Paycheck to paycheck and your payment is more than you spend on groceries. And your loan has doubled in size because of interest. And will continue to grow. Meanwhile your credit is garbage and you can't get ahead. Bad credit? Crappy car, needs fixes. Higher interest rate. I'm 41 and trying so hard to get ahead of it.
At the very least cap the interest for people. Or how about no interest. You can't chip away at something that's growing faster than you can swing at it.
When I was about 12 my family, a long with my uncle, went on a camping trip in Gorman California. The sun had just gone down and we had a fire and we're listening to the radio. My mom was in the trailer with my other siblings and my dad, uncle and I were heating up hot dogs by the fire.
These 2 men walk up to our fire out of the dark and sit down and start being super belligerent and creepy. They have knives and who the hell else knows what. They demand beer and hotdogs. My dad, asks them to leave after giving them both a beer and dog. They don't and keep getting more aggressive. They start talking about things like coming in to the trailer and what what else they can have.
My uncle starts to get brave and tell them to get the fuck out. They don't like that and become more aggressive and get out their seats to hurt him. MY Dad tells them he has more to drink in the trailer. He walks into the trailer and walks back out with 2 hand guns and points them at they guys and tells them to get the fuck out or die. I'd like to say it felt heroic seeing him do this, but I was so freaking scared out of my mind. The men leave and you can hear their motorcycles start up and they drive away.
Earlier that day my uncle kept making fun of my dad for being his guns. And telling him he doesn't need them. In the end, we absolutely did need them and it may have even saved our lives at most.
I don't have a moral of the story here. Just a story. I don't carry in public. I'm not even a huge gun guy. But I have one. And it goes with me camping.
No! 7's the key number here. Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 dwarves. 7, man, that's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby.
TheHottub @ TheHottub @lemmy.world Posts 8Comments 180Joined 2 yr. ago
Nothing like Michael Bay would have us believe.