Thin Front Pocket Leather Briefcase

I was an undercover FBI agent and my black lab, Blue, was a drug dog when I first moved to Juarez, Mexico. Well, at least that’s what my little old landlord lady, Donita, told them. And the gang on my street didn’t like it much. You see, she didn’t like the gang hanging out on our street because of all of the late night noise, broken beer bottles and the trash they always left behind. And, therefore, she used me to scare them off.

I mean, it was definitely believable. What in the world would a leather briefcase toting clean cut white guy and his drug sniffing sidekick be doing renting a shabby little room in a really bad part of the most dangerous city in the world, right? Well, it worked. The gang moved a few blocks away and our street stayed nice and tidy... and peaceful. Peaceful until the little old lady’s Chihuahua went into heat, that is. And Donita had that scent of love all over her lap from holding her.

And when Blue and I came out of our little room into the courtyard at the same time as Donita, it was horrible. Blue’s eyes widened to the size of silver dollars, and then out of nowhere, latin dance music started to play.. It was love at first scent, but it wasn’t pretty. He ran over to her, hooked his front legs around her little waist and started to tango. I pulled him off of her after he started the Greco Roman wrestling on the ground.

I felt really bad about that and apologized profusely, but that didn’t make her feel less nervous or stressed with us living there. I had to go find another place to live and that’s when I moved into the orphanage for awhile and taught the kids how to play guitar. I'm not sure if your current briefcase would make anybody wonder what you do other than work at some average job for average pay. This briefcase will suggest a story about you that may not be true, but maybe the briefcase will make it become true for you. Mine story is true.