As if the world doesn't inspire enough confusion there arrived this snippetlike story on televised and self-imported Middling City local news, burst into the midst of the international news of MidEast sandblasting.
An Eagle Scout of long face and local suburb had gathered canned goods for a Middling City food pantry when "his collection went up in flames."
What the fuck, I say and please pass the thorough journalistic edge, s'il-te plait.
Flames. Cans. A home burnt to the ground? Where in hell was Eagle Scout hording these cans. I need answers. I find none.
Canned Love.