this morning #872.

this morning, i parked the van down a side street & cut the engine off. clicked the radio back on. kept the volume low. mood music. rolled up the windows. reached into the glove box to get the goods for what we were about to do. we were done screwing around. me & my boys. we really had no choice. the scales needed to be balanced. we believed that in 10-15, he’d exit his home & head to his car. so far, there hadn’t been a single light on inside. we’d been told he’d be home & just had to hope that our inside info was infallible. he needed to learn a lesson. we’d get a full confession. an hour later, when he still hadn’t emerged, we had to assume we’d been duped. we would have to go to plan B.