There’s a Lot of Gray Areas

Found this while cleaning out a respond-to-the-art journal in the Denver Art Museum. At first it made my blood run cold, but on reflection I suppose I can empathize with that buzz of heightened self-awareness that follows an experience that just might change everything (but before it actually has).

The Test of Love

I’m pretty sure this is why my boss is no longer married.

Your Warning

Parked for a few hours in the evening on a residential street and came back to find this note stuck on the window of my car. By the way, I didn’t have a backpack, nor am I bald (or male).

No More

I was looking for a place near the hotel that delivers pizza when I came across this in the hotel phonebook. I guess making a list like this would make me hungry, too.

I Can’t Do This Any More

Here’s a sad little note I found on the sidewalk at the foot of the Clay Wade Bailey Bridge.

I Still Like You

Some kid at my high school was throwing this away and I grabbed it from them and ran off. I have no idea who they were and know no more about this letter then you do.

Love Poem

I saw this piece of paper on the street, at the intersection of Bivins & James Streets. It was early Sunday morning and I was walking the dog and picking up trash. I picked it up. The poem is written on the back of a portion of the wine list from some restaurant.

Keep Your Head Up

Found this on the sidewalk … the burn mark and the message don’t go together at all. I wonder what happened between them.

Cocksucker Sinatra

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.

Dump Adam

Found this stuck to a page in the middle of a used book.