Blood Pants
So today I was at the laundromat, and from my dirty clothes basket removed my pair of boxers hardened from being soaked in fake blood a week ago for Mindmummy. I figured it wasn't worth washing them, that the red would bleed all over my clothes and ruin my whole wardrobe. So I threw them in the small trashcan, and they were the only thing in there. I imagined myself being committed of a crime some other man had committed, some killer who was on the loose.