Anyone in need of a good artist?

Hello again everyone.

Well, I swear I have a lot of great post-apocalyptic news to share with you and I will share it soon. I hate to start out this blog with a request for a favor, but, welp, that's what I'm doing.

A friend of a friend of mine, Tucker McCokey, is stuck in one of those Artist/ Undesireables Holding Lofts over across the East River in Williamsburg*.

Now, as you know, King The Donald is making life rather hard on the artists, what, seeing as how they're completely useless in The After Times and all. But Tucker assures me he was not really an artist in The Before Times and that he just pretended to be one to get laid.

If anyone out there is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, I've attached on separate squirrel skins his coverletter and his resume.

Can anyone help him out?

Try not to die,

Nonymous


* I just walked down by the river a few minutes ago. Great news: it's not on fire today! So get those fishing rafts moving and go catch yourself some sealicanths!