It's now been 3 1/2 months since I began the act of wrecking.
This is what has occurred since the last time this poor little journal made an appearance here.
It has been sent USPS from the Virgin Islands to Texas.
It has had the edges doodled upon.
It has become a poetry note pad.
It has had fat and thin lines drawn in it and an entire page colored.
It has been used as a flower press.
It's been ripped up and glued together.
It has had pages torn out, crumpled up and turned into airplanes.
It has had one word written in it repeatedly.
It is continuing to gather fruit stickers.
And now postage stamps.
It has had a secret message hidden in it.
It has the beginnings of a four-letter-word word list in it.
It has been used as a knee pad while gardening and a pillow on the beach.
It has also been used,
(though not for a lack of trying and there was a weary arm to prove it),
to knock coconuts out of a tree.