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In my wallet, main flap front pocket and in the back of my NYS Driver's license, there is a card with a note on it: (Front side) In my time of death, give this card to an English speaking close relative or friend. (Back side) To the receiver of this card, the instructions are such. Please oblige and follow through. I love you dearly: Look to my room in my parent's house. On the top shelf, there is an antique 1908 folding Kodak Brownie camera sitting on a letter. Read the letter. (Letter) Look to the derelict MTA maintenance post between the Fort Hamilton station and the 8th Avenue station off the N line in Brooklyn. Do not go to either of the stations, you will not be able to see it or access it there. Go to the train overpass on 6th Av between 62nd and 63rd street, there you will see the graffitied up MTA post behind a chain-link fence next to a Mosque. The gate is narrow and closed off with lock and cable, but if you give it a hard shove to your left, the bottom hinge is not fastened so it slides out to make an opening at the bottom. Squeeze through and enter in the early mornings when there are least pedestrians. Walk to the post. The doors are closed but unlocked and stiffened, so push forcibly to go through. The first things you will see are dilapidated electrical boxes along the walls and a pit on the right side of the ground. There are panels with graffiti and chipping paint to the back wall. The bottom left panel comes off if you pry on it a little. Inside, there will be a 19"x14"x12" black Tupperware container. Open the container and read the letter inside. (Letter No.2)
To the finder of this letter, there is a profusion of psychedelic mushrooms inside the black garbage bag before you. They are dehydrated and hermetically sealed to last for years. If you have found this letter, I am probably dead and would like these mushrooms to be ingested by everyone attending my funeral. Each person should ingest approximately 3 – 4 caps including children and seniors of all ages, but not babies. Contact Ed, he will oversee the administering of the mushrooms. And if it is you Ed who is reading this letter, let June administer the mushrooms. Thank you. Again, all the attendants of my funeral must eat the mushrooms. Ye Qin Zhu
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In my wallet, main flap front pocket and in the back of my NYS Driver's license, there is a card with a note on it: (Front side) In my time of death, give this card to an English speaking close relative or friend. (Back side) To the receiver of this card, the instructions are such. Please oblige and follow through. I love you dearly: Look to my room in my parent's house. On the top shelf, there is an antique 1908 folding Kodak Brownie camera sitting on a letter. Read the letter. (Letter) Look to the derelict MTA maintenance post between the Fort Hamilton station and the 8th Avenue station off the N line in Brooklyn. Do not go to either of the stations, you will not be able to see it or access it there. Go to the train overpass on 6th Av between 62nd and 63rd street, there you will see the graffitied up MTA post behind a chain-link fence next to a Mosque. The gate is narrow and closed off with lock and cable, but if you give it a hard shove to your left, the bottom hinge is not fastened so it slides out to make an opening at the bottom. Squeeze through and enter in the early mornings when there are least pedestrians. Walk to the post. The doors are closed but unlocked and stiffened, so push forcibly to go through. The first things you will see are dilapidated electrical boxes along the walls and a pit on the right side of the ground. There are panels with graffiti and chipping paint to the back wall. The bottom left panel comes off if you pry on it a little. Inside, there will be a 19"x14"x12" black Tupperware container. Open the container and read the letter inside. (Letter No.2)
To the finder of this letter, there is a profusion of psychedelic mushrooms inside the black garbage bag before you. They are dehydrated and hermetically sealed to last for years. If you have found this letter, I am probably dead and would like these mushrooms to be ingested by everyone attending my funeral. Each person should ingest approximately 3 – 4 caps including children and seniors of all ages, but not babies. Contact Ed, he will oversee the administering of the mushrooms. And if it is you Ed who is reading this letter, let June administer the mushrooms. Thank you. Again, all the attendants of my funeral must eat the mushrooms. Ye Qin Zhu