I found a note on the street last weekend. It must have been included with a Christmas gift - most likely a book - from someone’s very douchey boyfriend. The one who snickers at all those losers working for The Man while he wears overpriced homeless chic threads he picked up at Urban Outfitters or American Apparel. Such an original guy!
This note sat waiting near a trashcan at an intersection. There’s a Salvation Army nearby, which is where I think the gift probably went.
What happens when a douchey boyfriend - for even an ironically douchey boyfriend is still douchey - plays Santa? See for yourself:
I’ve often said that history can be understood from different perspectives.
I think I found your perspective.
If you’re hip like me, you’ll read the last paragraph, look at the pictures, and then tell everyone what it’s about like you’re the author.
Merry Christmas,
Ed
you HAVE to send that note to FOUND by Davy Rothbart.
i fought his book on buddahs life here. every once in a while i get REALLY determined and tell my self im going to will my dyslexia out of my head but alas… sigh…the heavy hardcover book takes up precious room in my overstuffed backpack. im going to give it another try on the plane tomorrow.