February 13, 2005

I Miss My Music...

Another found item.

This is a transcription of a fragmentary letter found in north Oakland. It had been torn up, and this is one of the pieces, so one side has the left bits missing, while the other is missing some stuff on the right. It was written on lined note-paper in all caps in pencil.

[o]wn. I miss my music not being able to play [i]t enough. Not being [able to] listen to it is [killing] me. You know how [...] [mu]sic? That's one of [...] I must fix upon [...] from a phone [...]ng I have some [...]t at Jennifers. [...]o more. I am [w]earing 5X shirts right [...] just sitting in here I'll work out daily I've never been so [...] [in my l]ife. I'm sort of [...] at myself [...] about

[other side]

to reach you for [...] weeks. She is m[...] right now. Guess [...] after tomorrow [...] weeks to go m[...] are the same. [...] and over. No sex [...] here is finall[y] [...] an end and I [...] the anticipation [...] a release da[te] [...] even though I [...] "home" when th[e] [...] home. Ha. I d[...] an address to [...] supervisors if [...] to give [...] com[...]


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