As you could imagine, anyone who looks even HALF as good as me usually has a LOT of friends.
I am, of course, no exception. My looks just naturally draw people in, wanting desperately to become a part of my inner circle. It’s a gift, and a curse.
Anyway, there was a big brew-ha-ha amongst my flock a few months ago, when at a small get-together at a friend’s house, some prescription pills went missing from their upstairs bathroom. They KNEW that the pills had been taken, since they had just filled the prescription the day before, and had counted the amount.
This left us with the unthinkable job of trying to figure out which one of our close friends could have actually STOLEN from another member of our group. Everyone present was very close. I couldn’t imagine ANY of them stealing, ever.
Anyhow, through some pretty incriminating evidence which I won’t get into here, our friend became convinced that our other friend, Linda, was the one who took the pills. Linda, of course, denied it vehemently. Harsh words were exchanged, and after some exchanges, Linda was expelled from our group.
Even though the evidence we had was pretty damming, and her behavior and explanations were, to put it mildly, bizarre, the whole thing just never sat right with me. I was very close with Linda, and I always held out, in the back of my mind, the belief that one day another explanation would surface.
Years ago, Linda was a bit of a wild child, and admitted to us on many occasions that she had done and sold drugs in her youth. The evidence that she had taken my friend’s pills had nothing to do with Linda’s past, but I couldn’t help but feel that people were still using that against her.
In short, in the past few months since this all happened, I have felt really bad about what went down, and how Linda was ostracized from our group.
Until last week.
I was online Monday morning, just reading the local news, when I clicked the link to the local police blotter. You know what that is, right? It’s the part of a local paper that will list all the recent crimes in the area. “Joe Schmoe on 1313 Mockingbird Lane was arrested on June 8th for drunk driving”, etc. I usually read it for a laugh, and to see how many miscreants live within a 5 block radius from me (It’s more than I’d like, that’s for damn sure).
Anyway, I’m sure you’ve all guessed where this is going, but obviously for me, on that Monday morning, I pretty much dropped a load of poo in my pants when I read that, on May 20th, my good friend Linda had been arrested for burglary! I could not BELIEVE what I was reading.
I have a friend who’s a NYC detective, who was able to look her up in the system and found out some more details, and it’s been a week now and I STILL can’t believe it.
I found out that she is out on bail, and is scheduled for a court date this week.
I really went out on a limb for this chick, and I feel like a first class jackoff for defending her to everybody the way I did.
I am very tempted to take the day off from work this week, and sit in on her court date. Just to sit in the back, not saying a word.
Just so she can see me. To let her know that I KNOW. We all do. And she should be ashamed for taking our trust and shitting all over it like she did.
But I guess that’s just me being petty and vindictive. It’s not like making her feel even worse would actually serve a purpose or FIX anything.