The wildest one was a ripped leather biker jacket in a collapsed subway tunnel, right between a rusted railcar and a broken elevator shaft. I had to squeeze through a one‑foot gap, almost claustrophobic, but the piece was worth every scrape. It turned out to be a mid‑century piece with a real grit vibe, so I added it to my collection and my wardrobe.

Yeah, the “uh oh” moments are the best part—like when I’m in the middle of a blackout, half‑facing the wall, and I hit a hidden panel. The whole hallway lights up in a sudden, electric flare and everyone’s staring. Then there’s the time I found a dusty, gold‑trimmed scarf in an abandoned theater, and the next thing I know, I’m swiping it on a street in front of a security camera. I’ve learned to keep one hand on the gear and the other ready to run. It’s a constant dance between “this is it” and “oh no, what’s the trap?” but that’s how the story gets its edge.

Thanks, I’ll keep the lights on and the pockets ready—after all, the best stories start with a close call.