Julián Rodríguez

Wanna help?

It would mean the world.

why give?

Well, I could tug at your heartstrings and tell you that life as an independent artist is hard and that making it requires not only talent and hard work but also a surprising amount of luck.

I could also tell you that my cats are about to be classified as “normal weight” instead of “overweight” and that I just can’t allow that. It’s their chubbiness that keeps me going and gives me hope, sometimes. If an animal so innocently dumb and ill-equipped for life in the real world can thrive and be rotund and fluffy, there’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to make it, too. If they’re sad and emaciated, what hope do I have?

I could tell you about AI and how it’s fucking up creative businesses all over the planet or how the world is hostile towards small business owners. I could turn the tragedy-matic to a ten and then let the panic-meter at your feet, screaming.

But I won’t. Not because anything above is a lie, but because I don’t roll that way. Let me tell you why you should give me your money:

... Well, fuck, the truth is, you don’t have to give me your money. I am not owed anything.

But if you think there’s value in having people like me, who try to put into words and scribbles those things we all know but sometimes forget, or if you think there’s something good about someone straying from the beaten path and coming back with an armful of wild, weird things to share with you, or hell, if you just think that this “life” thing tastes better when we help each other and share a bit of the load, then a) you’re awesome and b) I have a shitton of weird things I’ve picked up in my trip into the wild. I just need some more coffee to keep the neurons going and the hand steady.

Buy me a cup?