FOUND by Doppelganger in an oilfield town in Texas
I found this letter in the grass outside of my sketchy apartment complex. I love the way the writer does such a perfect segue between her gushy pink love letter and the 16-year-old prostitute daughter of a meth dealer.
FOUND by Eilleen at the U.S. National History Museum in Washington, DC
My friend Tom and I found this letter lying on the side of a display about prehistoric ocean life in the Hall of Oceans in the U.S. Natural History Museum. It was folded around a flyer about sharks, which may explain the part of the letter about the dad being bitten by a shark which he believes to be a non-native alien species from Argentina or Chile.
We Googled the “International Congress on Peer Reviews and Editorial Guidelines” but could find no such group or person. I will say that I completely agree with the letter writer about not wanting to be decapitated for the sake of science. That would totally suck. And I will totally drink Sun-Kissed Orange Juice after reading this.
Digging through the books at my local Salvation Army in 2007 and this fell out in pristine condtion. This photo has everything that the 80s had to offer: permed mullet, bolo tie with vest, bad panelling and those ceramic mardi gras masks that every girl from the age of 11-18 had in her room. I wish I could find this guy I would love to know if he still has all of his hair.