Some “performance artist” thought it would be a great idea to leave a black backpack with a rice cooker in it during the First Boston Bombing Anniversary?
One, bet money it was a white male.
Two, the police probably hit everything solid on the way to bring him in.
I’m not even trying. I’m just standing there thinking. Or walking to where I have to go. Or talking on the phone.
It’s just hilariously sad.