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Anyway, today was very interesting. It starts with last night, actually... buddy was having problems. He "sounded like distress" and it was one of those things like, "Oh, man. Say no more," and I was gone. I went and got him and, urr, I had drank 3 beers already. Takes about an hour to get to his place and 2 hours later when we got back to town, I still had beer in me. He gets some money and although it's Sunday in Arkansas, we go to a restaurant still serving beer and the debauchery began. We drank (I was so shitfaced I dunno what we were drinking .. I just remember there were several of them and he kept saying "it's really hoppy" and I'd laugh with my drunk ass..) uhrm, we drank some Tuaca at one point, I do remember clearly. Then we went to a place down the road and drank 2 damn huge-ought glasses of Indian Pale and got a "Growler" - a half-gallon of beer-to-go - and went to a party we were summoned to. Wooooh... damn that was a hell of a party cuz it seems more like a dream I was so hammered.
So eventually dude and I ended up at home (my place). Next day, we get up and fuck around a bit cuz we're hungover.. then, lessee.. I took him to a grocery store where he was to procure sustainance and proceed to a pay-lodging (Hotel). When I got back to my place, I realized "he had left his lighter" and before I went to work, I put "his lighter" in a place next to my cell phone where I would be very sure to notice when I got home. When I got home 2-1/2 hours later... IT WASN'T THERE and my NEIGHBOR (read previous entry for a little background) was there as I was freaking out about it -- laughing and telling me I got wasted and "HID IT FROM MYSELF??!?" He says that every time something ends up missing in my apartment. Shit like garbage bags and salt & pepper shakers... but this time it was "a lighter" and goddamnit he was trying to convince me that I "hid" it, I "misplaced" it, it "fell." I started getting pissed cuz I KNEW something fishy was going on (finally) and he kept trying to distract me from looking. Then he said, "Well why are you getting mad at me?" and his wife was behind him like, "Well /we/ weren't in there!" etc, and I'm thinking, "Who said YOU did anything?"
What happened next... ? <thinking> Oh, so the people that owns these apartments lets these people upstairs (the darling neighbors) clean out an apartment for a few bucks off their rent when someone moves out. Also, the maintenance guy was here, so I started my investigation by asking him had he been inside my apartment. "No" was the reply. I then asked him did he think that if they clean the apartments, might they have a key? "No" again. Next, I called the office of those folks and asked them if the neighbors had a key. "No, that's dumb" was more or less the reply. Which, yes it's goddamn dumb to give tweakers a key to someone else's apartment -- but I had to check. So I sat and began to think that if they didn't have a key (which was a resonable suspicion, no?) then they must have gotten in a window. 2 windows were unlocked. The one in the front of the house covered with a screen.. and another at fucking ground-level in the bedroom, without a screen, quite accessible enough for a person to crawl through without straining too much, ya know? The first thing I notice in the bedroom is smudges of dirt in the carpet. I wouldn't call it a footprint. In fact, in retrospect, it was probably a toeprint. I didn't take much notice to this at first because I might have tracked dirt into the house but when I noticed it went visibly about 5 or 6 steps into my bedroom... leading FROM the window and even smudges of dirt on my blanket and fucking clean towels!? Next step: check the window. What did I see? Looked like handprint, my friend. Appeared to be where someone pressed the window with their fingertips trying to get a good grip and then dirt smeared where their fingers appeared to slip on the glass.... and yes, they were on the outside of the window. I started spazzin. Not visibly so much because I was going to confront my neighbor about it right away.....
Outside, he's Mr "Hey guy, check this out" and I simply said, "I need to talk to you." and HE responded with, "I DIDN'T BREAK INTO YOUR HOUSE!!" Woah. Clairvoyant? and defensive? Over something that he obviously didn't do because I hadn't even mentioned it yet, ya know? He starts wailing on me! At least, he tried cuz he never actually hit me (but he told everyone he kicked my ass..) as much I was trying to hold him back and stay uninjured as he was yelling, "Fight me!" and all this dumb shit. Of course, I wasn't going to hit him. I stared him down like a dog when I told him, too. Told him I wasn't hitting his dumbass and tried to show him the fingerprints on the window and he claimed that (get this) the fingerp's were from where "he washed the window before I moved in" (well he did a shitty job) and the footp's were from when "he installed the carpet" (cuz it's new carpet). Bzzz! I told him he's full of shit cuz the dirt on my carpet was still moist AND was also on my blankets and clean towels (yeh, on the floor) AND pointed out the moist dirt outside my window. This made me check the ground out there for footprints - of which there were none cuz this clever crackfiend had used a rake to cover his footprints by diggin it into the dirt out there.
He kept trying to get me to hit him and crap and I said I wasn't hitting him cuz I was callin the cops and wasn't gettin a battery charge with his burglary. At that, he more or less shut up and went upstairs but was mumbling "call the cops! Have 'em dust that window! blah!" Note, I had not yet called the cops but within 5 minutes of me saying I would, they left going somewhere on foot. So I waited til they came back and called but by the time the cops showed, they had left with the girl's gramma. Maybe this was unnecessary but as they were leaving, I waved and said, "Bye! You'll be gone when the cops get here!" Stupid dude jumps out of the moving vehicle and gets in my face again yelling "hit me! hit me!" and stupid shit. I just stared him down again and told him the cops /were/ on their way and if he intended to be gone (which OF COURSE was their intent), then I'd get gone. Then his wife... oh his wife tried to do that crap that girls do that's like 'I think I'm cute and if I make the right face and voice then you might think I'm cute too and cave on this situation.' She said, /pout "What did we *supposedly* steal from you?" and I said - and I knew it sounded rediculous as they intended - garbage bags, salt and pepper shakers, a lighter.....
They laughed out loud and said, "WHY would we take THAT stuff?" and I said, "... exactly."
Then he starts yelling something about how he must have taken my [drugs - he named a few] or I lost them accusing him of taking them because I'm a drug fiend and all this hahahaha. This was one of his mind games, I gathered, because I believe he was trying to make the entire neighborhood think that *I* was the badguy here. But a statement that was more or less admitting that he may or may not have taken some drugs from me didn't say much about him, now did it? Once again I remained calm and just told him that he was being entirely too defensive about something that he supposedly didn't do but I had proof and went into my apartment.
<sigh> So when the cops show up, they are long gone wherever they went. I showed him my evidence, outlined my "investigation" to him and told him the whole story and he saw my evidence, understood my line of thinking about the situation and ... told me there was really nothing he could do because even after I made him dust the window.. the prints weren't "prints" but smudges of dirt (although he admitted he saw the handprints) and the footprints weren't "prints" so much as they were more smudges of dirt where the guy probably tiptoed through the house.
Cop: So you can file a burglary report, but...
Me: ... but there's not enough hard evidence here to prove that it was HIM that was in my house.
Cop: .. right, and unfortunately, probably nothing would come of a report. Now, I could try talking to him...
Me: .. but that's pointless because he's beligerant (sp?) and will tell you a completely different bunch of bullshit.
Cop: Right, probably so.
So I apologized for wasting the officers time, but he was sure to tell me that if I ever had another problem with them to call the cops immediately. Said if they knocked on my door, report harrassment. If they were making more noise than I thought was necessary, report a noise complaint. <shrug>
Really, the whole thing I was trying to accomplish here was acquire peace of mind that it was or wasn't my neighbor that did it so that I could FUCKING ADMIT I WAS WRONG AND APOLOGIZE, because I am a big enough man, or have his ass tossed into the slammer. They left with gramma and haven't been back but, by gawd, my window is locked and when they inevitably come over talking shit about how I was "supposed to call the cops" and "where's your proof" all that. I ain't tellin them shit. I'm calling the cops.
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Anyway, today was very interesting. It starts with last night, actually... buddy was having problems. He "sounded like distress" and it was one of those things like, "Oh, man. Say no more," and I was gone. I went and got him and, urr, I had drank 3 beers already. Takes about an hour to get to his place and 2 hours later when we got back to town, I still had beer in me. He gets some money and although it's Sunday in Arkansas, we go to a restaurant still serving beer and the debauchery began. We drank (I was so shitfaced I dunno what we were drinking .. I just remember there were several of them and he kept saying "it's really hoppy" and I'd laugh with my drunk ass..) uhrm, we drank some Tuaca at one point, I do remember clearly. Then we went to a place down the road and drank 2 damn huge-ought glasses of Indian Pale and got a "Growler" - a half-gallon of beer-to-go - and went to a party we were summoned to. Wooooh... damn that was a hell of a party cuz it seems more like a dream I was so hammered.
So eventually dude and I ended up at home (my place). Next day, we get up and fuck around a bit cuz we're hungover.. then, lessee.. I took him to a grocery store where he was to procure sustainance and proceed to a pay-lodging (Hotel). When I got back to my place, I realized "he had left his lighter" and before I went to work, I put "his lighter" in a place next to my cell phone where I would be very sure to notice when I got home. When I got home 2-1/2 hours later... IT WASN'T THERE and my NEIGHBOR (read previous entry for a little background) was there as I was freaking out about it -- laughing and telling me I got wasted and "HID IT FROM MYSELF??!?" He says that every time something ends up missing in my apartment. Shit like garbage bags and salt & pepper shakers... but this time it was "a lighter" and goddamnit he was trying to convince me that I "hid" it, I "misplaced" it, it "fell." I started getting pissed cuz I KNEW something fishy was going on (finally) and he kept trying to distract me from looking. Then he said, "Well why are you getting mad at me?" and his wife was behind him like, "Well /we/ weren't in there!" etc, and I'm thinking, "Who said YOU did anything?"
What happened next... ? <thinking> Oh, so the people that owns these apartments lets these people upstairs (the darling neighbors) clean out an apartment for a few bucks off their rent when someone moves out. Also, the maintenance guy was here, so I started my investigation by asking him had he been inside my apartment. "No" was the reply. I then asked him did he think that if they clean the apartments, might they have a key? "No" again. Next, I called the office of those folks and asked them if the neighbors had a key. "No, that's dumb" was more or less the reply. Which, yes it's goddamn dumb to give tweakers a key to someone else's apartment -- but I had to check. So I sat and began to think that if they didn't have a key (which was a resonable suspicion, no?) then they must have gotten in a window. 2 windows were unlocked. The one in the front of the house covered with a screen.. and another at fucking ground-level in the bedroom, without a screen, quite accessible enough for a person to crawl through without straining too much, ya know? The first thing I notice in the bedroom is smudges of dirt in the carpet. I wouldn't call it a footprint. In fact, in retrospect, it was probably a toeprint. I didn't take much notice to this at first because I might have tracked dirt into the house but when I noticed it went visibly about 5 or 6 steps into my bedroom... leading FROM the window and even smudges of dirt on my blanket and fucking clean towels!? Next step: check the window. What did I see? Looked like handprint, my friend. Appeared to be where someone pressed the window with their fingertips trying to get a good grip and then dirt smeared where their fingers appeared to slip on the glass.... and yes, they were on the outside of the window. I started spazzin. Not visibly so much because I was going to confront my neighbor about it right away.....
Outside, he's Mr "Hey guy, check this out" and I simply said, "I need to talk to you." and HE responded with, "I DIDN'T BREAK INTO YOUR HOUSE!!" Woah. Clairvoyant? and defensive? Over something that he obviously didn't do because I hadn't even mentioned it yet, ya know? He starts wailing on me! At least, he tried cuz he never actually hit me (but he told everyone he kicked my ass..) as much I was trying to hold him back and stay uninjured as he was yelling, "Fight me!" and all this dumb shit. Of course, I wasn't going to hit him. I stared him down like a dog when I told him, too. Told him I wasn't hitting his dumbass and tried to show him the fingerprints on the window and he claimed that (get this) the fingerp's were from where "he washed the window before I moved in" (well he did a shitty job) and the footp's were from when "he installed the carpet" (cuz it's new carpet). Bzzz! I told him he's full of shit cuz the dirt on my carpet was still moist AND was also on my blankets and clean towels (yeh, on the floor) AND pointed out the moist dirt outside my window. This made me check the ground out there for footprints - of which there were none cuz this clever crackfiend had used a rake to cover his footprints by diggin it into the dirt out there.
He kept trying to get me to hit him and crap and I said I wasn't hitting him cuz I was callin the cops and wasn't gettin a battery charge with his burglary. At that, he more or less shut up and went upstairs but was mumbling "call the cops! Have 'em dust that window! blah!" Note, I had not yet called the cops but within 5 minutes of me saying I would, they left going somewhere on foot. So I waited til they came back and called but by the time the cops showed, they had left with the girl's gramma. Maybe this was unnecessary but as they were leaving, I waved and said, "Bye! You'll be gone when the cops get here!" Stupid dude jumps out of the moving vehicle and gets in my face again yelling "hit me! hit me!" and stupid shit. I just stared him down again and told him the cops /were/ on their way and if he intended to be gone (which OF COURSE was their intent), then I'd get gone. Then his wife... oh his wife tried to do that crap that girls do that's like 'I think I'm cute and if I make the right face and voice then you might think I'm cute too and cave on this situation.' She said, /pout "What did we *supposedly* steal from you?" and I said - and I knew it sounded rediculous as they intended - garbage bags, salt and pepper shakers, a lighter.....
They laughed out loud and said, "WHY would we take THAT stuff?" and I said, "... exactly."
Then he starts yelling something about how he must have taken my [drugs - he named a few] or I lost them accusing him of taking them because I'm a drug fiend and all this hahahaha. This was one of his mind games, I gathered, because I believe he was trying to make the entire neighborhood think that *I* was the badguy here. But a statement that was more or less admitting that he may or may not have taken some drugs from me didn't say much about him, now did it? Once again I remained calm and just told him that he was being entirely too defensive about something that he supposedly didn't do but I had proof and went into my apartment.
<sigh> So when the cops show up, they are long gone wherever they went. I showed him my evidence, outlined my "investigation" to him and told him the whole story and he saw my evidence, understood my line of thinking about the situation and ... told me there was really nothing he could do because even after I made him dust the window.. the prints weren't "prints" but smudges of dirt (although he admitted he saw the handprints) and the footprints weren't "prints" so much as they were more smudges of dirt where the guy probably tiptoed through the house.
Cop: So you can file a burglary report, but...
Me: ... but there's not enough hard evidence here to prove that it was HIM that was in my house.
Cop: .. right, and unfortunately, probably nothing would come of a report. Now, I could try talking to him...
Me: .. but that's pointless because he's beligerant (sp?) and will tell you a completely different bunch of bullshit.
Cop: Right, probably so.
So I apologized for wasting the officers time, but he was sure to tell me that if I ever had another problem with them to call the cops immediately. Said if they knocked on my door, report harrassment. If they were making more noise than I thought was necessary, report a noise complaint. <shrug>
Really, the whole thing I was trying to accomplish here was acquire peace of mind that it was or wasn't my neighbor that did it so that I could FUCKING ADMIT I WAS WRONG AND APOLOGIZE, because I am a big enough man, or have his ass tossed into the slammer. They left with gramma and haven't been back but, by gawd, my window is locked and when they inevitably come over talking shit about how I was "supposed to call the cops" and "where's your proof" all that. I ain't tellin them shit. I'm calling the cops.
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