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Well, as most of you might have noticed, I didn't take much of a role this weekend, barely contributing more than my name to most posts. In any event, I had a very interesting and disturbing weekend. I'll fill you all in.

 

Okay, Saturday Sandy, my girlfriend, and I took the kids out to shop for her Mother's Day Present, which ended up being a 14 inch demon she called Kassidy. By demon, I mean a small predatory animal normally called a ferret.

 

That evening, I had to work at my part time job, so I went to work, and snuck home early.

 

Sandy and I stayed up pretty late, watching the end of The Hot Chick and starting Analyze that. No, these have not yet been released. Sandy is a manager at BlockBuster, so we get to see all the movies and games before they hit the shelves.

 

So, we get tired and hop into bed. This is where it gets disturbing.

 

So, the new ferret is sleeping in a cage in our room, rather annoying and smelly, but I finally get to sleep.

 

Suddenly, in the middle of the evening, about 3AM, Sandy wakes up, and nearly jumps on my chest. I'm still slightly dazed, but waking up. She yells, "Oh my god! Their killing him!" I snap to attention and look out the bedroom window. My neighbor is lying on his back, being pummelled by four punks with a skateboard and a baseball bat.

 

Sandy and I rush downstairs and out the front door. She was out first and proceeded to scare the kids off with rampant screams of, "I'm going to F***ing kill you!" Mind you, she is 5' 3", 115lbs. and hardly intimidating by any means. The four kids bolt around the corner. Having successfully frightened off the punks, our attentions turned to our neighbor.

 

Lying half on his stoop and half on his front lawn, the man was bright red, and barely coherent. Sandy yelled to another neighbor to call the police as a few more neighbors run out to assist.

 

Now, two of the kids come back around the corner, apparently looking for something. The one shorter kid approaches Sandy and I and begins to scream taunts at the near corpse of my neighbor while pulling back his skateboard to attack. I stand up, "What the f*** is wrong with you? What, do you think he's going to swing back? You f***ing idiot! Why don't you swing at me you fat f***?" Meanwhile, I am not sure how, my immediate neighbor, who had come out to assist, somehow had disarmed the second individual and was now holding a baseball bat. Now, my 5'3" girlfriend chimes in, being as vocal as she is, "What, are you going to hit me? I'm 5'3" you f***ing *****!" The kids finally turn and run off.

 

Now, our neighbor reaches behind his head, and in pulling out his hand, pieces of skull and blood adorn his palm. I don't think any of us had truly realized how serious his injuries were until that exact moment. I instantly bolted upstairs to get some towels. Sandy puts the towels behind his head, while I with my aversion to blood, begin to repeatedly chain smoke.

 

The police arrive and my neighbors brother comes running around the corner, having been knocked unconscious prior to what we had awoken to. "Nick?", I said, instantly turning to the man lying on the ground, "Holy s***, Stan?". These men had gone to high school with me. Stan was barely recognizeable in his current state.

 

Anyway, following Stan being taken to the hospital, the neighbors and my family are standing outside given statements. Several of the neighbors found great humor in my diminutive girlfriends violent death cries earlier, making comments like, "This little thing here comes out screaming about how she's going to f*** these guys up and kill them with their detached arms and s***.", followed by a group laugh.

 

Followup:

Stan is currently in guarded condition with a skull fracture. His younger brother, Nick, received only 5 stitches to his forehead.

 

Apparently, these were the punk kids that had been breaking into cars, including mine three weeks ago. Two of the punks were arrested and are now facing 1st degree assault with a deadly weapon and a third has a warrant out for his arrest.

 

Nick and I talked Sunday morning, where we both agreed, this was not the best way to find out we were neighbors.

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Shock camp? Oh, I fogot to add:

 

The punks kids, as it turns out, weren't. They were all nineteen to twenty. When I was twenty, I was far too busy getting drunk, laid and driving around to hang out on railroad tracks throwing rocks at cars. What's wrong with people these days?

 

Also, 1st Degree Assault with a Deadly Weapon carries a four to five year sentence. The Police officer assured us that they would be pursuing the maximum sentence.

 

 

 

On a side note, Saturday morning was my scheduled physical test for the Rochester Police Department. After much consideration, I had decided not to take it. I did not want to be desensitized to situations like this one. I had been ranked group 1 on the written exam.

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Shock Camp = An alternative for Juvies than jail. Basically for 6 months-1year they enter a place they'll soon call hell. During the day they must stand up without sitting, no resting, no fun. Contant haizing by "drill sargents", constant room inspections. The thing is, that a person progresses and earns ranks. If you are a week from leaving and you just snap, you get knocked down a few weeks, so it adds to your sentence.

 

Now that I find they are my age, well that is ruled out. I'm 20 and I don't find myself equiped with a bat and under the cover of darkness thieving from peoples cars. I don't know, maybe I just find it kind of wrong! Hopefully they get what they deserve and our legal system is competant enough to do the right thing- oh wait, O.J. Simpson comes to mind, but I'm sure none of them have that name ;)

 

EDIT: You were going to be in the police force but decided against it? Or did I miss something? Btw- good job on the written exam.

 

EDIT: I almost got into West Point- stupid SATs, I had a congressional nomination and all too!

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Well, almost. I simply had to pass the physical test to continue on to the background check and the lie detector test. I am glad I decided not to pursue it any further though. I proved that I was capable, which I will forever knowthat it was my choice not to continue, rather than a failure on my part.

 

As far as West Point, that's too bad. I almost went to the Air Force academy on a Congretional Medal Of Honor nomination, but I couldn't pass the Air Force physical due to a reoccurring injury. I don't care to mention it though, becuase it was a joke that they even brought it up.

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The shower rooms is dimly lit, five shower heads are on the far side of the room and there is one rusted drain in the middle. There are no hooks, no windows, after all it is a prison shower. "Kid" 1 enters stage right, big beefy guy with a heart tatoo that says, "I love boys" (no not MJ) on his arm enters stage left a few seconds after the kid

 

Kid 1Well, it's shower time again.

Big Beefy Guy *grin* Yeah, the best time of the day other than "lights out".

Kid 1 shutters

Kid 1 Please, don't remind me of that.

 

The shower heads turn on and a fine mist of steam slowly engulfs the cellmates. Suddenly a thud is heard and a curse shortly followed. The Kid seems to have droped his soap...

 

Big Beefy guys in prison always need freshmeat. ;)

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Jeez Sidious, sounds like you had quite the weekend. I think I can speak for everyone on the boards when I say, "We all wish Stan the best."

 

I'm 21, so hearing the punks were close to my age just makes me hang my head, and pity my generation. There are days when I think the world is doomed, and by that I mean that 20 somethings who almost beat a guy to death will have a dad who knows a guy, who knows a judge who will get them off with some community service, and then because of who their dad is they end up working at the same software company as you only they get promoted to supervisor so now you're reporting to them, and every time you hear them move a piece of paper or even speak to you your mind flashes to beating THEM senseless with a skateboard until....

 

Woah sorry, I have some personal issues here as you can tell, on a similar tangent to your story. I do hope they are proscecuted and SENTENCED to the maximum penalty.

 

On a side note, my roommate had a ferret when we were in the 8th grade. He let it out of its cage and I almost stomped Satan's Little Helper to death... *shudders* Those things seriously give me the creeps.

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Holy crap, and I was busy picking up on my sisters neighbors all weekend. Something similar happened to my bosses son. He beat up a skate board park attendant and almost killed him. He only got six monthes and got out on parol. He was charged with premeditated assualt too! Six months, I hope those kids you were talking about get much longer.

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WTF phreak, ferrets are #$%&^ing awesome. Actually, you can have the smell gland removed so they dont stink to high hell. I was using my sisters ferret while picking up on her neighbors at the same time (see above post), they all thought he was cute. Ive got to get my own!! :p

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When things like this happen, it makes me really angry. I'm only 18, but when I hear about some punks beating people up, breaking into cars, etc, I want to get my own baseball bat, and get some good old-fashioned vigilante justice. I don't know what's with people these days. You know what I do on weekends? Play D&D, Vampire: The Masquerade, have LAN parties, and occasionally get drunk with friends. What's wrong with that?

 

Punk ass kids...

 

[Edit] I forgot the most important part. I really hope your friends are okay, and I hope those kids get what they deserve.

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I have two ferrets. Now is it just mine... or are all male ferrets FAT AS HELL!!! You cannot see his feet when he runs, and he HAS to weigh at LEAST 4 pounds... D_S, you need a good old fashioned neighborhood watch. Those people never watch anything, but there is often free refreshments at meetings. And frankly, people today are not all bad. 80% and up are good, law abiding people who would never intentionally break the law. Maybe a little delinquency here and there, but nothing major. The only reason violence seems so popular is becasue that is ALL THE F******* MEDIA TRACKS DOWN!!!

Six years ago, I was caught in a fire with my *cough Boy Scout* troupe and we had to be airlifted out. But the problem was, we were in a forest with no good places to land. So we had to wait as the fire got bigger and hotter... Mmm... sexy fire... But anyway, the fire rescue people finally manage to get to us and evacuate. We were put on four three news stations... EACH ONE OF THEM GIVING US NO MORE THAN 30 SECONDS. We were sandwiched between a story about child abuse and the increasing number of rapes. Another station put us in between a boy who shot his father with an "unloaded" gun and a devilishly fatal car pile-up on the freeway. I do not recall what the last station plopped us in the middle of, but I somehow do not think it was Happy Purple Fuzzy Bunny Land where children get free candy that is good for them and there are no guns or malign intent against other "innocent" people.

 

I play White-Wolf games... They are better than D&D, except White-Wolf needs to work a little harder on getting everything in their rules organized and consistent, and a tad less confusing sometimes. But otherwise, they have great concepts, except that everyone moves freakishly fast. Do you know anyone who moves on average 14 yards walking in three seconds?

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Anyway, following my interesting weekend, I head to work yesterday morning. Yada, yada, I'm killing time, so I figure I'll head to the store to get some smokes and get a few of my tech tools replaced a Sears while I'm out.

 

So, I get the tools, and head to the gas station to get smokes. I have to make a left into the gas station across three lanes. Traffic stops for the stop light, and clears a path across the first two lanes. The guy in the mini-van in the second lane flags me on to go for it. I creep into the third lane and look down it. Nothing there, so I go.

 

SMACK!!

 

The guy switched lanes from the middle to the lane I was crossing to avoid stopping for the traffic.

 

Anyway, so the window breaks, smacks me in the back of the head and cuts me pretty good. The airbag goes off, giving me some nice powder burns and destroying my favorite fleece.

 

Everything from there is a daze up until I was sitting at the gas station, with my new pack of cigarrettes. Sandy and the kids met me at the hospital and I received five stitches and about ten pieces of glass we're removed from my hard head.

 

In any event, I'm alright, but my baby is dead. There goes my Eclipse.

*sheds a tear for the departed*

 

Between Saturday night and Monday morning, I think I need to call in for the rest of the week and stay home to avoid any undue injury.

 

I might be scarce for a few days, until my head clears.

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dude.. you're just a magnet to these things arn't you.....

 

so who's gonna fix the car? Enjoy your time off :D

 

Sandy is a manager at BlockBuster, so we get to see all the movies and games before they hit the shelves.

 

I just noticed that. You're one lucky son of a gun. I would be extremely mad, but since I'm friends with the manager at EB, I get stuff a day earlier, he holds a copy, ect :D

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D_S- DON'T watch Final Destination or FD2, it'll only freak you out more! ;)

 

Dude, I hate it when crap like that happens, some guy waves you being all nice and the next thing you know you got a guy hitting your sled. Not to mention a pretty nice sled! But the main thing is that you are okay and that you aren't badly hurt. And somehow I know that your woman will take care of you, along with the kids. It's a nice feeling having someone there for you. I was in a pretty serios accident (route 20, just south of Pavilion) and some old fart (87yrs old) t-boned my car while I was doing 65mph. I managed to pull out of that bad wreak with just a few cuts and a few light scars (can't see 'em now) from the air bag deploying. Three days later I was back with my soccer team scoring, on and off the field :halo2::naughty:- now to the point I was going to make. Knowing that my family was there for me really helped me recover quicker.

 

Anyways, I'm glad you are okay. And next time you see the guy in the van wave for you to go, flick 'em off. lol:D

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