Juan
I found this on the floor of the F train heading to Brooklyn. This guy must be from the future or something.
Keep on Truckin’
I found this guy lying on the stairs of a semi-fancy local restaurant. He hangs out in my wallet and when I am asked who he is, of course I say “He’s my boyfriend.”
Don’t F with Us
This is one of my first finds. I picked it up off the sidewalk outside of my high school sometime around ’92. I remember there was a fire drill that day. I put this in a photo album I’ve kept for all these years.