Hey there. You’re cute, come over here.
So anyway: I posted a diary yesterday – word count was at about nine thousand, I could barely read the damned thing myself – about my recent, prolonged and painful absence from the Great Orange Satan.
Anyway, do sit down. Make yourself comfortable.
The subject of War And Peace The Sequel was my recent descent into heavy-duty hard drug use, my struggle with it and, happily, how I’ve clawed my way back to what, in my life at least, fitfully passes for sanity.
So if you have a second, I need your help.
Not “fuck me my Prada is from last year kill it!” help, I don’t wear Prada – it’s obscenely expensive even in inferno-strength fire sales and more to the point, makes me feel fat – it’s the “Rent is overdue and food money is getting a bit iffy” kind of help.
So I did yesterday what I’ve never done and added a little fundraising pitch to the very end of the monster. I’m not good at this; I’ve raised in the seven figures for Democrats, for AIDS, breast cancer and LGBT youth, for myself, barely a dime.
You probably know me as the silly guy, the perpetual jokester who lives for clothes, hot guy, skincare and fun stuff like that. And that is all true. That’s me. The cute one --------------->>
The cute one that right now can’t even work – that requires a new Mac – graphic design, web stuff, marketing. And new copies of specialized software.
I still use Quark XPress, fine, sue me. The Obama font – Gotham, how ironic – alone costs $400. You get the idea.
No, I suck at waiting tables. Babe: I walk into walls stone-cold sober. It’s a blonde thing, sob howl complain :-)
I don’t like doing this. I’ve never done this and, really, I’m not so good at it.
But if you could help out with some extra greenbacks, I would be deeply, profoundly grateful.
Might even not hide your comments. Can I promise that? Hmm. We’ll talk.
Love you, baby. You’re gorgeous :-)