this morning #2046.

this morning, all told he was holding onto around three-thousand dollars worth of stolen property. stashed away in an upstairs closet in a bankers box. keeping it safe for an old friend. he hadn’t intended to partake in any criminal acts but when his pal arrived at his place in a pickle, all stressed that his snooping old lady might find the goods & turn him in, he couldn’t say no. assumed that this’d be a few-day favor. a week tops ‘til his buddy could find a buyer. three weeks in, the paranoia had surfaced. someone has to be looking for their stuff. what if that person or the cops figure out who’s responsible for the theft & the trail then leads to him? no way is he going to take the fall for this. he was ashamed that he even got involved.