So this guy whose work literally blows me away (I think I’ve fallen outta three chairs reading his book) and has received a knob-slobberingly positive review in the literal New York Times needs economic help. That’s that shit I don’t like. Something in life does not compute. Because I formerly thought Michael Robbins’s life was, unlike mine, not besieged by bill collectors and low wages and a thick-n-earthy patina of unhappiness. But it’s not. So try to help out?
I bought a car—I needed one, I was living in Mississippi, & assumed I’d continue to do so. Then I did not have the job. So money I owe on the car, or she is repossessed. And there are other bills. Bills, student loans, Christ. I am in a serious financial crisis, like the one you have read about, except on a tiny poet scale. Plus it has nothing to do with mortgage-backed securities, as far as I know.
I’ve been trying to sell the car for months, for less than I owe. It’s not a sellers’ market. No one’s even made an offer.
I’m hoping to raise $12,000, which is the bulk of what I owe on the car, by asking you to look into what passes for hearts these days. Love.
Yeah, I know. Bestselling Penguin poet, waaaaaahh. But believe me when I say I’m not making any bank off the book. I’m teaching four classes as an adjunct, & believe me when I say that is not a high-paying gig, either. I have no insurance, & my cat has been sick, so I’ve had astronomical vet bills. (I love my cat very, very much.)
There are people with real problems who deserve yr help more than I do. But I’m asking for it because I don’t know what else to do. If you can, please donate something by clicking on the PayPal button over there on the left. I accept any amount of money, from $1 to $infinity.
Anyone who donates over $100 gets a signed copy of Alien vs. Predator with a little doodle of, I don’t know, probably a jellyfish dog is the only thing I know how to draw. Just leave an address in my “don’t ask me anything” box.
You know, I’m as embarrassed about this as you are. Thank you.