When I was a kid, I wrote down a hate mail on a piece of paper (to who? I am not telling!). I then wrapped that paper in another piece of paper. I wrote warning signs on top of it. I then wrapped this paper in many other layers of paper, cut out to lock into each other in complex ways. The final product was a thick wad of papers that if discovered would take at least an afternoon to unravel while going through the childishly amusing graffiti on each of those interlocked layers of protective paper!
I hid it under the bed, where I slept.
What happened to it? I am not sure. Yeah, really. I just can't seem to remember whether it was actually found by someone, or I just realized the stupidity of the entire thing one night and decided to destroy it. I have both versions playing out in my head!
I hid it under the bed, where I slept.
What happened to it? I am not sure. Yeah, really. I just can't seem to remember whether it was actually found by someone, or I just realized the stupidity of the entire thing one night and decided to destroy it. I have both versions playing out in my head!