I survived on intermittent freelance writing jobs and doing just about anything I could do for cash. I sold weed and Adderall, I temped at a literary agency for a friend when he went on vacation, I looked after my neighbor’s pets, I worked as a production assistant on a shitty independent film, I worked a graveyard-shift construction job remodeling a marijuana dispensary, and I sold anything I owned of value just to keep my head above water (R.I.P., guitar with the Weezer sticker). One tight week, my neighbor replaced his toilet and I sold his old toilet on Craigslist. That netted me a twomp and a trip to the grocery store.
Alan Hanson, "Long-Term Effects of Unending Unemployment"