This is tragic or funny, depending how you read it:
Why do I need a food dehydrator for my #mushrooms? Maggots. Please. I have US$10.80 and MXN$1800 (US$90.27). If I buy a food dehydrator, I won't have rent. The #psilocybin is working but I need a little time to heal from years of homelessness. https://t.co/XLFMTYWXur pic.twitter.com/FXriUZQWcb
— Hunter Hogan NOW (@HunterHoganNOW) June 1, 2018
I tried to buy a food dehydrator, but stores in Mexico don't have them in stock—one must buy it on the internet. But I can choose from four different popcorn makers! Or I could buy a mini chocolate-fountain! I went to dozens of stores over three days. Frustrating. pic.twitter.com/NhONgn6ISp
— Hunter Hogan NOW (@HunterHoganNOW) June 9, 2018
Morning medicine—left▶right. Naproxen/lidocaine gel—back pain. Vitamins B1/2/5/6/12 iron & zinc. Antacid/antigas. Diazepam. Loratadine: moldy apt—see white fuzz. Omeprazole. Venlafaxine. Modafinil. More meds all day—barely able to cope, not heal. ~US$6.71/day +food +rent. No $. pic.twitter.com/5FNDjusboU
— Hunter Hogan NOW (@HunterHoganNOW) June 8, 2018
This is just one example of comedic tragedy in my life. I could include some links here asking for financial help, but the lack of more help is merely tragic, not funny.