When I was 11 or 12, my mom once searched my room for drugs, found an old pill bottle, confronted me with it.
I said "Look inside". For some kid reason, I collected my finger and toenail clippings in it. She stared at them for a while, then gave me back the bottle and never spoke about it again.
My mother was special. She kinda accused me of satanism after finding a copy of James Blish's classic SF novel "Black Easter" once, and paganism for having the AD&D "Deities & Demigods" (the cool one with Moorcock & Lovecraft).
It really did, leaded gas smelled so good in a totally indefinable way. Like Shell No-Pest strips, which they stopped manufacturing because children kept eating them and dying hideously. They smelled like buttered popcorn + leaded gasoline which was just fucking captivating, I don't know why.
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I said "Look inside". For some kid reason, I collected my finger and toenail clippings in it. She stared at them for a while, then gave me back the bottle and never spoke about it again.