I secretly threw away my roommate’s "lucky" jacket because it smelled like death and he was wearing it to job interviews

This happened about three months ago and I have zero plans to ever admit this to anyone in real life. My roommate (and long-time buddy) had been unemployed for almost half a year. He was getting desperate, but he had this one stupid faux-leather jacket from high school that he swore was his "lucky interview jacket." Problem was, he hadn't washed it in probably four years. It didn't just smell bad; it smelled like stale sweat, wet dog, and old grease. You could literally smell him coming from down the hallway. He went to like 8 different interviews wearing this toxic hazard suit and couldn't figure out why he kept getting rejected after the first round. I tried telling him nicely, "Hey man, maybe wear a clean button-down without the jacket," but he’d get super defensive and throw a whole tantrum about how I was "ruining his mojo." One night he got super drunk and passed out early. He had a huge final-round interview the next morning at 9 AM. I looked at that hideous jacket hanging on the chair, and I just snapped. I grabbed it, stuffed it into a black trash bag, ran down three flights of stairs, and threw it deep into the apartment complex’s main dumpster right before the garbage truck arrived at 6 AM. When he woke up, he went into full meltdown mode searching for it. Screaming, tearing up the living room, accusing me of misplacing it. I played completely clueless. I even helped him "look" for it under the couch while secretly praying he wouldn't check the dumpster. Since he couldn't find it, he was forced to wear a normal, clean, navy blue blazer I lent him. Go figure... HE GOT THE JOB. He still brings up that "mysterious loss" at least once a week, talking about how someone must have broken into our apartment just to steal his favorite jacket. I just nod along like "Yeah man, absolute tragedy, people are crazy." I feel a tiny bit guilty for destroying his favorite item, but honestly? I saved his career and my own nose. I'm taking this secret to my grave.