I saved up for months to save up $2000 so I could buy a motorcycle. Getting a motorcycle has always been my number one passion.
When the day came, I decide to go buy a bike with cash because you can make cheaper deals with cash. I withdrew the $2000 cash from the bank, but then decided to take a quick nap at home before driving 3 hours to go buy the bike.
But when I wake up, the money is fucking GONE.
I looked all over my room at least 10 times.
I ask my brother if anyone stopped by our house, and he tells me that one of my closest friend stopped by.
We’ve been best friends for over 12 years, and the motherfucker decided to come in my room and, seeing the cash, take the wad of cash.
What a mother fucking thief.
When blamelessly told him that I lost my money, this fucker, out of nowhere, starts listing reasons why he WOULDN’T be a suspect. Guilty much?!??!
Only thing that stopped me from fuckin killing him was our 12 years of memories together.
But I’m a fuckin fool because I keep wanting to believe that for some virtually improbable reason, the money disappeared into thin air and that my friend was innocent.
Some days, I just search my room one more time for the hell of it and it’s been 6 months since the incident already.
I know it wasn’t my brother cuz we always give money to each other if one of us needs some, plus he gave me several hundred to help buy the bike.

Always keep your shit locked up!