Friend of street-hassle Rodger Jacobs' SF situation goes from bad to worse:
We emptied our bank account for cab fare to and from the ER. I need to pick up one med at Walgreen’s today and need to come up with five bucks for that as well as some cash for a decent meal, which I have not had in three days, thanks to the Humira — a treatment I am now backing away from — which waged war on my stomach and gave me dry heaves every time I tried to eat after returning home from the ER on Thursday — local faves, Chinese and Italian, are out of the question but a chop and a small salad would be nice. Assistance gladly accepted at Pay Pal: firstname.lastname@example.org.
I know you have already been fully tapped out from buying a copy of my book, and I am grateful that you tapped so generously. But if you have anything left out of that twenty, please consider paypalling something to Rodger. At the microeconomic level, it all helps a lot. If you could, do it now, before you forget.
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