You Think You’re Ugly But You’re Not

I moved a year and a half ago and finally got around to unpacking my box of finds. I’ve been trying to add but since I moved I haven’t found much of anything good. I live on a golf course now and I guess doctors and lawyers don’t drop much stuff, although I did find … Continued

Hang Out with Just You

I was walking down the street on the clusterfuck of a day that is moving day, September 1st, in Boston. This girl needed me to watch her stuff in the driveway of her apartment building while she went to work, but also invited us in to ransack anything left by her roommates. Among the loot … Continued

Ex Oh Ex Oh

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.

Still Feeling the Lack of Medicine

Another mysterious paper from one of the university recycling bins during move-out week. I don’t think the relationship lasted long after that.

A Note for Yvette

Today, I discovered a note that was meant for some girl named Yvette in my bottom desk drawer. I estimate that I originally found it 6 to 8 years ago at my old high school. The note’s author cleverly censored her own name in case it fell into the wrong hands.

Pick on Someone Your Own Size

We found this inside an old copy of The Martian Chronicles that we were given in Sci-Fi class. The last time the books were checked out was 1979 according to the inside flap. I hope Greg and Heather worked things out.