Weirdest thing you carry

I tend to collect religious symbols people give me. A small pile of prayer beads, mostly. Also any kind of jewellery or clothing with eyes on it.
 
Beads. I've developed an affinity for beads, like the ones they give chicks at Mardi Gras for showing their boobs. I usually wear like 3 strings every day, but I have probably 10 or more strings. They have no practical function whatsoever, except maybe making me look a bit more festive when I'm busking, but I like 'em and keep on collecting more.
 
Camp stool. I honestly feel like this is a revolutionary game changer for me. Instead of aimlessly fading off down the highway I pick a spot and sit there comfortably.
 
a pocket sized stuffed Totoro i found on the street in a Chilean college town, mustve fallen off of someone's pack, notice the keychain

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I found a pair of child sized thomas the tank engine underwear in the clothing room at the drop in center in St.Paul and carried them in my pack for a few years. I would sometimes put them on my dog, but he didn't really like that so they mostly stayed packed away.
 
I got a locking carabiner that has a knife and fits on my hand like a set of knuckles. Bonus the knife locks out so you can stab after you hit....
 
I carried an iron wood dragon figurine for a while, ended up gifting it to some dude named leprechaun. also carry crystals that I gift to random folks when it feels right. had an origami sawn that managed to stay with me for a long while. she's in a box in Colorado now I think. my mom's ashes was probably the strangest thing I carried. wrapped the small jar in bubble wrap, duct tape and a tee shirt.Had no where else to put her so she came with me. she's with my sister now but I'm gonna get her to those Virginia mountains one day.

I deathly miss the road..
 
The severed head of my most beloved cat, who died at 13 yrs old, in Palmdale, CA. She didn't live long enough to make it to New Orleans with me - but her head came with me anyway! And her memory lives on in the heart.

Otherwise, roadkill.... Varying stages of decomp... Almost always have some version of roadkill packed somewhere, whenever I travel.
 
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