Hanging by kitchen twine from the necks of Hobos, Pirates (a Hobo costume avec eye patch) and Princesses those strange orange salmon would bravely pass through the neighbourhoods of the middle class. Then bloated and worn make their way back to their elementary school home room. Their guts sorted and counted by depraved children on a sugar bender while the teacher collected their, once lovingly masking taped, now molted orange husks off the floor.

Recent PostSecret confessionals make me wonder if these boxes were, for some, their first introduction to pilfering a non profit. I remember silver coins being sparse in some of the boys’ boxes.