The author of this New Year’s Day reflection looks to be a very lonely and dramatic 18-year old. I’ve got a feeling he’d make a really good boyfriend if she’d ever give him a chance. New Year’s get better once you’re old enough to drink.
Note found on sidewalk seems to be outlining what to say in an upcoming telephone conversation. Detroit circa 1988.
I found this on the Jubilee tube line on my way home from work. It appears to be a kind of diary entry letter to no one.
I found this on my street.
My son found this while walking the dog. Be sure to compliment your bylaw officers. They are people too.
This bookmark was found in a Noam Chomsky Reader at the Goodwill where I work.