My landlord woke me up, coming into my room at 2am, because he was playing poker online, and the internet is awful here, and he assumed I was to blame. Now I'm so tired I can barely find my face.

He also wanted to tell me that he has another roommate lined up to take my place after he evicts me. I thought I had two more weeks, since I paid for them. I've never, ever missed a rent payment in the ten months I've lived here, though I didn't realize it was going toward his gambling.

I've found two local homeless shelters that charge a dollar a day, provide showers, a cot, and one meal a day. I'm trying to get my ex-roommate to rent a storage facility to keep the things I just can't let myself lose-- my drawings, some of my clothes, but everything else gets thrown out in two weeks, or as soon as my landlord can get rid of me. I've always obeyed the rules, I've never missed a payment in the ten months I've lived here, but here we are.

I don't draw as quick as you god-like artists like JWolfsky, Amwulf, Modem_Redpill, ArcticLion, and, well, you know who you are. :) You all amaze me. Your linework, the coloring, the speed of your completion, I am in awe of you.

On a more personal note, to my friends, you know who you are; I will miss you for the rest of my short and painful life.

I wish I had more time to come up with the money, but he is all set to throw me out, and he doesn't care where I go. He's a very popular furry, director of cons, announcer, but I won't name him, because that would be catty and petty. I have endured his cockroach and ant infested house and the constant threat of eviction for ten months. Even the upstairs toilet is broken. I can't get a cellphone signal within 100 meters of this house, so I had to buy Skype credit so I can seek a job, but... apparently it came too late.

My whole life's work is about to be thrown away. All the drawings, all the music, it's all going in the trash. It's like dying twice. I've gone through this before when the fire happened and destroyed all of my drawings, but this... I'm going to die of starvation-- I've read that it takes about 40-some days. It could be worse, I guess.

Does anyone need a roommate? Anywhere? Because unless I can come up with $600, like SOON, then I'm done.

Anyway, I love you all. My parents are gone and the rest of my family is overseas. You all are my family. Thank you for being here. You are wonderful and I am glad to have known those of you I was lucky enough to meet.

PLEASE keep my stories and artwork alive. I've been doing this for 20 years. You all are my life.

Goodbye.