The_Hankerchief
And now, I have become Hank, the writer of comics
  • Real Name
    Brennen Hankins
  • Age
    25
  • Gender
    Male
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I have no idea how these people keep getting my e-mail address (probably because I'm both a veteran and a gun owner), but I swear to God, if I get one more clickbait-y e-mail talking about how "You won't believe what (insert conservative politician here) said" or another email soliciting donations, I will track down the information for the board staffs of all of these stupid conservative groups who think I care about what they have to say and sign every single individual up for the Jehovah's Witness mailing list. It's bad enough I have to witness the stupidity taking place in our nation on television and every corner of social media; I don't want it in my email inbox either. Seriously, for every ten I unsubscribe from, two more appear in its place!

And Nazi assholes, I didn't sign up to get sent places like out here so you guys could be douchebags while I'm out of the country. Kindly fuck off and go play camouflage in a snowdrift or something. Maybe you'll get run over by a snowblower, but that would be wishful thinking.

While we're on a roll: assholes who torch cities and drive cars into crowds of people because you feel you're forwarding a cause: Don't care what cause you're supporting. I lose interest when you start harming people who have nothing to do with your issue. Whether you're protesting the removal of a statue or the fact that a sphincter douche whose hands look tiny holding a Whopper got elected for president, don't care. Apparently along the way, we all forgot the basic premise behind the Golden Rule, and we're long due for a reminder of what it's about.

I'm tired of the violence. I'm tired of the stupidity. I'm tired of the property destruction, the media covering the whole mess like it's a damn MMA fight, and bonehead politicians, news commentators, and political activists alike fanning the flames. We've moved beyond the point of insanity to where if North Korea doesn't try to nuke us, the whole nation will be set on fire out of our own doing. And I frankly am just tired.

For the love of God, people, please get your poop back in a group.

(Apologies for the rant, Falc. If you'd like me to remove this, just say so, and I will)
Good deal! Can't wait to see you back in action.

In the meantime, though: Jake, what's the freakiest part about living in Persephone?
Ouch. I had an iPod Classic that did that, just gave up the ghost completely one day, and I don't know why. They don't make the 160 gb ones anymore, either. I was pissed!
I got something that'll cheer you up!
Courtesy of Larry Groce:
https://youtu.be/jQnIL-XPerQ
@The_Hankerchief: For your listening pleasure:
https://youtu.be/E0PUgSKIW0g

I don't know why, but I was reminded of that final line when I read this page. Minus the whiskey drinking, this could be the solution to the problem!
"Well, from that day to this, I have wandered alone,
As a jack of all trades, and a master of none,
With a sky for me roof, and the earth for me floor....
And I'll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore!
Singing, "Bainne na mbó ar na gamhna,and the juice of the barley for me!"
-The final stanza of "Juice Of The Barley", a fun Irish drinking ballad, best performed by the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem
A new challenger has appeared!
@Gibson Twist: @Leesil11: Thank you both. I just saw Peter's lines on this page and immediately empathized. It's real easy to feel the way he does, and I wouldn't wish that kind of pain on anybody.

Hopefully, somebody who's going through a situation like that reads either this chapter, or that comment, and it helps them out. It'd make me happy if it did. Like the old saying goes, "To those that don't know, no known explanation can sway you; to those who do, no explanation is necessary."
Bribery is always the best option.
I got in a car accident last February, in Texas, while down there for job training. I was in a rental car, driving back to the Air Force Base one night, when a driver headed the other direction on the interstate lost control, flipped three times, and came across the median.

Leading up to the accident, I was cresting an overpass, and saw a bunch of drivers that had veered into the ditch off the right shoulder. I moved into the left lane to get clear of them, and looked off to my right to see if everyone was okay. Just a quick glance, less than two seconds. The cops would later suggest that I got "red herring-ed", that the drivers who went into the ditch did so purposely because they saw that guy lose control and swerved to avoid him, and I was the unlucky guy who came by a split second later and noticed them, instead of the car that tumbled across the median and landed in my lane, perpendicular to the direction of travel. As a result, I didn't see him at all, and I slammed into the passenger side of his car at 75 miles an hour.

After the air bags went off and both cars came to a halt, I got out and rushed over to the other car. There was one man in the car, and he wasn't wearing a seatbelt. His legs had ended up on the backrest of the driver's seat, while his upper body ended up in the backseat, with his head between the rear A-pillar on the passenger side and the backseat, arm hanging out the window. I checked for a pulse and waved the fire department over as soon as they got there; the car was too smashed up for me to get him out. I watched as the Burkburnett fire department used the Jaws of Life to cut the roof off the car and fish him out. They loaded him up on one of those boards and hauled him away in an ambulance. That was the last I saw of him.

As a result of that accident, I ended up with some scars on my left hand from when the air bag went off, and was on crutches for two months due to some minor tearing of the ligaments in my right hip. I was treated and released from the hospital the following morning.

The other guy was pronounced dead at the hospital. He left behind two kids, a son and daughter, about my age.

The reason I tell this story is, in the aftermath of the accident, despite the Texas Department of Public Safety, the EMTs, and even the man's own family telling me it was not my fault, I still believed it to be. If I hadn't of glanced over at those other cars. If I hadn't of switched lanes. If I hadn't of taken the long way home. If I hadn't of gone off base to eat that night. If, if, if. It didn't matter that the accident was not my fault; I still hit him, and that meant I killed him. At least in my mind. After I got my replacement rental car, at night, I'd drive back to the scene of the accident and bawl my eyes out, constantly apologizing and cursing myself for my role in what happened.

It took a lot of convincing to make me see how nothing I could have done in that scenario could have prevented the accident. As one of the psychiatrists mentioned, even if I did avoid him, he still flipped his car three times (from what Texas DPS said), and he wasn't wearing a seatbelt. He may have been gone even before I hit him. There's no guarantee he was alive when I hit him, per what she said.

One of the biggest things that helped me see the light was an encounter I had at the Burkburnett police station, a week later. I had to go down and get a copy of the accident report for my first sergeant. As I entered the station, a lady appeared behind me. I asked the receptionist for the accident report, this is where and when it happened, etc. She checked and said the report wouldn't be ready until DPS signed off on it, but gave me a reference number and told me to come back later. As I was leaving, the lady who followed me in grabbed my arm, gently, to get my attention. She asked if I was the other driver in that accident, and after I said yes, she introduced herself.

It was the other driver's sister.

As soon as she said that, I steeled myself for the worst, "Oh, here it comes". I thought she was going to rip me a new asshole, and I suddenly felt about two inches tall. I just wanted to roll down under the floorboards of the police station and die.

That isn't what happened, though. She wrapped me up in a big hug, and told me while sobbing, "It wasn't your fault. Please don't beat yourself up. It wasn't your fault. He would never go for the way you're beating yourself up. He was a good guy, and we miss him, but we don't blame you at all. We can't move on until you heal up too, so please, you need to forgive yourself, too."

I didn't get there overnight. And I still flashback and have problems with it sometimes. But I've forgiven myself, like she asked me to.

Lauren is absolutely right, here. She said it perfectly to Michelle, a few pages back. Sometimes, it is nobody's fault, and pretending that it is, especially if you hold it against yourself, is just going to tear you to pieces.
@Falconer: That was another reason I did. I've been toying with the idea of painting designs in clear phosphorescent paint on the outside of my house, so they appear and glow in the dark at night. I thought this would be really cool. It'd be a little expensive, though.
I'll challenge you to a reading race, ant day. Hahaha
I'll admit, this was one of the myriad of reasons why I bought my house. The biggest reason, though, was, in the area I live, house payments were cheaper than rent
"So selfish, James, gosh...." Lol
That third panel is comedy gold.
He said the magic word.
The Kung-fu fighting reference, coupled with seeing the mike off on its own, just kind of hit me a little. Dang, but is that a fresh wound.
@Wynden: It was a big metaphor for the progression of what happened to rock and roll after the plane crash that killed Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson. It describes the "loss of innocence" that early rock and rollers had, during the Elvis Presley years, the heightened social consciousness that began when Bob Dylan hit it big, during the "Camelot" years of JFK's presidency, the loss of that conscience that rock and roll faced after the death of both "Camelot" and Meredith Hunter at the Altamont Free Concert in 1969, and the broken question of "What now?" in the aftermath.

It's still one of my favorite songs.
They do make surface-mounted raceways for electrical outlets: it's a tube you attach to the wall, with an outlet at one end and two plugs that go into an existing outlet in the other. You can find them in the electrical section of Home Depot.