MY friend, the owner/landlord, was a major player in the local craft brewing club, national awards, certified beer judge, multiple award plaques on the walls and Not to mention the complete 25 gallon brewing setup on the wall opposite from the freezer, the multiple 20 gallon mini beer kegs and the semi automated bottling rig. The cop, whose squad car my friend was in, listened to the room mate and took the “arrested” man back in the house and undid one side of the handcuffs so he could get the receipts for the all the hops, valued at over $5000. At this point the cop finished removing the handcuffs and apologized for NEVER ASKING what was in the freezer.
I was in Sainsbury’s in London waiting for the ex to come out of the mens. He came out absolutely raging! I couldn’t understand what had happened in the three minutes he’d been gone. He said (as an older man came out of the toilet ). One day he noticed the book I was reading and asked me about it. I explained it was from a series of books called “Tara Duncan”. He told me he had been looking for these books but they were not available at the library, so I offered to lend him my books, as I had the whole collection (12 books, one of my fav book series!). We became very good friends.
Both my best friends (Chloe and Vicky) didn’t know him that much, but after I moved away to another city, somehow they met. I was really happy because I realised that him and Vicky also had a lot in common and they would be perfect together. So I started doing the matchmaker from a long distance. And it worked! They started dating and I was so happy. They dated for about 2 years. We had a group chat with Chloe and Vicky and both their boyfriends. A private Facebook group where we would share stupid pictures and funny articles we would find. When I came to visit we would all meet up.
He told us (I was in another country at that time, so it was all via texts) that the brothers of the 2-month girl were mad at him and that’s why he couldn’t be with Vicky. That he had to step away for a bit. Then he told me that they had threatened her, taking pictures of her house to show Alex they knew where she lived. I was crazy worried for a safety, and for his safety as well. In February (so about 3 months of him telling us they were both in danger and after 3 months of Vicky and I trying to find solutions) he told us they had beaten him up and he was at the hospital with a broken arm. I cried. I considered him my best friend too. I felt horrible, not being able to help.
Everyone was so sorry for Vicky. Me too, of course. She had been cheated on and lied to, it’s the worst thing to do in a relationship. Everyone was asking about her, about how she felt. Nobody asked me. Alex had betrayed me, too. He lied to me, too. Made me worry for him and Vicky while I was miles away. Loyalty means everything to me. He had been disloyal. I was hurt beyond words. Around April of that same year, him and Vicky had started talking again. He was still dating the other girl, but at least this time he was honest about it. Vicky didn’t want to get back to him, she just wanted closure. She asked me to talk to him too. She told me it would help her. That he wanted to talk to me too. I said no. No way.
The hops did not survive the arrest because they were left in the back of a van with no air conditioning on a hot summer day and as it thawed turned to mush. The local police were forced to reimburse the beer-making home owner for the full replacement value of the hops. It only took 6 weeks to get reimbursed. (The cops must have had a really bad day since they all missed the 18 inch tall bong sitting on a cafeteria tray with a couple of joints, and a quarter ounce of marijuana in plain view on the coffee table in the living room. They also missed the crossbow with a quiver full of warhead tipped bolts, and the matched 22 caliber shooting pistols from the 1956 Melbourne Olympics also in plain sight.)