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.
