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I found this yesterday at Really Good Stuff on Hawthorne. I love looking at other people’s postcards. This one had me from the start – who sends a trippy postcard like this? As it turns out, a pretty trippy and awesome person by the name of John F. Barrett. On June 6th, 1988, John was verging on an awesome summer, couch-surfing in Eugene, putting the money saved on rent towards a motorcycle named Freckle, hitching, staying up all night in in a desperate “probe for truth” with someone named Suzanne, “deriving pleasure” from the first Iron Maiden album, and getting ready to cycle cross the USA. In short: living the dream. John, if you ever find this, email me. I’ve got your life over here, and it’s sounding pretty badass.