I found this posted on a laundromat’s bulletin board.
I found this note taped to the front door of our apartment building.
It was on the door across the hall from my place when I woke up this morning.
A lovely note found in my apartment building.
I found this in a basket of scrap paper at the local library, which makes me think it was written to be found.
My dad just called me laughing hysterically- he found this note blown into his yard. Mike is his asshole neighbor’s kid who just graduated high school. Ha ha.
On the way to the movies, I spotted this sign on the side of the road. I had to come back a second time in order to pick it up. It wasn’t until then did I see that its lovely little message was sprawled on a Frank Sinatra album. Hope he got the rent.
My comrade Ian found this detourned flyer hanging in a local cafe, probably Fuel.
Found in the gutter on Ramsay Street. I am most struck by the comment about the stove. It seems to say, “Look, I’m not really thrilled about the dope-shooting in my house, but I could live with it if you were just a little more conscientious about turning off the stove when you were done.” … Continued