That last container was just sitting there, practically begging for a purpose. It’s officially out in the wild now. I took it for a walk around midnight to catch some fresh air, and had one of those lovely, awkward run-ins with random passersby while I was "at work." If only they knew.
Anyway, I’m supposed to be heading back to the "grinder" now. Back to the mundane, everyday nonsense. Or at least, that’s the cover story I’m sticking to for the public record.
The real problem? This new hobby is dangerously addictive. One batch in and I’m already mapping out the next move
This one is just the "corner cache." Almost a park and grab for the locals... but the real show is still under wraps.