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09 May 2005 @ 10:06 am
messages from the misguided  
On my car this morning I noticed an envelope tucked under a windshield wiper. Inside was the torn-off front cover of a book by Alistair MacLean, The Golden Rendezvous. On the back was written this note:
Sea, Anna (sp?):

We're both busy but its sunny now and we should hang out.

XO Nick [phone number]

P.S. The roof of the laundrymat is clean and nice.
What's weird is that it was my car. And I am Anna. And (a) that name is not on my building directory, and (b) there's no way to connect me to my parking space either. Perhaps needless to say, I know no "Sea" or "Nick."

Perhaps friendly aliens.
Cesperanzacesperanza on May 10th, 2005 01:55 am (UTC)
Me too, me too--do you remember (god, forgive me, I"m too lazy to look it up but) the one where there's a guy--Phillip something I want to say--describing for three pages all the damage that a colt shotgun will do if it blasts through your leg, and then finally three pages later we find out that he's got one pointed at him? That's the opening of the book; god, I loved it back in the day. As well as Guns of Naverone; I never really got over Mallory, Miller and Andreas.