A few people were interested, if not appalled by the story of
my first
time using meth, and some of those people wondered about the end of that
tale which I did not include in that post. Well, here it is.
That link is a post on the original blog, Breaking Free. The post itself is a
recreation of a treatment assignment I wrote while I was incarcerated in Willow
River, that I rewrote once I was out in the real world a short time later. It’s
a sad narrative but very expressive of my life at the time. The disheartening
stories seem to be trending on my blog recently, so I think I’ll keep this one
a little on the light side.
I’ve written a few paragraphs, but can’t seem to nail down
any one idea. So, I’ll take this time to make another attempt at promoting my
campaign on GoFundMe.
I have raised $178, and I am very grateful for everything that my followers
have donated, but did you know that people have far worse causes and are
raising much more money than I have with even less of a fan base?
Joe Campbell of parts
unknown lost $137,000 overnight on E-Trades, and found himself in financial
chaos. He turned to the crowdfunding site, and asked for the public to help. The
community was generous with their money, but not liberal enough He raised
$5,000 in a matter of days. All I’m asking for is one-fifth of that amount, and
I’m coming up short. So what do I have to do? What is it that you people want
from me? I’ve shared my link on the almighty Facebook repeatedly, and some
people have gone as far as to like the link that I’ve shared, but
that’s it. I’ve posted the link in many recent blog posts. And I’ve sent out a
mass-text. My next step has to be going from door-to-door, which I haven’t done
since I was a teenager delivering take-out menus for the local Thai restaurant.
I’m at a loss. Maybe I need to face-lift the campaign itself, to make it more
appealing to my audience. That’s something to think about.
This post is severely short, and it’s taken me nearly two
hours to type what I have. My FitBit says I only slept for one hour and
fifty-one minutes last night, so that’s my excuse; I’m tired.
What awful resolution.
