this morning #1616.
this morning, now that i’d gotten the secret about our friend’s gun off my chest, i wasn’t feeling quite so stressed. heck. when i told my friend, i was worried that he’d dwell on the part about me returning to the site where we’d buried the items from our past & unearthing them. i swore that i’d only looked in two bags: mine & the one with the gun. i saw it & panicked. returned the two bags & packed all five back beneath the dirt. he seems to believe that that’s how it went down. he should. it’s the truth. he trusts me enough. by now, he knows that, if i have juicy info, i can’t stay silent. if i’d peeked in his bag too, he’d know. he’d have told me right then & there. it’s that type of honesty that makes me believe that i can trust him too.