Calling 47 Ursae Majoris

[Mister Obvious]

It was like a trunk of execution trophies...

Pretty grizzly.

But I was a woman with some level of authority, obviously, the authority to put people to death.

No idea who I might have been though.

[Mister Obvious]

Objects used in the crucifixion of criminals, such as nails, were sought as amulets with perceived medicinal qualities.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crucifixion

Oh, yikes...

[Mister Obvious]

I guess that makes sense and explains why I had them in a special trunk and was stroking them before I looked at myself in the mirror.

[Atma]

I can feel it now, as I read this.

I can feel the shiny, black crocodile skin pattern of the wallet...

It died in a fire but I could swear it's in my hands right now.

It had one of those transparent kinda white glow in the dark stars on it that you buy in bulk, put 'em on the wall in kids' rooms or whatever.

That was glued to the inside, and I think there may have been something written on a paper...

But at that time didn't know I was a free agent of the universe...

I was just roleplaying as the only female detective on Barney Miller...

This is easily in the top five of the coolest fucking things you've ever written, imo. I actually read it out loud, like a poem. It's very poetic, but also noir. You always have such great imagery and you write in voice so effectively that often your words emit a kind of sonic pattern. For me, at least. One of the reasons I love reading your words or watching your vlogs is that it stokes my own creative fire and intellect. That happened when I read this. It reminded me of that feeling as a kid, when in the woods, where you just might find a portal or come across a strange creature.

[Mister Obvious]

I am 100% a walking portal finder.

LMFAO!!!

I have portal radar.

Leave it to me to find the weirdest shit, wherever it is, it just comes out of the hiding place when I'm around.