Hello my dearest degenerate friends. First and foremost, let me introduce myself and my Christmas list of issues and short comings. I go by Tweak the Tree Rat, for obvious reasons.

I have gathered you all here today, not to cry for help, but to seek your support and pity in regards to further flourish my "drywall dust" dynasty. I need you...and mostly your donations.

We've all hit rock bottom a time or two, and maybe even found the dirt floor basement. Who's judging? I'd graciously love and please your great aunt for a bountiful harvest of the "devils dandruff". You probably would too at 4am when you run out, along with taking a second look at that tissue you just blew your nose in. Again, no judgement, we've all been there.

By now you may have guessed that my tree house has been foreclosed on, along with my house keys containing the last remnants in each and every groove of my Kwikset key I was saving for an emergency.

I will continue to stand outside every possible convenient store and beg with the best of them. I came here in hopes to reach a larger audience and individuals with the purest of hearts and fattest of wallets.

I'm here to break eggs and bake cakes, all I'm missin is the "flour". I have full intentions of finding out lord and savior and also asking him for his spare change,too

THAT WAS THE OLD ME...

IM HERE TO FIND OUR LORD, INTERNAL PEACE AND SOBRIETY. PLEASE HELP US GET OFF THE GROUND AND BACK UP IN THOSE BRANCHES ️

. No shame # prayerz