3 years ago when leaving for an extended trip, I stashed my older, more valuable (to me) folders. When I returned I could not remember where the hell I had put them. Assumed I'd stumble across them sooner or later.
Yesterday, 3rd day of quitting smoking, tweaking out like a jonesing crackhead, figured I'd find these goddamn knives to keep myself occupied.
Armpit deep in all the heat/AC vents. Darkest corners under the kitchen cabinets, checking every Crock and Fondue pot. Unfolding all the spare blankets, sheets, pillows jammed in trunks. Back of closets, behind refrigerator etc. WTF? Nothing.
by SpamFriedMice
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Woke up this morning dreaming of smoking a cigarette. Shot up out of bed, and noticed a weird shadow under the dresser you could only see from sitting on the bed. Knives in a plastic shopping bag dropped down the back .
Sorry about that.