“You stole sh*t from my mother’s house, this relationship is over,” he called his friend.

He is a young man living in apartment 102 who discovered two hours ago that his mother’s house was broken into by his friend. Her jewelry went missing, as well as 1000 dollars tucked away in her safe. The 1000 dollars were kept in case of medical emergencies.

“I don’t wanna hear you talk abt it.”

“I WAS HIGH.”

“Next time you approach my family, I’m calling the cops.”

*

Hw hung up the phone.

He buried his head into his hands, not knowing why his friend, now ex-friend, would steal from his mother. His friend had a proper job and always dressed decently. The cigarettes he smoked were even the nice white people type of stuff.

“Why is this happening to me?” he thought to himself.

Adulthood hasn’t been treating him well; he wishes he could return to living at his mama’s house.

He started to dial 9-1-7 5-4-2-6… Then, he stopped, turned away, and slammed his phone onto the stupid sidewalk.

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