Pirate popper ball

July 11, 2012 ☞ Personal inventory

I don’t have a satisfying explanation for this. For one, I barely remember coming into possession of this thing. I’m sure I no longer have it. I think I found it at work, or in a dive bar that played soul music. I don’t know. This photograph too, eludes me. I believe this photograph was taken on the ledge of a window in a hotel room in Chinatown, but I’m skeptical. Maybe it was on a picnic bench on a hot summer day. I’ve forgotten.

What I do I know that this is one of those balls that pop into the air when you invert them and place them on a flat surface. As a kid, I would stick these to my palm and let the suction distort the skin on my hands. That feeling, I remember. The object not so much.

And just a reminder: I’m not obsessed with pirates.