this morning #333.

this morning, one-third of his milk money had gone missing from what he’d previously presumed was a stellar stash spot. partially speaking, this partial theft partially confused him. as a whole, he couldn’t think of a single person who’d be cold or clever enough to take food out of his mouth like this. on the other hand, he did tend to surround himself with a crew that contained a few occasionally desperate drug addicts. it would take some columbo-level detective work on his part but, by the end of the day, he would track down the culprit & it would only take a few hours of torture to extract a full confession. this admission wouldn’t get him his money back though. it was already snorted.