the plan was in tact and now we just had to wait. it was still october, we planned the heist for mid december.

for nearly three years i was living the life. i was out on the road, abandoning all the people, the routines, the responsibility of my past. now, i was back and it was like nothing had changed. there were a few stores where there used to be parking lots, some people were married, some were dead, some were living in different cities all over the globe. i was back in the same shitty apartment i lived in right after high school.

i had nothing to do. nothing to do but sleep, and when i wasnt sleeping i was drinking and vice versa. i was having a very difficult time remembering anything and began caring about very little. i was nervous about the upcoming heist and told no one about it. i tried to play off my alcholism. i pissed my pants, fell asleep at the bar, and soon everyone was talking about me. about how much i'd changed, about how my breath always stank, about well, i'm not sure about what else. but, i began using cocaine again, and maybe it was all just a paranoid episode, but it seemed like i didnt have a friend in the world.

randomly, i ran into an old friend from college. we were at a pub in manayunk watching an eagles game and he appeared out of no where. we sold pot together in a different life. enough grass to buy him a house. he would front me pounds and i would sell it fast. i would give him three thousand dollars on almost a weekly basis. we partied together regularly, supplied a whole lot of kids with weed, and like most relationships based around money, eventually had a disagreement and hadn't spoken to each other in four years. i'm not a big believer in god, but i felt like this was a sign. we sat down and talked about our past, focusing on all the good things, but as we drank more, we started to talk about the deal that went bad. there were rumors that i got busted, that he was a narc, that i slept with his girlfriend. of course, none of these things were true. it was just his product had gone bad, and i found a new supplier. he got upset and claimed i owed him money i didnt. both of us were out of the 'pot game' and were glad to be out of it. he was a realtor, and was doing quite well for himself.

he asked me why i came back, he had heard i was doing well in california, and i wanted to tell him about the heist, but i still had the sinking suspicion that he was a narc, it was probably another paranoid episode, but i never told him. we both got wasted, watched the eagles win, and went our separate ways.

that was a sunday, we had a meeting scheduled for wednesday. we were going to go to the shore and stake out a few of the houses to see what type of activity was going on.

01/18/2009

Author's Note: at some point i will revise all of this just putting it all down on paper for now

Posted on 01/18/2009
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