A Lucky Face

FOUND by Cynthia Wood; San Francisco, CA
I found this pink piece of paper on my block. There’s a certain poignancy to what it says, don’t you think? And the absence of any punctuation is curious (was it going to be a poem? Or a song?) There’s also a curious leap in logic, it seems, or else a misunderstanding of the services of a palm reader, as I’ve never known them to be in the business of granting wishes.

I Don’t Apologize For You



Found by Gene Scott; San Francisco, CA

I was descending the stairs at the Civic Center BART station, when I saw this little gem stuck at the bottom of the stairs, crumpled up against the wall. I passed it, then circled back, waited until no one was around, then GINGERLY picked it up (the Civic Center BART station stairs is no place to let your hygiene guard down!) and stuck it in my bike basket. I read through it and decided to submit. It reads like it was written by a homeless person or shelter dweller to another one, and the reference to bleach suggests some IV drug use as well. I don’t know how they worked it out…I am hoping the writer’s name is “Pinstripes” but I can’t quite make it out…