treasure

In looking for a drawing I made several years ago, I stumbled upon certain other items in a folder labeled "scrapbook."
the folder is fat- alas, the scrapbook not yet attempted.

1)  a postcard from Eli, from his trip to Italy to visit his sister, addressed to "Susanna Unsicchera."
2)  several very silly photo-booth photo strips of myself, looking younger, thinner, and pleasantly tipsy.
3)  a piece of paper it took me several minutes to identify, from the "Musee Mechanique" a few years ago-
a fortune from some machine which strains to type, on an ailing ancient typewriter disguised as something fabulous, an important message for you to ponder.

"DO NOT SCATTER  OUR FORCES, AND NEVER BEGIN THIN S  
THAT  OU HAVE NO INTENTION OF FINISHING.  THIS
HAPPENS BECAUSE  OU SOMETIMES ACT, AND THEN THINK.
MARSHAL  OUR T OUGHTS.  MAKE THEM OBE   OUR WISER
SELF RATHER T AN LETTING T EM RUL E  OU.  A REASONABLE
AMOUNT OF HEALT   INTROSPECTION W ILL DO  OU NO HARM,
AND THE RESULTS W ILL AMAZE  OU."

and
4)  a toast, told to me by some blushing and delightful customers during a busy Friday night shift as a waitress, and hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper, my other tables horribly neglected and already planning to leave small tips. screw 'em.

here's to the lady
in the little red shoes
she loves her nooky
and she loves her booze

she lost her cherry
it is no sin
she still has the box
that it came in.