Posted on January 1, 1  •  One minute  • 76 words

I was going through my dad’s collection of soldering iron tips, camera lenses and various electronic junk that was left in a display case in a mall. It had a leaking roof, which destroyed almost everything.
I was looking for a small pencil tip to do some micro soldering, but everything was weirdly shaped or rusted. I got arrested but the cops didn’t take my harmonica from me so I entertained myself by playing Bad Apple.