I found this note folded into a novel I bought new from amazon.com. The novel is Oryx and Crake, by Margaret Atwood, not the type of read you’d associate with an apologetic lover. Or “peeny.”
I am a real estate agent and I was showing a house. This was folded up in the middle of an empty room on the floor. I have pretty much showed it all around Pensacola. One of my friends said I should make it into a poster. Another friend said he wants and make it … Continued
I found this while hiking with about 15 other photos from the same roll of film. This was one of my favorites.
We recently moved into a new house. Soon after, we began getting plain paper-wrapped magazines addressed to the previous owner. We learned through the grapevine that he worked for Hustler or Penthouse Magazine some years back. Strangely enough, about two weeks into our new stay a postcard arrived addressed to Penthouse Magazine. Somehow the writer … Continued
I found this stuck in the windshield wipers of a car in 1991. We didn’t investigate.
My mother’s boyfriend found this one for me on the street near his house.
A co-worker found this in his driveway one Sunday morning. I kept it because it’s so damned funny and disturbing. The simple call of “flaps” got us through several horrendous days.
I found this inside a library book – a copy of ‘We Don’t Live Here Anymore’ by hunky Aussie ex-footballer Matt Nable. I’m definitely planning to spend more time at the library in the future if this is typical of the local sexed-up literati.
I found this photograph along with a number of others dumped beside a construction fence I passed on my way to my morning run around Lake Merritt. This one stood out as particularly mysterious. I feel like the girl’s gesture is part “come hither”, part “fuck you” and part “ooh, money”. But WHAT is the … Continued