Tuesday

Tuesday


House broken into AGAIN. Came home from work yesterday to find the lock on the gate missing. We don't usually lock it, it' just there to remind people to make sure the gate is latched shut so the dogs won't get out.

I go to the trailer tenant's door, the woman is home, the guy is not. She starts telling me about a pickup truck that had been parked out side - on and on. I go in the house, nothing out of place. I go in my bedroom - closet door has a gaping hole in it. 38 long nose revolver missing. About $100 in change - gone.

I go back out and ask if she had seen anyone coming onto the property. No. I noticed the east door of my house - someone had tried to come through it as it was not sealed shut. No-one can go through there without busting the door down: it has a double deadbolt on it. Meaning you have to use a key to get in OR out.

I start going through video surveillance. What looks like teenagers. 3 of them. They have winter coats on (it was 103 degrees out yesterday). They are using the coats to shield their faces. They walk onto the property with impunity, into my house. These kids know where the cameras are, they know the dogs, they know everything.

I get all the points where they're seen coming in down on paper so I can show the police and proceed to call. Trailer tenant guy comes back and now we're all discussing this situation. They had thought that I was allowing these kids to be in my house while not home and didn't want to interfere. Not. Now, they are going to call the police and me if these kids show up again.

Police show up. I show him (one officer) the destroyed door, the missing gun, the video surveillance. We get into a conversation about - Great Danes actually since 2 of them were standing there in his face, another dog lover. The videos do not show the faces of these individuals, but I had a good guess on one of them: one of the black brothers from down the street.

I inform the officer that the guy down the street has video surveillance ON the street and perhaps his might have caught something. He leaves, goes down there and is there quite a while. Another long conversation with the trailer tenants, if they want to help out, great: someone shows up on the property that doesn't belong there, tell them to leave, or, call me, or call the police or call both.

I go back inside. I never had the chance to go through video AFTER these people leave. I wish I would have before police left, because I now have 3 names of 3 individuals who took both the Playstation 3 and other console and my gun and change.

ANTHONY. One of the female tenants is walking in the door while they're walking out. She had no idea what they were doing and thought it was okay that they were there since she recognized one of the boys, one of the black brothers from down the street.

I went and knocked on her door and asked who she had seen. Sure enough, it was Anthony, back to his old ways, just stealing me blind. I look at another camera, they weren't trying to hide anymore, apparently they knew they were ID'ed they were standing in front of the camera full blown view.

I called the police - they were going to have someone call me back. Yeah, well it was after I went to bed that they called me back. They informed me I would have to speak with the officer that had showed up and gave me the number for the precinct he works in. I was out of it, I couldn't do anymore of this. Well, then my son calls. I had left him a message much earlier.

He's furious. Darnell - one of the black brothers that lives 6 houses down from me - clearly identifiable - coming in and stealing the PS3. I'm going to have to calm him down before he come back over on Friday as his sole intent at this point is to go down and "visit" with Darnell.

Oh, and I forgot. I was looking for the 3rd kid - I know the general area he lives in - driving around in my car. There is Darnell on a bicycle riding around as if nothing happened. I stopped the car and started yelling at him. He starts to deny everything "YOU ARE ON MY VIDEO SURVEILLANCE". He starts fingering the blame: Anthony and Drey. Great, where does Drey live? He says he doesn't know. LIAR. We went back and forth.

I left it at this: I CATCH you guys on my property and you are going to be in a WORLD of HURT". But it isn't going to end there, it was enough to scare the pee out of him letting him know that I not only know who did this stuff but also have an eye witness PLUS surveillance.

Last night, I left a note for JD to take home to his brother. JD is the oldest black brother and he is NOTHING like either of his 3 younger brothers. He is straight as an arrow and wouldn't think of stealing from anyone. The message basically said tell me where Anthony is staying and where Drey lives, otherwise you are an accomplice to burglary, theft and willful destruction of personal property.

This kid has already been in trouble and in Juvi before, to get busted with something like will put him back in there for a much longer period of time. The threat of that should be enough.

I'm wasted tired. I basically didn't sleep last night. I feel like crap. I'd LIKE to go home, park my car somewhere else and make it appear as if I'm not there. Those kids had the gall to ask the tenant that saw them walking out of the house "what time do you get off of work?" - meaning, they apparently feel free to come back again!

How do you stop people doing this s***? 2 ways: legally or vigilante. I'm trying legally because, of course, vigilante is not legal. I will say that if I CATCH Anthony or any of them on my property, he will be spending some quality time in a hospital before getting transferred to jail. I have the legal right to defend home and property.

As for the gun, it is an old style revolver like they used to use 50 years ago - in fact, is something like 40 or 50 years old. It takes some kind of special ammo that you have to order, regular 38 ammo does NOT work in that gun. Not only that, those guns apparently can be dangerous to use and can backfire in your face (hence the fact that I never got ammo for it, just a nice collector's piece).

Work day is here, gotta get off.