I Would’ve Died for You, but You Killed Me

I wouldn’t pay for my broke classmate Jeremy Mabbitt to go on a trip, so my two closest childhood friends stole the money I had saved for an emergency.

When my grandma was dying, wailing in pain, I didn’t even have enough cash to buy her something as simple as painkillers.

I kept calling those two friends of mine, begging them to give me back just enough—like 10 bucks—so I could get Grandma some aspirin. But they didn’t answer.

When they finally picked up, they sounded fed up and annoyed.

“Listen, Randolf, we didn’t take your freaking card! Please, can you stop accusing us?”