u/wherethehellarethebm

This shit feels impossible to get out of. Need a job to get money to get a place, Need a place to get a job, need credit to get a place. Need money to get credit. The fuck are you supposed to do? I managed to barely scrape up the first month and deposit for a shithole, dropped rental applications off at 5 properties just to get told even with a co-signer and everything else no place wants to rent to someone with bad credit. So what are the options, a hotel with the same shit people that want to drag you down that costs the equivalent of triple rent a month just to do enough work to pay for that and not even touch the debt effecting credit?

It feels fucking impossible.

We were in a meadow overlooking a small industrial city, I think somewhere on the eastern seaboard. We had a large checkerboard cloth spread beneath a tree next to a small rec center style table, you know the ones with attached benches?

At the far corner of the picnic blanket there he was, Jean-Michel the Picnic Basquiat.

A bit amorphous, and a confusing muddle of multicolored lines with a large tuft of hair, but very clearly our picnic Basquiat. When you approached him and asked, he would very wryly provide any food you wanted with a saying about the food. “Pop goes the tuna fish” stands out in my memory. The food was entirely normal except for one big feature, whatever you requested was given to you in the nearest-to-original vegetarian option. No meat, no cheese, nothing like that.

It was all very good? But I was getting frustrated having asked for a roast beef sandwich with alfalfa sprouts and having received some type of mushroom based sandwhich with alfalfa sprouts instead. I was dealing with it when I woke up.

That’s all I got, don’t know where else to put this. The picnic Basquiat.

No. Really. This isn’t a disparaging comment. I keep blowing through my food budget because every night even sober and tracking calories I’m setting down and just eating a pile of shit to curb that stomach feeling and get a little rest. It’s fucking up my plan for saving to get a rental. Do y’all have any tips to actually get some rest in a tent and when I know I’ve had enough calories for the day? My fatass is struggling. Already tried weed, alcohol, melatonin, Benadryl, DXM, and every combination of the above you can possibly imagine. The only thing that gets there is a few beers, some weed, 2 Benadryl and 2 NyQuil tablets but I feel genuinely fucking retarded for a couple days after that combo, and it only works for *maybe* 1-3 days in a row before going to fuck.

I had an early production blued Delta Elite in solid 75% condition that I had picked up from the original owner. Sub 2500 serial number, no major modifications or problems, and honest holster wear from being used as a duty piece. It came with a few holsters & accessories. I would just consider it a good “shooters grade” or users gun.

I received an offer from a collector that REALLY wanted it. Eventually we worked out a deal for my delta & package with the accessories, straight across for a 2021 8in anaconda and a NIB 45 royal blue colt custom. I jumped on it, and have been enjoying them both. The custom went into storage and the anaconda has been my go to farm gun in the weeks since.

Overall, just wondering what the thoughts of the community were regarding this deal. Would you have made that trade? I miss the delta, but am very happy with these two additions to the collection.