|6.1 x 3.2 x .06 cm|
From 1995 until 2000 I lived at 81 Second avenue in the East Village with Richard Egan. One Halloween, his mom sent him an enormous bag of sweet-tarts. Months later, Rich and I began planting the individual packages amidst each other's personal effects: in a shoe or pinned inside the hem of one's pants. An undeclared war had organically formed. This is the last known munition of that war.