Tag: crime

Deadbeat college football fans lol

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This is kind of riotous to me. I like college football pretty well, but the sheer infatuation expressed by some people down here in SEC country is downright pathetic. I don’t have particularly high regard to the collective intelligence of the various fanbases’ hive mentalities, but if I could place any two at the very bottom of the barrel, it would most definitely be Alabama and Auburn; it’s not much of a coincidence to me that they’re both in the state of Alabama. However, with that in mind, I really have to take my hat off to this Alabama police department for coming up with an ingenious, sadistic, and twisted trap plan to bust deadbeat parents who haven’t been paying their child support – make them think they’ve won something, before taking away from them everything… brilliant!

I love watching this parade of deadbeats of all races and genders, succumbing to their mindless allegiance to either Alabama or Auburn at the obviously too-good-to-be-true news that they’ve won free tickets to the Iron Bowl (annual game pitting the two schools), and show up all happy and joyous, before they’re tricked and arrested. Not too shabby of a plan, coming from the dregs of the southern states. Well done.

I had a disturbing dream the other night

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Nobody was sure how it was revealed, but outside of the building we were all residing in, the rest of the world had more or less fell into anarchy.  Our building had limited resources, but there were a lot of people so certainly, there was the manpower to make things work as long as everyone did their part. Communication with the rest of the world no longer seemed possible, so we were all sort of off the grid.

There was another building not far from where the building this dream was taking place in, and I suggested with the people I was with, that perhaps we should send some people over there, and forage for supplies and gather anything that we could use in our new residence for an indeterminate amount of time.  Many agreed with me, and we made tentative plans to make the trek over to the other building.

Before executing the plan to travel, someone brought to my attention that what if the other building were not completely empty as I had initially hypothesized it was?  What if there were other people in that building, in the exact same predicament as we were in?  I hadn’t considered such possibilities.  The trip to the other building never happened.

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Brogging of the mundane

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Burglary update

I finally managed to get a hold of the Fulton County prosecutor aide in regards to the thugs that tried to rob my home back in October.  Honestly, given the lack of effort exerted by the county, I figured that I had heard the last of them after the initial arrest of the hoods.  I called every number and contact I was given, with no response.  In fact, I had to hound this person in order to respond to a letter they had sent to me.  Apparently wanted to let me know that their bond pleas have been denied a second time, and one more denial, and then they’re going to actual, court-court.  But it’s comforting to know that since their arrest back on October 27th, they’ve been in jail since.

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A small bit of truth

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Even though the alarm is set, admittedly, over the last two weeks, in the back of my mind, is some fear.  As I lay in bed, before sleep befalls me, my eyes dart over to the security panel on my wall to verify and re-verify that the red light indicating that the security system is on.  I used to set my television to sleep timer on some of the plain music channels, just because I had some insomnia, but I grew to preferring silence.  But now I’m back to the former, because I try to convince myself that classical music can possibly mute some of my thinking.  It doesn’t.  But the sound is comforting.

I hate this feeling.  And as much as I’m aware the passage of time reduces the feelings, there is never going to be light at the end of the tunnel.

Well, this is a shitty feeling.

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I couldn’t sleep well last night, for obvious reasons.  Every time I closed my eyes, the scene replayed itself in my head, from the time I heard the loud kick of the front door, to when I saw the two perpetrators making a run for it.  It jumbled around in my head repeatedly, and alternate scenarios presented itself, making my mind race when all I really wanted was to put the day behind me.  What if they didn’t run?  What if they were armed?  What if I were armed?  Fairly certain if were the latter scenario, there would be at least one dead black guy, considering the speed in which they “got away” was with the urgency of a DMV employee.  Regardless of what was going on in my head, I couldn’t help but feel my heart racing a little bit throughout the A.M. hours.

Sure, it is fortunate that nothing was stolen, nobody’s hurt, and the fucks were caught, but what really sucks right now are the feeling of solitude I’m feeling right now.  More so, than ever.

An explanation post

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“Robbery” was the third thought that passed through my head. When I first heard the sound, my first thought was what the cats knocked down that could make such a loud thud. As I rushed out of my bedroom, the second thought was something big had hit the outside of my house. Now that thought was partially true, because in the micro-seconds in which I was darting down the upstairs hallway to where I turned the corner and saw the open front door, is when I thought “robbery,” and the reality hit me, when I saw the first black guy run out the door, and then the next, and I was screaming at them to get the fuck out of my house.

They got nothing.

Long story short: dumb fuckfaces ran off to a piece of shit 1992 Toyota Corolla sedan, which goes 0-60 in like 30 minutes, so I had more than enough time to get the plates, and within two minutes was on the phone with 911 where I reported the attempted break-in, the plates, and big surprise, it was a stolen car. Cop comes, interviews me, surveys scene, leaves. I tell Jen, cop comes back, asks me to escort him to where they got the two worthless assholes. Neighbor who apparently saw the shitheads trolling slash scouting around the neighborhood joins us, as a witness, as he saw the car doing its best impression of a getaway, which means yes, the stupid motherfuckers actually did attempt a break in within sight of a bystander. Collectively, we go to the scene of the arrest, and confirm that the arrested perps were indeed the two hoodrats that were attempted to break in to my house.

But now I’ve got a broken door frame, less than effective front door, and admittedly, some rattled nerves and a whole lot of pent up rage, anxiety, and stress. Curious if the cost of the home insurance deductible will be worth paying versus paying out of pocket for door repairs. Curious to know how long the justice system will take before I get just compensation for the failed crime. Curious to know if I’m more mentally wounded than I think I am.

YOU. GET. NOTHING.