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Ceep You Head Up
FOUND by Genevieve
in Michigan
I found this in the bottom drawer of a dresser in an apartment I was cleaning out. It made me feel kind of sad.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
It is a sad note. I got the feeling it was from some one in prison. Poor, uneducated soul. Hope life didn't treat them too unkindly later.
Really really sad.
What are puiturs? It's hard to send puiturs. Or is it puituis? Those are hard to send, too.
Enyways, I really don't like this mom at all. This is sad.
This reminds me of letter than blew onto my 2nd story balcony. A girl in jail writing and asking about her "homegirls". God I wish I knew about this site back then. The whole letter was just a flowery way of asking for more money to buy snacks at the commissary.
Clover, that's how he spells "pictures".
there's a life of struggle, not only has the poor kid been dealt what seems to be quite the shitty hand by life but the attempts to communicate that realization are doomed to get stuck whereever pen and paper are the medium...
i hope the notes author has seen better days since it was written
This is probably the continuation of a very hard and sad life that is probably lost, one way or another. Make's me sad and very thankful.
Sounds like someone is in juvy.
Even though Mom is probably to blame in some way for this kids demise- at least for his inability to spell- he still writes her and begs her to come and visit. Sad....please send the puiturs, please....
Those were some sad times, but the good news is he made some friends in juvy and grew up to be one of Obama's czars.
Now wait a minute. I have a question about the circumstances of the Find. "Found in the bottom drawer of a dresser in an apartment I was cleaning out"?
Is the Finder the cleaning lady, in which case the apartment was occupied and full of someone else's stuff?
Does the Finder work for the rental company or landlord, turning over the apartment after one tenant leaves and before the next moves in?
Was the apartment (and its contents) abandoned, left for anyone who happened by to pick over?
Any way you slice it, the Finder's Blurb makes me feel uncomfortable. Like we shouldn't have seen this one.
When I was in my tweens, my dad acquired a house that had been split up into 4 apartments. Whenever a renter left, they always seemed to leave a large part of their junk behind...and to have stopped cleaning about a month before their departure. My mom and sisters and I always got roped in as the free cleaning-crew; Dad would promise to pay us girls "a little something" but usually didn't "remember" to. We found all kinds of strange and interesting stuff left behind. My first knowledge of "dirty" magazines, bodice-ripper novels, and (surprisingly) fundamentalist hellfire tracts came from these unpaid cleaning jobs.
I'm not sad, not even a little. Because they always start crying and acting pitiful once they get locked up. They act like victims. They tell you how "sorry" they are. They run up your phone bill collect calling all day. They want you do all kinds of this and that for them, send them money, write to them, even though they've been screwing you over for a long time, they go to jail and you're supposed to take care of them, it's like you're in jail too...And then they get out and go back to doing the same shit, it's all just the bars talking.
Unfortunately, when the F.B.I. raided the house, their arrest warrant did not specify an age for their suspect. After the daughter opened the door to the nicely dressed men in suits and ties (she thought they were the friendly Mormon missionaries again), they asked the young girl her name. As the name matched the one on their warrant, they whisked her off into custody.
Mom was the one wanted by the F.B.I. and couldn't, of course, just waltz in to bail out her little princess (partly because the girl had recently written about how much she hated her mom).
The trial and conviction flashed by. Even now, years later, mom still can't visit her princess in prison because SHE is the one who should be behind bars. It's your basic tragic mistaken identity story except that - because this one isn't a movie - mom won't ever turn herself in so that her daughter can go free.
Roberto had trouble in school because he was dyslexic. His mom didn't speak English and he didn't have a dad, so his parents couldn't help him. Then he got caught at a party with underage drinking and sent to juvy. He kept sending notes to his mom asking them to come visit, but no one did. That was really just because his mom couldn't read English and he kept sending English letters.
Pituitaries sent through the mail is almost certainly a biohazard, not to mention a felony.
I'm guessing it was an unoccupied apartment as the sender said 'cleaning out' not just 'cleaning'.
Terrie- I agree completely, but-ouch- sounds like you have some personal experience with this issue/subject.
Muse-Great story, but the "why you can't" phraseology suggests the writer is African-American.
Librarian-you should writer for Lifetime. You forgot the part of the story where the framed daughter was getting in the way of mom getting her groove on or her new man was staring at daughter.
How does the writer get "puiturs" out of "pictures"? If you sound the word out, in any American English dialect, you don't get anything NEAR that spelling...
So, this is what the taxpayers get from the BILLIONS of dollars we spend on Head Start, early intervention programs, and the public education system. Interesting...
This is sooo sad & poignant... and yep, I think this yearning-for-family note probably explains a bit about how our little 'perp' got themself behind bars.
I'm sorry kid -- I'd come & see you, but it's Saturday and after 4:00 right now!!
@Social -- I somehow thought that one of the writer's (sorry -- wrighter's) cognitive problems might be some dyslexia. Not sure why, but... maybe that's why pciturs (the 'c's seem like they are fallen over, yanno).
Social Worker, if I were paranoid, I'd think that FOUND digs through submissions to find ones that specifically apply to me.
I think though, it's just creepy coincidence.
At first this note struck me as a sad kid stuck in camp. I guess it's just that time of year.
@ Social: I didn't know that phraseology could suggest race.
Sad. I was locked up once, and another girl was there too, she was pregnant. All she wanted was 0.65 cents to buy a chocolate snack cake out of the vending machine to mask her cravings but no one gave her money. I wanted to leave her $1.00 at the front desk when I left, but I wanted out of there so bad, that once the doors were open, I RAN to the car!! Never looked back!! I think about her alot. Its really hard to get thru times like that in a place like that if you have no one to keep in touch with. That's all that kept me going was phone calls from my loved one.. ha! not loved ones just loved ONE. Singlular person. Booo!!
Call me a racist, but this is totally a black guy in prison/jail, probably for drugs. I was in jail once and yes, most of the people there are sociopathic kindergarten dropouts. About half the people in jail are crazy and/or mentally retarded and should be in other institutions instead of incarcerated. At least this goofball misspells the same way every time. This at least suggests *some* intellectual hardware. He might be a "trainable."
If you can't do the time - don't do the crime.
If u kan't spel better - don't send the letta.
this is a little late but
@ hidden in the bottom drawer
My sister had moved, and it was her apartment I was cleaning. She had decided not to live there months prior to the lease being up and let her friend live there so it didn't go to waste. I asked my sister and she said it was from her friends son in a childrens home (not jail sorry for the let down everyone!) she also told me that the "Mom" in this note is now deceased due to drug abuse