Those dastardly police! Is there no end to their villainy?
Incidentally, Johnny sold the rock for 50,000 euros. Which to a (by now) 17-year-old boy probably seems like a fortune, but isn’t all that much if this really was a genuine, unique alien artefact, especially considering that a Hercynian euro is worth considerably less than a real-life present day euro.
We’re approaching the end of phase 2 of this story.
I went bowling today with some mates who are back from uni over the holidays. It was nice seeing the guys again, especially considering that it’s been so long that I’d almost forgotten what it was like to hang out with a group of mainly guys. They hadn’t changed much, although some of us have changed more than others. I still suck at bowling, and I’m pretty awful at pool, too, although I did win one out of the 4 games I played, so that wasn’t so bad.