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Here's the story:

Jeff is a Kentuckian who got a job with Ticketmaster in Hollywood and moved here about three weeks ago. He soldiered in Iraq for a year by flying remote-controlled spy planes, all the while training himself to become a highly skilled computer whiz and ballroom dancer. Not knowing anyone in the area, he found me and my myspace account and started asking me questions about places to go, things to see, restaurants, etc. We became friends and went to a KROQ concert in downtown last week. We also fed ducks at Echo Park. At some point during the day, possibly while policemen were coaxing us away from Skid Row (where the car was parked), my little memory notebook ended up in his pocket, unbeknownst to me. I have been looking everywhere for it ever since. Today, I received this image of my newly personified little notebook, bangs and all, attached to an email. I am slightly worried though; don't pictures of hostages usually come with a ransom note?

Comments

[Jeff Schroeder]

Well the ransom is that you don't get it back until we hang out again. You just totally made my day by the way. Thanks.