niv shah's shahblog
location: ramona’s pizzeria, or any pizzeria you’ve ever been to
i’m waiting for a pizza. there is a girl who has to be 4 to 5 years old, waiting here with her dad for their dinner.
she is wearing a well-worn pink baseball hat.
i wish i still had the raw emotion in me that she surely has for that pink baseball hat.
i get home today and i check the mail. i see a brown, lumpy paper bag with one end stapled closed. a printed label indicates that the package is in fact for me (full name and everything) with this return address: “po box 848, grand rapids MN 55744-0848”. inside i find
no note. no indication of where this came from, why it was delivered to me, or if it is covered in disease (geoff’s idea, not mine). and so i googled the crap out of this address and got things like this and this. mysterious envelopes, unrelated to each other, sent with no reason. so, i’m a bit confused, bemused (nba live 09 sucks!) and maybe a tad perturbed. but only maybe.
it goes without saying, but if anyone has any idea where this shirt came from, i’d love to hear from you.