If you can think of a better name for a notebook I always keep in my back left pocket, I’d like to hear it.
Thanks to some low quality stickers and the incredibly abrasive powers of my butt (or at least my butt pocket), one of my most recent lil’ notebooks has ended up combining two of my favorite things - notebooks and the postapocalyptic.
Seriously, look at this sucker! People in the terrifyingly near future will find this tucked into the butt pocket of a dried up husk of a guy and in it they will learn just who was really responsible for Skynet or what the morally challenging cure for the zombie plague is…
…or maybe just what some dick had to do that day, some little chore that reminds them of a simpler time before you had to pull the brain parasites out of your skull every day with a long, long, rusty coat hanger.