Let’s Bail Out The Dummy

A specific confluence of unfortunate events, improvident decisions, and perhaps interference from certain malicious trickster deities have resulted in the imminent collapse of my personal  socioeconomic structure, which is to say I done screwed the pooch agin.  I need a stopgap to stanch the flow before I bleed out entirely and while an assist here may reek of enabling, approval, and other recovery proscriptions, considering it a donation to the furtherance of Art may assuage your misgivings.  
  Look, I know my writing was better in prison.  Time was devalued to post-Weimar currency levels and while returning me there may ultimately benefit you, the reader,  I promise to to strive for maximum excellence and productivity in all my future scribbling. And to stay clean. Thank you.