Today i did something i purely and absolutely enjoyed.
Then i decided to throw away my blue mini maglite. Honestly, this is one is really mine, and actually never was. The story of it began more then ten years ago when i found one in the desert. Then i lent it to a helicopter pilot, because i thought that is a super cool thing to do (to lend the flash light not flying the helicopter). He never gave it back the motherfucker. Then i lost it, only to find an identical one in a heap of art supplies in the trash. Two years ago some batteries leaked inside of it and it died. So the flashlight and all involved in this stupid story can go fuck themselves. As i am throwing it out, i guess, in a way its some kind of closure. Kind of like closing a door that does not close all the way.