Jenny_Jackson
Psycho Bitch
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- Jul 8, 2006
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I have these neighbors down the road who moved into a rental house some months ago. This is a black family on Section 8, if you know what that means. Now I have no problem with blacks, but within a few days of them moving in, we suddenly have lots of midnight traffic on our quiet little street. All the neighbors have been complaining about it.
So the other night I stayed up late and watched. Starting about 12:30 in the morning, cars would come down the street about every 20 minutes and pull into the driveway of the rental house. Two or three minutes later the same car would come tearing out of the driveway and make a mad dash up the hill to the main street. Can you say "Get Away?"
It's obvious these assholes are selling drugs. The only other option that comes to mind is they have very weird friends who don't stay long when they visit. Very doubtful.
So I called the (useless and ineffective) city cops. Nothing happened. Then about four days ago a county sheriff came to my door with a picture of the the head guy in the rental. "Do you know him?"
"Yes, of course and why do you ask?"
"We have a warrent for him. Do you know where he lives?"
"Yes. The last house on block on the other side of the street. You after him for drugs?"
"No. He beat up his girlfriend and didn't show up for court. He gave us this address."
"Do I look like a black guy with corn rows?"
"Well, no. We just figure he gave us a fake address."
"You didn't check it out before you let him go?"
"Umm... Thanks." The dumb ass sheriff walked away.
Okay.. So that's the back story. This is what happened yesterday.
I checked the oil in my pickup two nights ago. It was starting to get low, almost down to the add line. So, I thought I would pick up a quart of oil at the gas station the next morning. Stupidly, I didn't lock my pickup that night as I always do.
Yesterday morning, I drove to the gas station (two blocks) and bought a quart of oil, drove home, opened the hood and reached for the oil filler cap. THE FUCKER IS GONE! I said, "What the hell?" So I'm looking around and found it on the driveway under the truck. This really makes no sense. But I started to put the oil in the crankcase an, son of a bitch! there is dirt (I mean garden soil and bark dust) spilled on the valve cover next to the oil filler.
So I called Stevie Ray Mechanic who lives next door. He came over and sure as shit. "Someone" put dirt in my crankcase during the night.
So $70 later, after draining the crank case, a solvent flush, replaced oil filter (that fucker was two months old and fucking full) and new, clean oil, I can drive again.
I'm so pissed and have a pretty good idea who did it.
So the other night I stayed up late and watched. Starting about 12:30 in the morning, cars would come down the street about every 20 minutes and pull into the driveway of the rental house. Two or three minutes later the same car would come tearing out of the driveway and make a mad dash up the hill to the main street. Can you say "Get Away?"
It's obvious these assholes are selling drugs. The only other option that comes to mind is they have very weird friends who don't stay long when they visit. Very doubtful.
So I called the (useless and ineffective) city cops. Nothing happened. Then about four days ago a county sheriff came to my door with a picture of the the head guy in the rental. "Do you know him?"
"Yes, of course and why do you ask?"
"We have a warrent for him. Do you know where he lives?"
"Yes. The last house on block on the other side of the street. You after him for drugs?"
"No. He beat up his girlfriend and didn't show up for court. He gave us this address."
"Do I look like a black guy with corn rows?"
"Well, no. We just figure he gave us a fake address."
"You didn't check it out before you let him go?"
"Umm... Thanks." The dumb ass sheriff walked away.
Okay.. So that's the back story. This is what happened yesterday.
I checked the oil in my pickup two nights ago. It was starting to get low, almost down to the add line. So, I thought I would pick up a quart of oil at the gas station the next morning. Stupidly, I didn't lock my pickup that night as I always do.
Yesterday morning, I drove to the gas station (two blocks) and bought a quart of oil, drove home, opened the hood and reached for the oil filler cap. THE FUCKER IS GONE! I said, "What the hell?" So I'm looking around and found it on the driveway under the truck. This really makes no sense. But I started to put the oil in the crankcase an, son of a bitch! there is dirt (I mean garden soil and bark dust) spilled on the valve cover next to the oil filler.
So I called Stevie Ray Mechanic who lives next door. He came over and sure as shit. "Someone" put dirt in my crankcase during the night.
So $70 later, after draining the crank case, a solvent flush, replaced oil filter (that fucker was two months old and fucking full) and new, clean oil, I can drive again.
I'm so pissed and have a pretty good idea who did it.