It was eerie in the dark to walk with a heavy package on my backpack. But I had no other choice. Dad said the house was going to be painted. I had to move up my old trunk. May be he had a small clue and this might have been a warning to remove the naughty things out from the trunk. It was long before I had access to internet and computer. My friend introduced me to what can be called as 'cheap porn'. They didn't cost much, had raunchy voluptous figures and erotic stories. I did up a fairly big collection and even fantasized being a writer. Although I no longer used them, I couldn't simply make up my mind to throw it away, due to an unknown sentimental attachment. Now the skeletons had to go out of the cupboard and that too secretly. So I risked darkness, humiliation and reptiles to dispose off my darlings. Now I no longer have them. Woe unto the muncipal cleaner.
I seriously think there should be some sort of place where you can burn your past.
Tonight I am attempting an adventure. I don't want to disclose it in advance lest it backfires. Wait for me.