Foreca$t: Praying For Rain

This is an unimaginable task, and I'm still shocked that I'm doing it, but I urgently need your help.

Last week, I hit a light pole while Doordashing to bring my bank account positive, and while my 4 Doors For More Whores was not totaled, she is immobile and sitting in a parking lot across town. The $4 in my account will not afford the tow, nor will it cover my $500 deductible.

If I've ever offered you a ride for your safety or convenience, and you're in a position to do so, please consider helping me now.

The next day, I said too much about my reality and was involuntarily checked into a behavioral health unit for four days, so I couldn't work the job I started only one month ago having been out of work for four months. I can't return to work for an additional two days, so my paycheck will be less than half of what it should be and will not cover my half of the rent, my car, insurance, gas, copays, utilities, phone, other bills, or groceries.

If I've ever supported you financially, emotionally, comedically, or in any other way that helped you stay afloat, and you're in a position to do so, please consider helping me now.

My support network is far-reaching, and I'm grateful for the kids who love me. My resources, however, are depleted. I hate that I'm asking for your help, but while we all know how much I absolutely love options, I'm fresh out.

If you're not in a position to help, I would appreciate your spreading the word. If you're in a position to do so, please consider helping me now, and thanks for listening.