DAVID'S PLACE:

 I am a 74 year old knowledgeable and empathetic guy  who is easy to talk to. I have successfully dealt with obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), compulsive gambling, and other neurotic disorders for almost my whole life.  Through my struggles I have learned that talking to others has been my key to relief and recovery. There is no substitute for a sympathetic ear from one who has been there.  I can be helpful to some who are troubled by depression, loneliness, anxiety, and other psychological miseries. I, too, am damaged goods who has been greatly helped by empathetic others who understand addiction. When we talk it will only be on the phone. No sexual, psychotic, or weird topics will be considered.  I am here only for healthy discussion.   The first conversation is free.  After that, we may agree to a small fee for 20-60 minute talks  Good luck Max reach mer at tshirtdave69@gmail.com

I’m a 74 year old retired, healthy, and  very experienced and sensitive guy who is easy to talk to. I’ve overcome drug, gambling,  OCD, and other addictions and  mental illnesses.  I will be in recovery for the rest of my life.  I have gained a great deal  of knowledge through my own struggles with inner torment. I’ve learned that talking to others who desperately need  a friend who can understand is the key to relief  for at least for a little while. I am only interested in people who are troubled by loneliness, depression, high anxiety, and the miseries of family, jobs, and despair. I only want to talk to suffering neurotic folks and not to people who need more than just  a friend to talk to. I will not deal with weirdos, psychos, violent people, scammers, or  any others who I choose not to talk to.  Others, but please get professional help. I may be able to offer comfort and wisdom  to some because I too am damaged goods who...

 I’m thinking of starting a business where I chat with lonely people for a small fee. Any interest? tshirtdave69@gmail.com

David's Place: TRUMPS SECRET CONFESSION : by RONALD STERN He quietly dialed the stored numbers of the heads of major US news outlets.  It was 3am Tuesday in Washington.   The same wo...

 Gus rolled up to the curb of the first floor apartment at the dilapidated three story building located in Chicago's west side ghetto. He immediately saw the problem. Down the dimly lit pathway by the front door were two screaming African American males. One was a young gang   banger,maybe a Crypt, considering his dress and hair.      His body was coiled with a closed fist and he was ready to attack the guy who stood a few feet away. The older dude  was a broken down, skinny, and and had a long, wiry beard. He most likely was a junkie from his appearance.  He looked like no match for this raging bull.   Gus jumped out of his unmarked car and started running quickly towards the men as he screamed into his radio "4212 S. Troop. Officer needs assistance."   He felt this was going to get very violent. It did with the kid punching the old man square in the face knocking him down.   Gus barked at the men "police. stop." The...

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  Investigate Twitter Twitter should start explaining in plain language to their hundreds of millions of users exactly how it’s rules of suspension are determined and enforced. Former President Donald Trump, for instance, made a personal, profane, racist, verbal assault weapon out of Twitter until he was permanently suspended. So Twitter says. One pile of garbage thrown out. But, tons of garbage left on Twitter that still needs to be dumped. It seems to have taken forever to get rid of Trump and other abusers I’m curious. Who or what people at Twitter decide suspensions? Is it a person, a committee, stockholders, celebrities with big followings? Who? How, for instance, wasTrumps last suspension finally invoked under Twitters unclear and uncontrolled rules. Are suspension rules of enforcement arbitrary and applied fairly by legal standards or instituted by the seat of someone’s pants? Is there equitability regarding this monstrous social platform that hugel...