this morning #1579.
this morning, because i’d been wholly unprepared to dig up my parents’ statue from the hole behind the school & return it to our home, i’d been given the whole day to come up with a replacement for when i returned in the evening. i’d thought up a substantial substitution & now i was here, shovel in hand & somewhat of a plan. i put on my work gloves. plunged the shovel into the dirt. a half hour later, i’d dug down to where our items lay. luckily, my bag was easy to grab. right on top. i pulled it out. checked the contents. statute intact. thank god. i looked down at the other bags & curiosity kicked in. i pulled out another one. peeked inside. WTF? a gun? whose is this? i thought back to yesterday. oh shit. it’s HIS, isn’t it?