Life Without Taffy

A found grocery list with a little message on the back. I know when I don’t get my Tub Butter, I start the yelling too. Don’t even get me started on the Roman Lettuce.

I find things. See some more here.

I found this note near an elementary school. I guess a teacher was taking notes about a class. Probably a substitute or something. None of it seems bad enough to write a note about. Kids talking at lunch? Yipes. Expel the lot of them.

I found this school worksheet and I thought it would be fun to fill it out myself. I probably shouldn’t be posting this on a Sunday, but I figure I’m going to Hell already, so screw it. Not quite as blasphemous as my Phobia piece, but I may get some hate comments from it that I hope are more creative than what ian wrote on that post. How somebody could get offended by a picture of Jesus and resort to cursing me out is crazy. Anyhow. Here it is. I even used some crayons to get that authentic 10-year-old look. Or something.

I found this index card near my apartment the other day. It appears to be some sort of scavenger hunt list. I wonder how far they got with it.

See some other stuff I’ve found over here.

Here’s some more garbage I’ve found.

Continuing with what I started on Day 5, more scanning. I have a pile of craps I’ve found on my various journeys that need some scanning. Here’s some recent scans:

Some more crap from the pile of junks:

This one I found in a box of clothes that arrived on a truck. It was face up on the top, so I’m not too sure if it was intended for somebody specific or not:

Also found at work is a note scrawled in the first page of a Playboy notepad we sell:

(My girlfriend k.t. is out of town for two weeks. I’m documenting my time without her.)

This morning I wasn’t quite awake yet and I knocked over a cup of coffee off the counter before I even got a sip, narrowly missing my crotch. I knew it wasn’t gonna be my day.

I was at work and the weather looked like it was gonna turn bad so I decided I should take the garbage out before it started raining. As soon as I opened the back door, it was already sprinkling. The wind was a’blowing. I went over to the dumpster and grabbed the plastic hinged lid-thing and attempted to flip it over and behind as it is supposed to do. The wind was working against me and I scraped the shit out of my hand on the dumpster. It was a pretty deep cut and it bled quite a bit. I threw the trash and junk out and went back inside.

I grabbed the Polaroid camera out of the office, usually reserved for taking pictures of shoplifters and the like and snapped a few photos before I cleaned the cut up. They didn’t turn out well:

Stupid blurry garbage. So I decided to do a little sketch:

k.t. has the camera with her in Costa Rica so when I got home I did a scan of it. It really doesn’t look that bad. Just another wound on my gnarly hands. Oh well.

(My girlfriend k.t. is out of town for two weeks. I’m documenting my time without her.)

Another found photo. Not exactly sure what kind of casserole that is, but it smells great.

See some more crap I’ve found over here.

Another photo from the near-legendary pile of goodness. I’d like to think this is Chas Stephens son, but I don’t know for sure.

A close-up on the dog from a previous post. I found several photos of the dog and his presumed owners. I may post more if anybody’s interested.