I was at a concert the other night, and between songs the piano player started talking about Found Magazine.  The premise is that people send in found things, like notes, Polaroids, and other sorts of found Americana, and they publish it.  Interesting premise. Apparently it's been around for a while, though I've never heard of it.  Anyway, the piano player had found a cocktail napkins somewhere in the bar that night that he decided he was going to send on in.  On the napkins was written:

Leroy, I love your voice, but I'm scared.

Your guess is as good as mine.  :-)