I’m Jake, 34, from a nowhere town where grit used to pay off. For 12 years, I hauled ass in construction—long shifts, busted knuckles, but it kept me going. I had a shitty one-bedroom apartment and a few grand saved up. Then life decided to fuck me sideways.
Last year, my mom lost her fight with cancer. Watching her fade while chemo ate our savings was hell. Then my dad’s heart gave out—still in the hospital, racking up bills I can’t pay. I drained every cent I had—thousands—on his meds and living costs, trying to keep him alive. Three months ago, my job vanished. Company folded, gates locked, no severance. I’ve been scraping by on odd jobs—shoveling snow, fixing fences, anything—but it’s not enough.
Rent’s $1,500 a month, and I’m two months behind—$3,000 in the hole. Landlord’s done waiting—eviction’s set for March 26th, 2025. I’ve sold my tools, my old TV, everything I could, just to eat. Now I’m down to $47, no family to lean on, and shelters are packed. This site’s my last stand—send SOL to HMPSWkuw1BikTvDGJFApkMso62yS1QEYCTvyWHhEWpj7. I’m not here for pity—I just need a lifeline to climb out of this hole.