Filed under: Basketball, Bread City, Journalism | Tags: Basketball Magazines, Schizophrenia
I was working for a little while as an assistant editor at a small basketball magazine. The magazine got a lot of crazy mail, mostly from people in prison, for some reason. When a letter was especially whacked, it would filter down throughout the office, and then I would take it and put in a special folder in my desk. When I left my job, the folder came with me. This is my favorite. Shown here is just one of four pages.
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