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2024-12-25
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2024-12-30
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The Only Address I Know

Summary:

James Wilson sends a postcard to his old address in Jersey one drunk December night in 1990. The current resident, one Greg House, writes back. A correspondence develops. Told thru postcards and letters.

Notes:

Told through illustrated post cards, but the typed text will be at the end of each chapter for those with screen readers or a preference for reading type ()alt text describing stamps, addresses and so on are in alt text. I've got 20 correspondences written out already, it's just a matter of illustrating them out!

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Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Digital drawing of the back of a Post card that says “hey I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Boston, and it’s the only address I know. Happy holidays” with a scribbled out return address to Boston MA and an arrow to it saying oops. It’s addressed to 221 baker st with a very off kilter Christmas tree stamp.

Digital drawing of the back of a Post card that says “hey drunk, I’m also drunk, in the house you used to live in & your address is the only one I can think of. Never planned to respond but thought you could use the mail. Doesn’t sound like your holiday was very happy. It’s addressed to 331 winter ave in Boston mass. There’s a basic U.S. flag stamp in the corner.

 

Digital drawing of the back of a Post card that says “dear stranger, I am so sorry for that card. In so embarrassed. Aghast. Mortified even. Please disregard and forget the whole thing”. It’s addressed to 221 b baker st in Jersey with a Christmas tree stamp.

Image description Digital drawing of the back of a Post card that says “no, I will not forget it. Write me back and tell me your name. I deserve to know whose walls in desecrating”. It’s addressed to winter ave in Boston with an American flag stamp.

 

Image description Digital drawing of a postcard addressed to 221b baker st that says “desecrating? I shudder to imagine. Then again, probably nothing worse than I got to up there. I’m James (not Jim). Live in NY with my wife & on far too long a visit to her family after a depressing Chanukah with mine. Likely the 1st person to say they miss Jersey. Happy new year by the way. 1991 better be good.”

Image description Digital postcard addressed to 331 winter ave in Boston. Saying “happy new year Jim, an extended stay with those Boston drivers, I shudder to imagine. And in-laws? AND missing jersey? Christ suffered lass than you. (Or should I say the Maccabee’s?) I’m house (not Greg). I live in your old house with no wife. But I have a ‘67 Flying V. & hookers. Lots. As I said, desecrating.

 

 

"Hey,

I used to live in your

house. I’m drunk in

Boston, and it’s the only

address I know.

Happy holidays"

It’s addressed to 221 baker st with a very off kilter Christmas tree stamp and with a scribbled out return address to Boston MA and an arrow to it saying 'oops'. 

"Hey Drunk,

I’m also drunk, in the house

you used to live in & your

address is the only one I can

think of. Never planned to

respond but thought you could

use the mail. Doesn’t sound like

your holiday was very happy."

It’s addressed to 331 winter ave in Boston, MA. There’s a basic U.S. flag stamp in the corner.

"Dear Stranger,

I am so sorry for

that card. I'm so

embarrassed. Aghast.

Mortified even. Please

disregard and forget the

whole thing."

 “No, I will not

forget it.

Write me back &

tell me your name.

I deserve to know whose

halls in desecrating.”

“Desecrating? I shudder to imagine.

Then again, probably nothing worse

than I got to up there. I’m James

(not Jim). Live in NY with my

wife & on far too long a visit to her

family after a depressing Chanukah

with mine. Likely the 1st person to

say they miss Jersey. Happy New Year

by the way. 1991 better be good.”

“Happy New Year Jim,

An extended stay with those

Boston drivers, I shudder to imagine.

And in-laws? And missing Jersey?

Christ suffered lass than you.

(Or should I say the Maccabee’s?)

I’m House (not Greg). I live in your

old house w/ no wife. But have a

‘67 Flying V. & hookers. Lots. As I said, desecrating."