Mikey told them I didn’t have anything to do with it. After they PICKED HIM UP. They made me walk home from St.Paul, but they picked Mikey, the actual thief, up from the klink in Minneapolis. I was so fucking pissed, but I was more tired and cold, so I went downstairs to lay on my couch. Mikey was down there when I got in and I confronted him. But what was I going to do? Kick his ass? He didn’t know his little plan was going to backfire and he certainly didn’t know that I would get my ass kicked down a stairway and that I would have to walk home. I hope they admired my tenacity though. I fuckin’ did it.