dear porch boys
the past couple days have involved quite a bit of dumpster diving. among many other things, we have come into the possession of a shit load of juice and a shit load of shoes. go figure. we skimmed through the shoes and took what we wanted; we filled the fridge and freezer with as much juice as possible; we still had more of both. we gave away what we could to our friends around the area, but still we had more.
yesterday, shane and i were arranging the shoes on the front porch and preparing the left over juice to take drop off on the Ave, when a few girls drove by and shouted up, “hey, where’d you get all those shoes?” we told them to come up and take some, so 2 of them got out of the car and came up to the porch.
they were 18 years old and a little awkard at first. with hooka in hand, you could tell they were disappointed that the Rabbit Hole (the local hooka house) wasn’t opening until 8pm. bummer. we talked for a few more minutes, but in the end they didn’t take any shoes and only about 4 small things of juice. no biggy.
fast foward about 8 hours. me, brookis, alex, and alex are walking back to the house around 1am and we see those same 2 girls (a little more dressed up this time) walking toward us on their way to the Rabbit Hole. they said, “hey, we left you a note,” and then scurried past. we came up to the house where shane said that they had been just a few seconds before and had thrown a crumpled-up note on the porch and ran away.
we gathered around and read the note:
Dear Porch Boys -
Hello, you may remember us from {2 stick figures} asking you about your shoe art earlyier we are @ white rabit blease join us so we can become best friends.
love
{3 stick figures}
leah margoret christine
i have not corrected any spelling and tried to represent it as accurately as possible. if you want to see the real thing, click here.
