Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Found

The other day, while coming home from work I noticed a few tiny pieces of paper at the corner of the sidewalk in front of my apartment. Lately, due to our new neighbors, that area has been getting pretty trashy with cigarette butts, aluminum cans, fast food wrappers and other crap. Not as bad as some of the stuff people toss in Mark's yard, but nastier than it needs to be.

This new bit-o-garbage did not appear especially interesting at first, however as I was walking by I noticed tiny writing on one piece, so I went back to take a closer look. One had a name written on it, and one was blank. Here is the third, front and back (the nickel is to show size):



I picture a future of cops and tears.

(edited 02.23.04 - 4:05pm)

No comments:

"Boring a hole in the patient’s head creates a door through which the demons can escape, and - viola! - out goes the crazy."