Monthly Archives: August 2013

I often ponder things that may never affect me, ever. Such questioning thus leads to the topic of crime scene evidence. Well, I don’t know. You tell me. I have several questions like where is the stuff stored and who manages it on a local, national and global level? Are legal items ever returned to their owners? Will Johnny ever get his treasured pocket knife back that his uncle seized to stab his cheating girlfriend with? If not returned, how long are things kept? Forever? Is there a giant, ever-growing stash of marijuana sitting at my local police station or in some storage shed that only two people have the keys to? Imagine the Storage Wars episode for that! Or is crime scene evidence burned after x amount of years causing hundreds of seagulls to seesaw through the sky and crave feverishly for human-made Cheetos and pizzas? From the TV series Cops, I recall law enforcement shining bright lights on offenders and telling them to “Drop your weapon and put your hands up!” Just like that. Well, those items ended up in zip lock baggies and only privileged people wearing latex gloves could pull them out for further examination. But then what? I haven’t the slightest clue. You’ve just read 200 words of babble (see topic category) with no answers or resolutions. But, if I find anything out, the wordpress world will be sure to hear.

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