Timebomb
04-02-2007, 11:06 PM
This is too good not to post....those of you that know me know that I live in an upper middle class neighborhood on Lake Houston that was mainly built in the late 70's. It's a quiet area off the beaten path with not a lot of activity...almost one step short of a retirement community. Except for this one house on my street where the guy has trash everywhere, and it looks like he should be living down in the slum area of Houston in the 5th ward....I mean there are car parts, trash, debris and other stuff all over this property and is truely the only eyesore in the entire neighborhood and it happens to be about 4-5 doors down from me on the other side of the street and home of the resident crackhead.
Our story starts about 3 years ago when I acquired a used 88 4x4 Jeep Cherokee from POMOFO's founder Fred Bingham. After driving the truck for about a year, it developed a head gasket/overheating issue and this guy (I didn't know him at the time as a druggie) down the street had a mid 80s CJ7 with a blown rear end and a knocking 6 clylinder that he wanted to trade. We struck a deal for a striaght up swap of titles and that was that...I haven't seen this guy in about 2 years....much less talked to him.
Fast forward to today...my wife Jennifer has just gotten home with our son from an outing and hasn't been home more than 10 minutes....she hears a something in the garage.....it sounds like a purge from a nitrous bottle.....but she knows that the air compressor isn't plugged in. She walks into the garage and this same guy is standing int he garage holding one of my 3 or 4 nitrous bottles in is hand and quickly sets it back down. Jennifer confronts him and he says that he had talked to me about buying some car parts from him and needed to talk to me. This is about 3PM and I'm at the office, Jennifer tells the guy to get the hell out of the garage and get off our property....
We have a 115 pound bloodhound that is having some health issues, he has scratched and biten his leg to the point to where it bleeds, it's gotten so bad that we have had to put one of those huge ass dog cones on him and it's made his life misserable. In a last ditch effort we ordered a $50 muzzle on Friday for him to try and make his life a little bit better and it was delivered to the house today and left on the front porch while Jennifer was out running around. So this guy who is obviously on drugs....he's even asked me for them before out in the open during the entire Jeep ordeal....decides that after Jennifer kicks him out of the garage that he will stop by the front door....open up the pacakge from the pet supply store and take the dog muzzle.
Jennifer walks out of the garage just in time to see this carckhead tuck the dog muzzle under his shirt get on his schwinn bicycle and ride off into the sunset back towards his house. Jennifer promptly called the cops who showed up promptly and went to confront the dude....the cops knock on this guys door for a good 15 minutes and nobody will answer. Finally, the guys deadbeat father answers the door and when the cop confronts the guy and his father he won't acknowledge that he was at my house or took anything.....then his father asks "what was that that you put on the front seat of my truck".....the cop tells them to wait right there and goes and looks and guess what....you guessed it, the dog muzzle is laying on the front seat of his fathers truck. They end up arresting the crackhead and taking him in on theft charges and filing a tresspass warrant on him so that he can't step foot back on my property or he can be immediately arrested again.
After all this is over and the cops come back and return the muzzle to Jennifer we find out this is about the third incident with this guy in the past couple of weeks that the cops have had with this guy. The neighbors two doors down had a run in with him when they where having a crawfish boil a week or two ago and the guy wouldn't leave them alone...they called the cops on him. Also there have been reports of other people in the neighborhood having shit stolen out of their garage, the cop mentioned a guy have a couple of neon signs stollen...and there are only a couple of houses that I know on my street that have them.
I plan on spreading the word with everyone I can that there is a thief on my street that is a crackhead, a dog muzzle stealer, and a complete loser. The 12 gauge is now loaded, and the wife knows how to use it and won't hessitate if this 25-30 year old crack head comes back around. This is the first time this has ever happend to me, I've been the victom of theft a couple of times before but never had anything recovered or the bastards caught.
It just goes to show you what a desperate crack head will resort to try and steal in order to feed his habit....I've got no idea what he thought he'd accomplish with stealing a dog muzzle, but he got what he deserved...a night in the harris county jail! I looked through everything in the garage and I have plenty of other stuff he could have gotten worth a hell of a lot more, but fortunetly for me a crackhead isn't the smartest crayon in the box and decided that a dog muzzle was worth more on the black market.
Drugs are bad...mmmK?
Our story starts about 3 years ago when I acquired a used 88 4x4 Jeep Cherokee from POMOFO's founder Fred Bingham. After driving the truck for about a year, it developed a head gasket/overheating issue and this guy (I didn't know him at the time as a druggie) down the street had a mid 80s CJ7 with a blown rear end and a knocking 6 clylinder that he wanted to trade. We struck a deal for a striaght up swap of titles and that was that...I haven't seen this guy in about 2 years....much less talked to him.
Fast forward to today...my wife Jennifer has just gotten home with our son from an outing and hasn't been home more than 10 minutes....she hears a something in the garage.....it sounds like a purge from a nitrous bottle.....but she knows that the air compressor isn't plugged in. She walks into the garage and this same guy is standing int he garage holding one of my 3 or 4 nitrous bottles in is hand and quickly sets it back down. Jennifer confronts him and he says that he had talked to me about buying some car parts from him and needed to talk to me. This is about 3PM and I'm at the office, Jennifer tells the guy to get the hell out of the garage and get off our property....
We have a 115 pound bloodhound that is having some health issues, he has scratched and biten his leg to the point to where it bleeds, it's gotten so bad that we have had to put one of those huge ass dog cones on him and it's made his life misserable. In a last ditch effort we ordered a $50 muzzle on Friday for him to try and make his life a little bit better and it was delivered to the house today and left on the front porch while Jennifer was out running around. So this guy who is obviously on drugs....he's even asked me for them before out in the open during the entire Jeep ordeal....decides that after Jennifer kicks him out of the garage that he will stop by the front door....open up the pacakge from the pet supply store and take the dog muzzle.
Jennifer walks out of the garage just in time to see this carckhead tuck the dog muzzle under his shirt get on his schwinn bicycle and ride off into the sunset back towards his house. Jennifer promptly called the cops who showed up promptly and went to confront the dude....the cops knock on this guys door for a good 15 minutes and nobody will answer. Finally, the guys deadbeat father answers the door and when the cop confronts the guy and his father he won't acknowledge that he was at my house or took anything.....then his father asks "what was that that you put on the front seat of my truck".....the cop tells them to wait right there and goes and looks and guess what....you guessed it, the dog muzzle is laying on the front seat of his fathers truck. They end up arresting the crackhead and taking him in on theft charges and filing a tresspass warrant on him so that he can't step foot back on my property or he can be immediately arrested again.
After all this is over and the cops come back and return the muzzle to Jennifer we find out this is about the third incident with this guy in the past couple of weeks that the cops have had with this guy. The neighbors two doors down had a run in with him when they where having a crawfish boil a week or two ago and the guy wouldn't leave them alone...they called the cops on him. Also there have been reports of other people in the neighborhood having shit stolen out of their garage, the cop mentioned a guy have a couple of neon signs stollen...and there are only a couple of houses that I know on my street that have them.
I plan on spreading the word with everyone I can that there is a thief on my street that is a crackhead, a dog muzzle stealer, and a complete loser. The 12 gauge is now loaded, and the wife knows how to use it and won't hessitate if this 25-30 year old crack head comes back around. This is the first time this has ever happend to me, I've been the victom of theft a couple of times before but never had anything recovered or the bastards caught.
It just goes to show you what a desperate crack head will resort to try and steal in order to feed his habit....I've got no idea what he thought he'd accomplish with stealing a dog muzzle, but he got what he deserved...a night in the harris county jail! I looked through everything in the garage and I have plenty of other stuff he could have gotten worth a hell of a lot more, but fortunetly for me a crackhead isn't the smartest crayon in the box and decided that a dog muzzle was worth more on the black market.
Drugs are bad...mmmK?