Why?
Well, imagine it's a time about 16 years ago. Also, imagine a junior in college (he'd be me). Imagine him partaking of, er...various recreational pharmaceuticals...with some of his buddies. Now imagine these recreational pharmaceuticals seriously altered one's perceptions of reality. Now imagine bugs crawling all over you. Just kidding. Now imagine in this altered state, stumbling through the wilderness (or undeveloped pine barrens - take your pick) at night. Now imagine taking a break and sitting down in the grass and sand to ponder the stars, the wind, the trees, and that strange buzzing in your ears... and reaching down with you hand. Now imagine the first thing you hand encounters is this vaguely primitive knife.
Weird, huh?
Well, that's how it went down, and odd as it may seem (or not, given my altered state at the time) encountering that knife then, under those conditions, was as improbable and as spiritually akin to Bilbo Baggins finding the One Ring of Power in Gollum's cave.
Seriously - when these, er...chemicals, are racing through one's brain, it's not hard to find profundity in the otherwise mundane.
Finding this ugly knife, with its spoon, saw, carpet knife, drill, corkscrew, fork (I mean a fork, for fuck's sake!), and other accouterments in my condition was friggin' PROFOUND. I keep it as a memento of those days and great times...it sits on a shelf with my other treasures.
Since it's about 2 1/2 inches thick, I can't see how one would ever carry it. Whoever lost it must have been more chopped up than we were, 'cause it also weighs about 3 pounds.
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