House down the street burned down.
Arson. Baby died. Probably dead from abuse beforehand, hence the fire.
Hundreds of yards of "POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS" tape for the next two weeks.
They finally bulldoze the place flat, but leave some of the tape.
I grab it, sneak downtown one Saturday night, drape it around my ex-boss's business, front and back.
It takes the bastard until 3pm Monday to get permission to remove it.
I've still got some left :-)
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"Asking a bomb squad if an old bomb is still "real" is not the best thing to do if you want to save it." - denim
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