Jimmy's kind of a slut. He's been that way since college. He's also a terrible liar, so when he told us that he wasn't up shit creek without a paddle, it was clear as day that he was.
The three of us knew he'd been playing Bingo at this local Korean joint. Not like your grandparents bingo, like high stakes winner takes the $50,000 pot bingo.
Jimmy, dumb fool that he is, had been taking out loans left and right from anybody that'd listen. He figured he'd been on such a terrible losing streak that he had to win sometime.
We staged an intervention for Jimmy when we started getting calls from less-than-nefarious sources asking where the hell he was.
When we finally got Jimmy to come over, he broke down quicker than glue. I've never seen a man sob quite like that, like he was looking to god for judgement.
We were floored, we knew he was in deep, but not Mariana Trench deep. We agreed to help him however we could, best friends forever, as stupid as that was.
He had it all planned out. Said he'd been watching this bank for a month. So we were to stroll in there, take out two cameras, hold the place up, and walk out with a hundred thousand bucks.
But we never made it as far as the front door. As soon as we left the getaway car a van rolled up and eight guys snatched us up.
Jimmy looked back at us from the drivers seat, and until I die I won't forget what he told us.
Sorry guys, he'd said, the organ market is booming and quite frankly you're worth a lot more to me dead than alive.