In college, I knew a girl who got turned on by airports.
I get some odd mail these days, which is a lot of fun but most of it has one thing in common -- it's all pretty much the same size.
The good news is, these are almost gone.
Part of what I liked about Manifesto was disagreeing with it.
When I opened the mailbox, I recognized the address and scrawled signature immediately.
"He found me."