thirty pieces of silver

Recently I betrayed one of my buddies. Potty Mouth and I had planned to host a radio show for the university last year but it never happened. So there I was with all these great ideas for a show and no show. Then I got the opportunity to go on the radio this year with Lucy while the mouth is on placement. Not thinking, I started radioing it up without Potty mouth, which would of been fine had she not found out, but she did and now I'm screwed. I tried to explain that I was just being thoughtless, however it seems that it is in fact worse that I didn't realize I was betraying her. Kind of like Judas absent mindedly telling the Romans where Jesus was without even asking for payment.

I should point out it wasn't simply something Potty had mentioned in passing one rainy afternoon. As soon as she said how pissed off she was and i denied that I was being a bastard i had flashbacks of Potty excitedly saying

"What shall we call our radio show?"
"When are we starting our radio show?"
"When we have our radio show I will be so happy."

I, as usual was in the wrong. So I apologised. Then came the demands.

1. Grow a moustache

2. Go out dressed as a calf

3. Punch Potty in the face (so she can report me to the police)

I refused to punch her but it looks like i will have to do the other two. I always wondered what I looked like with a bit of face fuzz anyway.

The whole episode taught me a valuable lesson. It's better to be betrayed, be cheated on, be lied to, or be stolen from. Being the bad guy is horrible. Guilt is horrible We shouldn't be locking up our criminals, rather giving them a pat on the back and telling them not to beat themselves up.