I was 23.
I woke up he was gone and so was my wallet.
So was obviously upset and at 23 I wouldn’t have had the common sense to call the cops even if I was partying the night before. I was scared of cops then.
When I left my apartment I followed a crow.
It was a long walk, 2km thru downtown. I wish I was joking. I have no idea how this was possible.
It lead me to where he was passed out in a park and I still get a kick out of his face when I showed up. Somehow that look of fear and wonder is like Starbucks on a Sunday.
“how the fuck did you find me”
“I followed a crow”
He dumped my Id and wallet and I had to replace everything.
Spent the money on drugs.
I learned a lesson with trust that day.
I did see him years later and he seemed to be doing better. He went way further down than just stealing from a friend before he hit bottom.
I think I trust crows more than people.