Jarrett Beireis

Good Better Best. Never let it rest. Until your good gets better. And your better gets best 🐻⬇️

[CJ☔️ @samwakinsvv]

But yall mfs couldn’t wear a fuking mask in the grocery store for 20 minutes

[ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ @justprince]

again, why is every republican just a fucking unapologetic pedophile

[Pat Dennis @patdennis]

Are you telling me my tax dollars are being sent to rebuild all the shit that Pete Hegseth blew up also with my tax dollars

[Matt Royer @royermattw]

Remember when they got mad about how Michelle Obama planting a vegetable garden would ruin the landscaping.

[✰🧃 @AddictKE_]

Only a boomer could find a billion dollars worth of unregistered gold bullion and his first instinct is to inform the FBI. And then act surprised when they steal it.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

It was two in the morning, the hour when even the bravest samurai retires to his bedroll, yet here, a fortress of light beckoned me from the darkness.

Every castle I have ever known has fallen. Fire, siege, taxes. Eight hundred years of my family learning one lesson: nothing stays open forever.

This house has never closed.

Not for storms. Not for holidays. Not for the hour when even the moon looks tired. I asked the waitress when they lock the doors.

"We don't have locks, hon."

No locks. I own walls, moats, and a sword older than this country, and I have never once said anything that powerful.

Inside, a cook was scraping the grill at 2 a.m. with the calm of a man guarding something. I asked if he was the night watch.

"I'm Darnell."

A trucker two stools down raised his coffee. "Place stayed open during the hurricane," he said. "FEMA's got a whole index about it."

An index. The government of this nation measures disasters by whether THIS HOUSE is still standing. In Japan, we measured a clan's strength by its castle. Same thing. Theirs serves waffles.

I ordered. I ate. I confess what happened next.

I did not want to leave. The night outside was large. The booth was warm. I am a grown warrior, and I sat in a yellow fortress at 3 a.m. feeling protected by hash browns.

A castle does not promise to stand forever. It simply leaves the lights on.

I drive past at night now. Just to check. The lights are always on.

Sentries of the griddle — I see you. Hold the line.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A backyard. A man. A grill. Four hours.

He never left it once.

Everyone else drifted, drank, wandered, laughed.
He stood before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable.

I knew him at once.
The keeper of the sacred fire.

I took my place beside him.
I said nothing.

This is the first rule.
You do not speak first to the man at the grill.

After a long while, he spoke.

"Low and slow," he said, eyes never leaving the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."

I bowed my head.

A blade. A tea. A life.
None can be rushed.

I had crossed four thousand miles of ocean to hear my grandfather's words spoken by a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.

"Everything worth doing is slow," I said.

I have never cooked meat in my life.
But I said it as if I had said it a thousand times before.

He glanced at me.
Something passed between us. A current older than language.

His voice dropped, low, almost ashamed.

"My wife says just use the oven."

He shook his head at the fire.

"She doesn't get it."

"They never do," I said.

And this is where the man transformed.

For the first time in years, he had been understood.
He rose to meet it.

His back straightened.
His shoulders set.
His voice fell half an octave.

A teenager reached for the grill.
He lifted one hand without even looking.

"Not yet."

The boy retreated. He did not argue. He could not have argued.

A woman asked when the food would be done.
He told the flames, not her.

"It's ready when it's ready."

Three people approached.
Three were turned away with a single word each.

By the fourth hour, no one questioned him.
The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.

Then he turned to me.
He held out the fork.

"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."

I have stood at the gate of lords with a naked blade in my hand.
Nothing has ever weighed as much as that fork.

I did not move my eyes from the coals.
I did not touch the meat.
I did not know how.
I would not learn.
To learn would be to break the moment.

When he returned, I handed back the fork without a word, as one returns a sword to its rightful master.

He served everyone before himself.
He ate last, standing, still watching the fire.

We never traded names. We did not need to.

He believed he had finally met a man who took grilling seriously.
I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.

Neither of us will correct the other.
Not now. Not ever.

So I have made a vow.

Every summer of my life, I will return to this country.
I will find a backyard. I will find a man at a grill.
I will stand beside him and say nothing until he speaks.
And when he says "low and slow," I will bow my head as if my grandfather had spoken.

I will die before I tell him I do not know how to cook meat.

"KISS THE COOK," his apron commanded.

I have obeyed.
I will obey again.

[Briana Mills, LMFT ♿️🏳️‍🌈🍉 @theBrianaMills]

Literally everyone deserves to go out for dinner, buy coffees, wear quality clothing and have fun experiences whilst also being able to afford rent, groceries, bills & have a little left over for savings no matter what job they do. Why is that so absurd to some people?

[Owen @Owennfa]

BOOMER: “Just buy a house instead of renting.”

ME: “Average house is $420,000.”

BOOMER: “Get a mortgage then.”

ME: “Rates are at 7%. That’s $2,800 a month.”

BOOMER: “Cut back on expenses.”

ME: “I don’t eat out. I don’t travel. I drive a 2015 Civic.”

BOOMER: “Maybe get a second job.”

Funny how every solution means working more for a system that keeps making the finish line further away.

But nobody ever tells the banks to lower the rates.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.

The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.

The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.

Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.

"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.

It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.

"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.

I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.

In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.

And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.

You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.

The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.

I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.

Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.

"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.

Discipline is a journey.

[Jessica Knapik ✨ @JessicaKnapik]

Paid off my car loan 13 months early and my credit score dropped FIFTY points. This country is a joooooke 🤡🎪🔥

[evan loves worf @esjesjesj]

“The guy who has all the money isn’t taking anyone’s money. The people with no money are.”

[grootman @_sameolg]

???

[Gavin 🌲 @Gavin2Hell]

I’m so sick and tired of athletes telling me how making millions of dollars every year is actually really hard man get the FUCK out of my face

[Stella @StellaaSports]

Vegetta didn’t know he could go Super Saiyan until he saw Goku do it.

[Hana 🧡 @HanaHoops]

This is actually lowkey crazy 😭

[Chris Smoove @ChrisSmoove]

Athletes should get fined $1 million every time they complain about mismanaging their $100 million dollar contracts 🤣 You can only blame yourself for losing your wealth.

[Bearsszn @bearszn]

Caleb Williams, Matas Buzelis, Colston Loveland, Rome Odunze, Kyle Monangai and Dayo Odeyingbo all together at Summer Smash 👀

Mob rolling deep last night. 🔥

[Ian Rapoport @RapSheet]

Former NFL veteran Aldon Smith has died, the #49ers have announced. Horribly sad.

[Symoné B. Beez @SymoneBeez]

If $100M isn't enough for you to build wealth, no amount of money will be. They talk like they are making minimum wage or something.