this morning #1466.
this morning, i’d somehow stumbled onto one of the strangest stories of my short career. once we’d forced our way into the shed, we began searching for the backpack in question. my heart started racing at the thought of us being caught. within a matter of minutes, our new friend shouted “BINGO” & held the backpack up high. victorious. he’d found it stashed in a corner behind a rusty washing machine. he placed it on a work bench & we gathered around. counting down “one, two, three,” he yanked the bag open in the most dramatic fashion possible. i literally gasped. OH. MY. i’d imagined a lot of possible secrets hidden inside the bag but what lay before us was much more insane than i’d expected.