I’m not a starving artist. Not even close. Mrs. Filthy’s an assistant manager at the fabric shop, and we can afford luxuries like name brand baked beans and the 79-cent ramen with real meat in it. I have enough pocket money for movies, malt liquor and the occasional adult diaper. Plus all the buttons and zippers I could ever want!
If you’re interested in supporting starving artists, go find one and do something nice for them.
I do this site because I’m fucking bored and opinionated, but I have no delusions it’s good enough to deserve to make money. I’ll leave that to the really creative people with Instagram accounts full of pictures of yachts and sleeping bags in vans, or to the young women on OnlyFans who fall into the union of the sets “Need Attention” and “Shameless.”
You should never ever feel like you owe me anything because I sure as hell don’t feel like I owe you anything. We don’t even know each other. If we did, you probably wouldn’t want anything to do with me. So, let’s keep our distance.
However… I did write a little (literally) book called Steve Troubador’s Complete Guide to Living, a cradle to grave how-to guide to help others be every bit as successful as me. It covers middle school, tattoos, college, the importance of toilets, bunk beds and last wills and testaments, plus other shit.
Consider this book my way of supporting you. You can download it for the Kindle for a few bucks, or mooch the first few pages for free on the Amazon site. (Although, the payoff is the last chapter.) If you have Kindle Unlimited or want a free trial of that, you can read the whole thing for free. Its actual value is slightly greater than free.
Check it out. You’ve got nothing to lose but your time, will to live, money and self respect. When I have my next book ready, I’ll let you know right here.