Memo from the past to the present

I went to the Milford goodwill last night. I was delighted to discover a Norwegian sweater and then, a few minutes later, a copy of the 1996 Educational Center for the Arts Literary Magazine, "THAT'S NOT PUNK ROCK" containing my youthful scribblings. Holy coincidence. Only $1!

I take a picture on my cellphone and flip it over to look at the back...someone had identified my feet and Andrea's visage in this handwriting that looks eerily familiar:

I look through it, and then flip to the front page. The book is inscribed to an unknown recipient. I felt like I pooped in public:

It is like a strange gift of a turd that at the time I thought was a golden nugget. I was excited to see it and then it revealed youthful narcissism. I was torn between purchasing it for a dollar, and ripping out the front page. And then I did neither thing. I put it back on the shelf and walked away like a person who didn't know anything about it at all.