I've been sifting through some of my old paperwork only to realize that it's not mine and I don't recognize the medium in which it's been printed.

Like finding a $100 bill in your shorts pocket after a long Chicago winter has had its hands all over you for six months.

Funny thing...This persons crap is as boring as mine. Maybe I've found H.H. Holmes' personal journal. I'll report back with my findings..