Today I was in the library working on some writing stuff when I saw a box sitting on the shelf. It was an old dirty shoebox held together by copious amounts of packing tape. There was nothing desirable about it at all except the sign on its side, which said, in large red letters:

This box is never to leave the library.


I don't think I've ever wanted a cardboard box so bad in my life. I'm too much of a pussy to actually try and walk out the heavily watched door with their stupid special shoebox, but I will keep it in my heart always.

~I dedicate this Daily Dirt to all those lonely shoeboxes around the world. This one's for you, baby:


– Joseph "Maxnmona" Fink

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