Coire, a good friend of my partner Michelle, found this napkin outside of his apartment building in Edmonton. His immediate instincts told him what to do -- pick it up and mail it off to Ottawa, where I can put it on my webpage.

This note must have been written while drunk. In the happy glow of alcohol, it might seem pretty funny. Stone cold sober, it's just creepy -- "If you are going to comit suicide call 911 first"?

The handwriting looks feminine to me. A night out with the girls, perhaps? I'm not sure why, but I feel that the woman who wrote this is very lonely. That's how I interpret the invitation to rape and torture her, anyway.

(There, Coire, I posted a version of the image with a distorted phone number. I hope you sleep better from now on.)