one of my favorite things about working at the diner is finding the things people leave behind. I have a nice collection of items -little and insignificant and easily forgotten things- that are usually thrown out; I pick them up when I clear the tables and slip them into a pocket. I have spiderman stickers and a press-on tattoo of a bug, a mini harmonica strung on a necklace, an old kodak slide from a family vacation, and dozens of pokemon cards that I give to jake, nextdoor. today the boy with bleached hair and a brown fedora drew faces on all the napkins on 30. most of them were crumpled and coffee-stained, but I kept this one.

ash @ 6:43 PM