this morning #1584.
this morning, i woke up still thinking about the gun i’d found buried in the ground. damnit. shouldn’t have snooped. should’ve just swapped out the statue with its replacement, tossed the dirt back on top & called it a day. why’d i have to get curious? why’d he decide to bury it? didn’t even know that he owned a gun. thought his parents were super against that sort of thing. maybe they don’t know. maybe he found it, kept it & then got cold feet about keeping it around. damnit. now i need to know why he had it. he can’t know that i dug stuff up though. that i looked in his bag. major breach of trust. maybe if i ask, he’ll just tell me. nah. screw that. if i want answers, he’ll at least make me share what i buried. that can’t happen.