Ch 11

His

Spring '12

It takes me two weeks to find the time to look at the camera again.

It's been sitting on my kitchen island drying out on a stack of paper towels, and I've got the day off, so now's a good time as any.

I set my laptop up beside it.

I Google the make and model to find out how to effectively remove the case, but there isn't any information, so I decide to wing it.

Two screwdrivers and a razor blade later, the case finally cracks open.

The camera is destroyed and there's a dead minnow in the lens cap.

I try to clean up the engraving and pull a random crayon from the junk drawer and try to get an impression, but it doesn't work. The same letters are the result.

Defeated, I stand to toss the fucker out, when I realize the SD card is safely intact.