A friend of mine got tangled up with some goons and credit card fraud. We had all done some silly stuff, but this was big money with scary dudes. We warned him to not get involved, but he apparently didn’t listen. One day he shows up at my (now) in-laws house where I was having Sunday dinner with my (then) girlfriend and her folks.
“You gotta help me. They’re gonna kill me”, he tells me in the doorway to the kitchen. I immediately thought of my girlfriend, her family, and the life I hoped we’d have together and said, “I’m sorry Donald, I can’t help you with this. You might want to get running”.
Never saw him again.