donations because the building is vandalized on the inside. Mostly from kids from the surrounding neighborhoods breaking into it. Which I know because I went to school with them. Anyways. Good news, this space is being used to help people who need it. Bad news, people are ableist assholes.
hmm, did the polynesians ever set foot in what is now california? could have been night marchers. basically, its tribal spirit soldiers that go marching in the dark, off to war. traditionally, before electric lights were a thing, when you heard the night marchers coming, you stopped and hid. you did NOT want them to find you.
The owners seemed to think my experience was possibly associated with the Tongva — Topanga was theirs first, and maybe theirs still. They were very unsurprised with my story — they’d had many things happen before, they told me.
So Night Marchers? Who knows. REGARDLESS I DID NOT WANT TO BE FOUND
This is maybe not quite wild enough to be The Wild Hunt but also maybe fairies were trying to abduct you :O
my friend called me on the phone from the library to tell me he’d been chased by a mountain lion and he thought he might have vomited up blood and I was in the middle of scrubbing my car and having a heat stroke god my life keeps getting fucking weirder
mind you this is my friend who is the total chronic disaster who got into that knife fight in the middle school parking lot so I’m used to giving him shitty advice but this summer since I don’t talk on the phone he texts me every other day with some new terrible strange twist that has happened in his life like “my girlfriend almost got kidnapped” “there are three centipedes in my bed!” “I almost got mugged again” like normally I would just go help him but I’m 4 hours away now and it’s like he forgets GXHRVGSHFV
your friend is a protagonist
this I’m aware of I’m his sidekick and the epitome of the nerd best friend archetype but still it is my civic duty to complain
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