this morning #1627.
this morning, i awoke with the sense that i could trust my friend to remain silent about our friend’s gun until we figured out the best way to confront him. that feeling lasted a few hours if that. all it took to upend that feeling was the tiniest bit of doubt about how he’d act when left alone with our friend who was hiding the gun from us. in fretting about how he’d act, i’d been blind to possibility that i’d be the one to bring up the gun before we were ready. now it was all thrust out into the open. i’d returned to the site where we’d buried our items & dug up the gun. our friend had buried it to hide evidence of a crime. it belonged to a guy who was no longer alive. all we had to do was keep quiet. if we could do that, we’d be just fine.