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Oh that is FANTASTIC.
At least there was nothing alive in there.
Astonishing but true. And this was not “set up” — you could ask him about this on any given day and you’d get a whole new variety of junk. Almost always his stash includes a knife of some sort, sticks, and rocks. He really *did* have about six flat wood shims in his pockets just before I shot this — they were sitting on the kitchen counter, which is, of course, where they belong. (????)
If you were ever a boy, you understand that everything in there is a necessity.