this morning #1630.
this morning, i suppose i should’ve felt relieved that our friend had come clean about the gun. i didn’t though. not exactly. as he explained, the guy whose gun it was accidentally died so he had to hide it. had to hide the whole incident. not sure what excuse i expected him to give for the gun’s existence but i definitely didn’t think it’d involve a dead body. not sure it’s a secret i can keep but i swore that i would. i’ll try. at least he didn’t kill the guy. that’s a positive. “freak accident.” his words. “be cool.” his plea. until last night, no one’s ever asked me to cover up a crime. in the time we’ve known each other, he’s got me to do lots of weird stuff. this time though, “don’t be a pussy, dude” won’t be enough to ensure my compliance.