I recently read the book Eat, Pray, Love, having checked out the book from my local library. I found the note tucked into the jacket cover. The note struck a chord with me having had a crappy roommate my freshman year in college.
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.
I found this on the coffee table in my living room. I have no idea how it got there, and I still don’t know who wrote it. At first I thought it was a little amusing, then a bit sad.
