This was in the back of a sketchbook I found in the UCSD Visual Arts facility. It made my day.
I was taking a break from my run this morning at a shady picnic table in the park. As I leaned over to catch my breathe, I noticed a torn photograph scattered in the grass. I put the pieces together and discovered that someone probably had their heart broken recently.
The papers ask the judge to forego the divorce request because of idiocy and love.
I was working at a Red Cross shelter set up to aid victims of an apartment fire. These guys lost everything, so we were taking donations of clothing. In one bag of clothes, I found the attached note.
My friends think the last hobby must be a euphemism.
My roomate found this on the side of the road in a box along with many other pieces of art. Reads “I love you Mommy, but I do not like you Daddy. You may be wondering where Bobby is now.”
I found in a foreclosed home. There was a envelope that had several double exposures in it. I love how it looks like the cat is watching him bowl
I’m guessing it was taken in the late ’60s and I couldn’t find any information about it besides a scrap of paper taped to it that read “Mung Dispenser.” That’s a whole lot of mung.
Another mysterious paper from one of the university recycling bins during move-out week. I don’t think the relationship lasted long after that.
This note fell out of a book I bought at a thrift store. I can only imagine the backstory … mom pulls a freshly baked loaf of “omish” bread out of the oven and calls for Andrew to come in and enjoy some. Andrew comes to the table and looks at a loaf that resembles … Continued