Warehouse of Doom: Teen Edition
Every now and then I look back at my late teenage years and wonder how any of us survived into adulthood. This story is one of those moments. The names have been changed, partly for privacy and partly to protect the guilty. Back then I spent a lot of time with an old schoolmate I’ll call Tom. His dad did insurance salvage work, which meant that whenever a store had a fire, flood, or some other…














