As you leave the guest room a mysterious smell grabs your attention. Like low tide in a salt marsh the smell turns your stomach yet piques your curiosity. You follow the ever-stronger smell down the hall and into a room with tools, bikes, tires and other less identifiable equipment haphazardly strewn about its almost covered floor. A black bag sits on the floor in the middle of the room. You slowly approach the bag; the dreadful smell becomes overpowering. The bag is mostly open, unzipped and strangely inviting...
If you decide to brave the smell and investigate the bag, click HERE.
If you decide you want absolutely nothing to do with anything that involves the words "smell" and "Mike", click HERE.
