A bit of an emergency my dear, devoted fans.

“I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, Dagon

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So this post is a tad unusual. Its a plea. Fuck I hate doing this kind of thing. 

A plea, one I had not expected to make as for a good while everything was going fairly, mostly, well for me in financial matters. However my passport expires soon, which is only a problem since I live in a foreign country at the moment.

I had the money to renew it, but my car blew out two tires in one week. One from simple fatigue by the look of it, the other one caught a bullet ricochet while I was driving with two friends in the car. It would seem we passed down the wrong street in the wrong town. It happens. It sucks, and drained my savings, but at least it wasn't the round of buckshot my mother and I got in the back window of her car when driving in an especially friendly part of Jacksonville Florida in the mid 1980's. 

 So, the part of this that includes the copyright notice and a passive request to donate via PayPal or become a Patreon subscriber comes now instead of at the end where nobody reads them. I never do after credits scenes...

https://www.patreon.com/jamesradcliff
 
paypal.me/jamesradcliff 
 
New Pateon subscribers are always good, and once again I;m deadly serious about those reward tiers, but in this particular situation PayPal is much preferable as my time to rectify the situation is limited by about a week and a half. 

Obviously I wouldn't be mad at a friend, family member, or fan who wasn't able to assist me in this matter. We all have our own concerns and troubles. If you can help out it would be most appreciated. And no, this not where I break into a solo of 'Bother, Can You Spare A Dime'. Wrong genre.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and even more thanks for considering it. Seriously. Thank you.


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