this morning #1641.
this morning, as dad & i walked into the police station to tell them about what’d happened with my friend & the long-deceased man lying at the bottom of the cliff on the north side of town, he gave me this look. an odd cross of emotions. 90% this is the right decision. 10% what’s the point? he said he’d do the talking. at first, at least. didn’t want me getting ahead of myself. saying something that’d make things worse. he didn’t specify for who. within fifteen minutes from when we arrived, we were in a room with two cops taking my statement. this was clearly the most dramatic thing that’d happened to them in a while. by the time i was done likely ruining my friend’s life, dad drove me back home. on the way, i tried not to cry.