This has been weird. There was a gang from school. Some from elementary. Some from high school and college. Standard stuff. We hung out, drank beer, etc. Stayed close through college. Went on adult hiking trips before the spouses and kids, and though we don’t keep up often, still consider them my best friends. The kind of people I’d help no matter what or where or when. And their families, spouses, kids, etc.
Anyway, in the early 80s we were sharing an old house in Austin. A couple of them came to me and said there was a problem with the utility deposit. We all needed to kick in something like $125. This was 1983. Well sh!t. Ok.
Turns out it was bs. Don’t know what they needed the cash for but they straight up fibbed. Many of us got together recently. We were all telling stories and the one who I’d consider my closet friend said, “hey, remember when we got that money from you? Ha ha ha.” The other one looked terrified.
I’ve told then how f’ed up that was. Not so much mad, but damn. This is a problem for me. And a bigger loss that I would have thought. F’ing assholes.