Exhibit 21.19

Postcard to Houston



Dear Houston,

My car broke down, but it was all okay. I met a nice man who tried to help me push it until I told him it was stuck in park. He said, that's okay and asked me for money. I said, I've only got a dollar. But really I had a twenty, too. I had 21 dollars. But that's too much, I thought. I was probably wrong. He was nice. Later, when he came back, I told him I was still waiting for a tow truck. He told me he was still homeless as a motherfuck.

Adam.