Hi! I'm Danny Cragg.

I've worked on Steven Universe and Adventure Time: Distant Lands and Fionna and Cake. I've been out of the animation industry for about 4 years. I live in Durham, NC, and I love it here so much. But I've not been able to have gainful employment due to drawing cartoons for a living and having no college education being a surprising barrier for any possible job! (And no money to learn a trade or get a quick degree.)

I separated from my partners in 2024 and in the process lost my entire social safety net. It's been a nightmare but I have spent the past year+ building up new friendships and connections, finding work and places to live. With help from family I've got a lovely junker of my own, and I live in a nice place with great friends.

The problem with scraping by, though, is that I have to break and ask for the bare minimum from family or friends who are also just trying to make it by. I've got a car, but I can't afford car my car insurance, inspections, repairs, let alone to repay the family who helped me buy it.

Being in this prolonged state of poverty and surfing overdraft to overdraft trying to put out the new biggest fire for years has me so rocked with trauma that I'm simply falling apart.

I've got outrageous burnout and trauma from the pressure of trying to draw to survive, and I can't do it. I've pawned a lot of my shit off. My cintiq, my switch, my gamecube, rugs, dressers, pretty much everything i could part ways with, and many things I wish I didn't have to. And GOD, I am so tired of weighing the damage to my relationships vs the help I need to ask of them. It kills the soul.

I'm employed!!!! I've got a new job at a bar that ROCKS, and leads on a second job in the same industry. But as far as rent goes this month, I'm just shit out of fucking luck. I'm cutting stuff I really shouldn't be.

Last night I was doordashing and got my car captured by a predatory towing company and extorted for $200. (if I hadn't caught them, it would've been $400.) That juuuust gutted me. And it's the final straw. I can't keep this up.

I'm not in life threatening danger, I'm housed, I have family and friends. I have a job. I have my health mostly. I just don't have any money in a serious painful way, and I need help. For rent, for car registration and insurance, for clothes, for groceries. I promise I'm doing everything I can. It's just not enough.