I have spent $232.20 since May 7, 2012, on 19 bottles of all Red Tail Vapor Line, except for the one Aroma Aloha (pineapple) I just ordered today. I have a few bottles I haven't even opened yet, because I am waiting on clearomizers and equipment that works. Since the small Vivi Nova 2.5ml tank isn't out yet, I ordered a bunch of the new Kanger T2 2.4ml eGo CC (Changeable Coils), and the new V3 Stardusts with the changeable coils, both in different colors and different ohms. Videos aren't even out yet on the new V3 Stardusts with replaceable coils and tubes, not to be confused with the CE5 or similar replaceable coils from the E1 and other similar clearos with cheap tubes being sold out there, and same innards or similar, shaped like a Stardust, but not the same as what I'm talking about. These actually have a 510 screw-in connection for the replacements.
The E1 line was a big disappointment for me, only 2 out of 5 worked, and I bought 2 base and cylinders, and 2 cylinders alone additional, for a total of 4 additional coils, and 3 colors tubes additional, and still can't get the dang things to work with this thick Red Tail Vapor line juice. So far only the Mint Mango Berry turns into a vapor I can inhale. All the other flavors I have just produce an acrid smoke from the coil, and spit intermittant hot juice into my mouth, tongue, cheeks, teeth, and gums. One replacement base and coil sold alone, for the E1 leaked out of the air hole and 510 connection soon after I assembled it, while all of my clearos were in a zip-lock baggie in my backpack, while I was in the hospital. My Vanilla Splash WTA was everywhere in the baggie, all of my other clearos were sticky and gross, I had to wipe or rinse them all off. Many of the E1 screw-on tops came without rubber or silicone seals. What a waste of $65.
Lord Davon has a video of the new KangerT2 here:
Kanger T2 (eGo CC Clearomizer) Review - YouTube
But I listen to Lord Davon with "a grain of salt:" he says the E1 is his favorite, #1 clearomizer, despite the flimsy tube. I had a tube melt in the hot water from my tap. I could put my finger in that water, for only a few seconds, but still, it wasn't boiling. I should post photos online. I will admit when the one did work with my Mint Mango Berry, the flavor came through more than the original Stardusts, many times over.
Photo of the new Stardusts with replacement coils here:
Since January 26, 2012, approx, I have spent over $2,000.00 on this addiction/hobby, and I am on Social Security Disability Income. I am spending more money than I was on analogue cigarettes. I could get a carton of Kool Superlongs, or the Kool Blue Superlongs, for $48.90, and I was going through 3-4 cartons a month, and I am spending around $200 -$300 a month, sometimes more on accessories, batteries, defective merchandise, and e-liquid. I can't afford to buy food, so my best friend buys groceries for me, which is against the law if you are living in subsidized housing, and don't report it since they count that as actual "income." If we got caught I could be evicted and never allowed to use subsidized housing again, I make about $100 a month too much to qualify for food stamps. This is a bad habit, but saving my life since I have a bad case of COPD. I have to use oxygen at night, because I stop breathing, but can't get a CPAP machine, because when they set up my sleep study at Rose Medical Center, they scheduled it at night, and I can only sleep during daytime hours. Because the insurance company is so rigid and won't pay for a daytime sleep study, which the Medical Center will do, I could die of sleep apnea, it causes heart attacks and death. I have 100s of mini heart attacks every time I stop breathing in my sleep, and now I have a prolonged QT Interval from the pain meds they have been giving me. I am addicted to those like china white too. I'm sure you have heard of methadone, or generic dolophine. One of my daily doses is high enough to kill 5-10 men with a lethal dose each if divided equally. That's what they mean by "tolerance."
I spent the first half of my life trying to kill myself with cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, and hard workaholic years and years. I was physically and sexually abused from the time I was adopted at 3 years old and my mother married a monster, until I was nearly 22 years old. I worked hard and got jobs that paid me at the rate of $5,000.00 a month after taxes and child support deductions, even though I had a limited education, I worked 18 hours a day, 7 days a week, months on end, but got very sick from Multiple Sclerosis, and now multiple secondary illnesses complicating my life, although I am lucky enough to be spared a large amount of movement and mobility, at least for now. I never finished any of those good jobs on very good terms, I had to take part of the year off suddenly many years, and I was too ashamed to give explanation, so I could never use them as references, because I didn't have time to give advance notice, and wouldn't tell them why. I was always a very private person in my 20s and 30s when it came to my health and past, or when it came to discussing anything outside of my management positions. I'm too close to death to care anymore, now I share anything with anybody who will listen. I am trying to extend my life as much as possible, even if that means vaping at the expense of a healthy diet and vitamins I need, and sparing my lungs which I think are killing me faster if I inhale anymore combustion smoke. I am very addicted to tobacco, it is the only thing that calms me down since I am staying away from alcohol or any street drugs 100%.
Now I want to live, and will do whatever it takes, until I breathe my last breath. I won't let what lowlifes did to me as a child diminish what's left of my short life. To add insult to injury, the ....... plead guilty to everything, but still doesn't have to register as a sex offender, because it happened so long ago. I really don't know the law or the registration rules to be honest. I want him to be publicly exposed, any ideas how I can do so?
My mother had her head so far up her bum, she didn't even know his trial was going on, I was only 14 or 15 at the time, and the judge and courts and social workers were letting the offender phone me in the place where I was in protective custody. She didn't read the newspaper, or cut out articles I could use to post in his neighborhood, she claims no one notified her, I don't believe her, she's blonde, not as dumb as she wants people to think she is. My little brother legally changed his last name out of shame years later, the offender was his biological father. The offender told me during his nightly phone calls, if I testified he would face prison, he would commit suicide, and I allowed guilt if he committed suicide prevent me from testifying, so a psychiatrist did so on my behalf. The day of his trial the psychiatrist instructed the nurse in the hospital that was sheltering me to give me enormous doses of Valium and Thorazine. During his trial I was in the courthouse, but not in the courtroom the trial was happening in. I was waiting in an inner room trying to keep my eyes open. The judge gave him a fluffy sentence saying, "because the victim plead on his behalf." The judge didn't do his job when it came to sentencing, what does a 14 year old child know about justice, and right and wrong? Only now in life have I figured out that I want to make him pay for what he did. I was so scared of him back then. I used to have extended notes not to participate in P.E., so that the coach wouldn't see the bruises all over my back, legs, and ribs, when we had to dress out and shower. I went to the police many times, and they just took me home and told him to beat my behind for running away. He traded the sex for no more beatings, it was a welcome respite from violence, except when he wanted play tie you up to the pipes on the ceiling of the basement while Mom was at her frequent Jehovah's Witness meetings. He bragged after his sentencing to sex-offender counseling, that the counselor who led the group was a recovering pedophile as well, and shared with the group how to offend and escape prosecution from the law. He was discharged early for good behavior, so he claims. He got legal rights to unsupervised overnight visits, and the abuse continued. I brought back pornography from his house to the group home I was living in, and the mental hospital they sent me to for vacations, and the staff who tossed my belongings for drugs never involved the police or tried to re-prosecute him. My social worker who had legal custody of me, told me that it was my fault, because I pierced my ears and dyed my hair blonde and blue in 1986-1987. So I was asking for it by making myself too adorable or too freakish? The adult has to take responsibility for the bad sexual behavior, not the child, but she convinced everyone otherwise. I'll never forget, her name was Gwen Miley, in Harrisonburg, Virginia.
My offender had a sex change in the mid 1990s, and had his first name legally changed, but he was not transgender, the sex change was a ruse, he married a real transgender, which is so screwed up. The transgender woman he married is a real girl psychologically and behaviorally, my offender looks like a man in a dress, and got the full snip and estrogen in Trinidad Colorado around 1995-1996. They got around the laws, by getting married while the other partner was recovering from the surgery, and my offender hadn't gotten his surgery yet, so they were opposite sex, and could legally get married. Then after they got their marriage license, my offender had his operation, by the same doctor, internationally known doctor, but I don't know her name anymore, she's just good at turning boy parts into girl parts, and there is a lot of psychological counselling that goes into the pre-screening process. She has been on TV for her compassionate work helping transgender young people make the transformation. I just want to confront her and ask her if she does background checks for pedophiles trying to go stealth from the law, because she screwed up on this one. I'm tired of keeping his freaking secret about his abuse. I don't want to hurt his post-operative partner though, she seems really cool and never did anything wrong to me. I don't even know what my offender told his partner about his criminal past, if the truth or not? I would hate to think she is happy and OK with being a same-sex partner to an openly confessed pedophile. When I was 14 and he was 40, he openly took me to a gay pride parade in Richmond VA, and introduced me to other people as his lover. What's so stupid, when my offender's partner got a sex change, he got a sex change, when his partner was diagnosed with Bipolar, he got his psychiatrist to diagnose him with bipolar. All my life he changed his religion dozens of times. He joined everything from Mennonites to Church of Christ, Jehovah's Witnesses, Buddhism, and even Catholicism. He tried to join the Catholic laypeople, but they wouldn't accept him after he openly admitted his criminal past with me. He has no other criminal charges in his past. He was very religious, but still did the bad things he did, violence and pedophilia, giving me alcohol when I was only 13 years old, and some inhalable gas that heart patients use for angina pectoris, he called them "poppers," the disco drug name for the heart medicine amyl nitrite.
My mother just told me in May my little brother says my offender (his biological father) watched him shower and asked him to touch himself, but never touched him, but what can we do, that was 25 or more years ago, maybe 30 years or more? I'm sure the statute of limitations has run out by now. He used to blame me that he had to report his criminal past when he applied for jobs, so maybe there is more to his criminal sentence than what he has admitted to me, but I don't know how to find that out, it happened in a very small town in Virginia. I can't talk about this with my psychiatrists and therapists anymore, they wanted to when I was a teen but I refused, it made me too uncomfortable. Now that I am an adult, they refuse to discuss it, it makes them too uncomfortable. Life is too GD ironic.
I think a lot of my health problems are from holding in all the pain and anger of everything that happened, I was a very healthy child, I ate healthy lowfat food, no sugar, no artificial coloring, no soda pop, or candy, or chips except for rare special occasions. We gardened organically and exercised every day, walked, rode bikes, lifted weights, skated, hiked in the California wildlife, and then ended up in rural Virginia, it was culture shock. I think if most of this didn't happen, my health problems would not exist, or be less severe. The mind has a strong influence over the body. I tried to commit suicide several times during my teens and early 20s and succeeded 3 times, heart and lung death, and there was no tunnel of light or afterlife experience for me that I can remember. Doctors scolded me because it scared them they worked on me so long, and why would I throw such a young life away, and social workers spat on me. A suicide hotline worker in Wingate North Carolina, working for a well known charity (I can't think of the name to save my life) hung up on me, said my life as I told it was impossible, and I was lying.
Sorry I got so off topic, I have just been really depressed lately. I didn't sleep from February to June, at all, and now I can't do anything but sleep, and wake up for a few hours a night and go online. I havent' had a depression this bad in years.
