this morning #754.

this morning, i’d been horribly mistaken when i assumed everything would be just fine. i’d assured my friends. i knew a guy. i’d given him a call & asked him to help fix the mess we’d made, a mess that now lay in a heap beneath a group of oaks in the backyard. once we’d moved it there, none of us went near it. we did so out of both fear & respect. by the time my guy arrived & stood in the backyard surveying the situation, my friends & i were on the brink of coming to blows with each other. looking back on it, i’m surprised that he didn’t take one look at us & drive away to let us figure shit out for ourselves. too bad. if he had, he wouldn’t have been there when the cops showed up.