this morning #294.

this morning, friends in need were friends indeed but he couldn’t think of a single one who’d lend him a hand given the mess he’d got himself into. even without the extreme nature of the situation, he’d have had trouble getting someone to help him. it was his own fault, really. you’d be a fool not to expect blowback from subjecting your friends & family to random theft. this time, he’d pilfered the wrong coffers one too many times, resulting in a certain future beatdown and/or torture and/or murder and/or disappearance. perhaps it was best that he didn’t drag anyone else into this. seeing a friend have their fingernails pried off had to be more painful than having it done to yourself.