On Friendship, Pt. II

As I got out of my car tonight to throw out some garbage, leaving the keys in the ignition to keep the radio playing, I thought to myself, "What id Dean steals the car?"

Dean and I have been friends for 15 years. I do not believe he will be stealing my car. At the very least his living situation with regards to my own living space is measured in feet rather than miles.

Still, I was concerned Dean would steal my car. Or be stolen with it. Perhaps we were being watched. No, that was unlikely timing. More likely Dean has been waiting fifteen years for this moment. This is the culmination of our friendship. Perhaps it was a ploy this whole time and Dean has only been my friend on the off chance that one day he could steal the car I might have had.

Dean did not steal my car. Perhaps he was let down I didn't have a better car by this point in my life.