Drunk drivers suck.

Last week, I had an unfortunate head-on encounter with someone who should never have been driving and crossed a double yellow centerline directly into the path of my Jeep. The Jeep did not make it, I did - albeit with plates and screws holding my tibia and wrist together.

While I’m deeply grateful for all the support and mutual aid I’ve received from my people, both just in being there to talk with or taking time out of their day schlepping stuff out of the tow yard, the fact that we live in a dystopian capitalist hellscape means that bills need to be paid. As someone who also maintains a home for my dad (a 4+ year stroke survivor), I’m asking for help here now because the next few months look pretty tenuous, and anything can help.

And if anyone wants to barter photo work this summer when I’m back up and moving around, I’m totally open to that too!

Thank you all!