If the FBI had a search warrant for my house, they would find these things in a bin that I use for scrap metal recycling.
Back at FBI HQ, they might have an analyst pore over these artifacts and reconstruct my activities over the past few months to find out whether I committed the crimes for which I am a suspect.
I sure hope to be exonerated. I would not do well in the joint.
I went to the App Store looking for the Google app to download to my iPhone. Why? Well, that is not important right now.
I found the app. Before I hit the download icon, I saw this on my screen.
I put my phone in the washing machine and set it for SCRUB HARD.
Maybe Google already knows everything about me. It's all out there in cyberspace, right? But I didn't sign up for that. At least I don't think I did.
But, oh the hundreds of times I have blown right through the terms and conditions! Christ.
I'm screwed. My reputation is shot. They know what I did last night.
