My favorite is this handwritten note:
If I'm not mistaken, it says "to the bigot upstairs. that's what you think!" Judging by the inspired choice of words, I conclude that the author was writing a haiku, but failed to finish. My sense of justice compels me to complete the unfinished business:
I know, it doesn't produce quite the epiphany the author was going for, but I can hardly imagine the conflict and passion that set the author to writing in the first place.