Jason Bitner's Blog, page 24

Just Because You Copulate

This note was posted throughout our building. People were obliged to write responses all over all of these notes.

A Thoughtful Farewell

I found this on the street walking to pick up my daughter up from school. There are a couple of pre-teen girls in my neighborhood and I guess one of them wrote this. I had no idea there was such drama going on-- fights, cake fights, hatred of Bri, and poor grandma.

Rose and Thorns

Walking out to my car one evening, I noticed something small, rectangular, and white laying on the asphalt, smack in the middle of the neighborhood road. It was slightly monsoon-y out, yet the rectangle did not budge or flutter. I assumed it was a piece of paper or an index card that had gotten damp from the on again, off again showers we had been getting all day long. Since it wasn't going anywhere at that moment, I made a pact with myself to grab the litter out of the road when I returned home later - if it was still indeed there, of course.

For well over a week, I made that same pact with myself every time I saw the white rectangle on the ground, which had a habit of migrating from one half of the block to another, back and forth, day after night. Then, one day, it was no longer around. To tell the truth, I felt almost as if I had lost a friend, even though my lazy butt had never actually bothered to go pick the piece of garbage up!

Two or three days passed, the monsoons dried up and went away for the year, and a nice breeze had picked up and blown the last of the clouds away. This same breeze also brought my little, white, rectangular litter friend back to me, gently setting what turned out to be a clear picture protection sheath, with one, perfectly square, white bordered, old-school looking photograph nestled safely and securely inside.

Amazingly enough, the picture had been laying face-down, getting run over by cars, rained on by the monsoons, and ritualistically ignored by yours truly; yet, it remained in wonderful condition! My heart kind of warmed when I first saw this candid shot. What a happy, fun moment to have captured on film! I figured it had to be one of the neighbor's missing momentum, yet no one that I approached had any leads as to whom this photo might belong to.

Hey Mama

I'm a Greyhound bus driver in British Columbia. We often find things left behind by passengers, most of it quite literally trash. Sometimes we find notebooks or sketch pads, and I usually try to find the owner; but, other times, there's really nothing that can be done beyond tossing the item into the Lost and Found.

I found this letter in a "pup," one of those little trailers that are pulled behind Greyhound buses across the country. You can see that it was sitting in some mud or slush on the floor of the trailer. It seems the note must have somehow fallen out of a parcel.

Well Played

I found this at college.

Skeptical Little Boy

Someone is on the verge of not believing.

To Be Young Again

I found this in the "salvage" section of the Yellowknife city dump while looking around.

Swingin' Seventies Couple

I found this while on my running route through town, in dirt under a small bush in front of a long-vacant lot.

A Satisfying New Year

If I didn't already like my own name so much I'd probably adopt this one, for secret missions and such.

Sacred Jeff-Time

I found this letter in a notebook. The notebook was left in my music theory classroom. The notebook has all sorts of writings, in-class activities, and a whole entry on the color yellow. I enjoyed finding this treasure.