I actually got incredibly drunk with a good friend of mine one night at a house on the river. We were sitting on the dock and when we finished off the large bottle of vodka, we took out a pen and paper and started randomly freewriting a message to go in the bottle. I don’t remember what all it said, but it mentioned “weathered tomes” and “sickly sweet heroine needles” among other things. We stuck the note in the vodka bottle, put some rocks in it, put the lid on, and chucked it out into the river.
After that, I started freaking out (apparently, as I don’t really remember the rest of the night too well) because I thought the CIA would find the bottle, analyze our handwriting, and come find us.
True story.