"I have this habit of walking while looking at the ground, so I find a lot of notes and grocery lists, etc. When I was in college though, I found a serialized letter over the course of three days. I was walking to class past a vacant lot and I saw some looseleaf paper with dense writing on it. The first day I found three pages (numbered even, to help me judge the order) of diaristic scrawl about some guy and "scooping" with him. There was also a mention of three or four clubs that did not exist in Austin. I wondered if someone had been sent this and threw it away or what the circumstances were. Over the next few days I'd find more pages strewn about by the wind. In all I think I have eight or nine pages. I still have them despite four or five moves and vacating my parents house. I can't trash them."

The letter is so long, I dedicated a whole page to it. It's hard to believe there are 3 missing pages! You can read the letter in its entirety here. You'd better go to the bathroom first. I'll wait.