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August 03, 2009 |
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I Want Details
FOUND by Lauren Orto
in Portland, IN
I found this in the grass outside of the mental health office where I work. I don't think Bre followed the directions from her mom very well.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
Bre didn't need to give mom the details because mom followed her the whole night.
Mom gave Bre a condom to put in her wallet, not her pocket, since her pockets were not secure enough for one of those.
And she also wanted details...what a mom!
Dear Mom,
We're not allowed to call out of the mental health facility after 8 PM. And I can't carry a wallet because they're holding my keys, money and ID in an effort to keep me here.
You're the one driving--driving me crazy. And where will I be? Right here, at the "clinic" you put me in. For the foreseeable future, unless Wendy and I make a break for it and go over the wall.
No love,
Bre
Bravo, basil!
Wonder what made mom go back a second time with a red pen and repeat herself. Maybe, actually, she is the one in the clinic.
What could be on the other side of the card? Looks like Found are sparing us the details! Hey Found - you're not my Mom, you know...
I read 'who is driving where you will be?' as one question, as if mum cannot bring herself to name the place but wants to know who does the driving there.
Mom,
I can't call because the Skull and Crossbones society is holding their secret meetings here at the mental health office as a cover - or at least that's what they told me.
When her little "Bu" got his driver's license and asked out that pretty little girl from down the street, Mom wasn't really ready for him to cut the apron strings. Overly involved in his life as usual, Mom wanted him to 'spill the beans' with a 10:45 phone call.
She figured that in 15 minutes on the phone she could get all the informaiton she needed to satisfy her invasion of his privacy - and still catch the beginning of her favorite late night tv show at 11:00.
Mom specifies 10:45 p.m. on the assumption that that's the best time to interrupt Bre's doing anything immoral, illicit, or merely pleasureable, intending to keep Bre on the phone long enough to make any distractions or other parties lose interest. Controlling? Not much....
*pleasurable*
Lauren, two Finds in as many days? Woo hoo! You're a Found rock star! Congrats!
The card is most likely a credit card, that's why she wants it in the wallet, not the pocket.
Mom doesn't realise that her little Bu keeps his wallet in his back pocket anyways. Which means every time he pulls his comb out to slick his hair down, his wallet runs the chance of hitting the street--along with this card.
Which is exactly how it ended up on Found.
The piece of paper is not the card! The paper was folded around the card. Why would mom care if this note was in the wallet? It's not even a card.
Bre's picture can now be seen on the back of a milk carton.
Hahaha Librarian! I can totally see that it is Bu!!
(short for Buford)
Hahahaha!
Further update: Bu[ford] turns 21 at 10:30 p.m., and Momma was setting him up here for his first legal drink. She wants the details about that drink and the "special present" that Cindy Rae Smathers has been hinting she would be giving him. Momma figures he won't be too drunk by 10:45 and that the present won't take all that long to deliver.
Dearest Mother,
My cellphone died here are the details from last evening.
First, let me say "Thank you" for the membership card to the Skull & Crossbones club! I took your instruction and placed the card in my wallet. The advice served me well for when they met me at the door and they gave me the initiating purple nurple on my right nipple, and then tore off my left shirt pocket in one fell swoop! What a bunch of Ivy League comedians!
Cindy Rae did not enjoy her similar greeting, nor much of the evening after that ...it became a drunken blur. The last time remember seeing her was she was screaming "...what is this a lost scene from Eye's Wide Shut?"
or some other twaddle....
Warmest Regards
Your loving son,
Buford
PS I drove ...I'm not sure how Cindy Rae got home.
PPS May I please borrow Daddy's feather lined goldleafed eye mask for my next visit to the club? Bubu
Bre's mom is a teacher and she can not break the habit of anytime she wants to write something with impact she HAS to write it in red pen.
Woah... two in a row for me. How exciting!
I'm just now seeing this because I was working at the dang mental health office all day. It's not a psych ward, so no one stays there, just an office for counseling appointments, groups, etc.
Even though the note is written on card stock, I think you guys are right. There must have been a gift card or something inside the note.
Bre is what Jack Kerouac's mother called him.
It's for sure a credit card. I wish my mom would have given me her credit card for a night out on the town with all my friends. Geez.
I think Bre was going out for a night with her friends, perhaps maybe she's about 18? My parents were just this type :) probably gave her the CREDIT CARD lol.
This is really weird, because my name is BreAnna (Bre for short) and that is word-for-word exactly what my mom would leave for me in a note. Haha!
I swear to GOD! If my name was Bre it would have been from MY mother when I was growing up. Even the handwritting is straight on