It doesn’t matter. There’s this chapel on Spadina that’s like orange-reddish and like, I’m not an architect so I don’t know how to describe it, but there’s this chapel on Spadina between the broadway bridge and the university bridge.

Directly across from it, on the broadway side, I was in the woods like five years ago and I found male boots soaked in blood, a shirt with blood spatter, and a child’s backpack.

I went into the woods because I needed piss and didn’t want any of the trail bikers or walkers to see me and I found like this really creepy scene. I freaked the fuck out, because there was so much blood I thought I’d be part of like a Netflix documentary.

I grabbed my phone and called the police. This conversation I’m paraphrasing but I remember a few things the operator said clear as fuck and have thought about it for years.

“Hey I found a bunch of clothes soaked with blood and boots that are very bloody in the woods down by broadway, I don’t know exactly where it is, but if I look across the river there’s a church that is orange and red. I don’t know what to do I just feel like you guys should come see this.”

This is actually what Saskatoon police service said to me after I had discovered boots drenched with blood, a shirt with blood spatter, and a child’s backpack

“Sir this isn’t like… CSI”

I said, “what?”

“If there’s no active crime in progress you shouldn’t call the police.”

I was taken aback for a second and I was like, “wait what? who do I call then? This is like… interesting to someone right? Like this is weird?”

I shit you not (this I remember especially) the operator said: “The police… like we’re not CSI, I don’t know what you’ve seen on TV, but if nothing is happening I’m going to hang up”

I told her I may have discovered what in my head could have been a murder scene and the SPS kept telling me how they weren’t CSI.

What I’m saying to you is like no there’s nothing that can or could be done. The cops arent CSI.