A few years ago I, and most of my city block were woken at 5:30 am to the sounds of the 20-25 neighborhood punks trashing 8 cars. They knocked off side mirrors, keyed cars, kicked over almost every trash can on the block, and as I looked out my window I saw them throwing a big metal trashcan into the bed of my pickup only 10 feet away. Then I saw another smash my driver's side mirror off.
My first reaction was to grab my shotgun and run for the door. I stopped before I opened the door and realized I only had eight shots... then I realized it wasn't worth shooting a few of them and probably getting myself arrested or killed. I ran back to my bedroom and grabbed my digital camera and headed for the door. I then quickly called the cops. The mob was dispearsing and I saw the punk who broke my mirror halfway down the street. I ran after 5 of them and I saw them get into "their get away car". I took a picture of the back of the car as three guys in the back seat turned around. I captured 3 faces and the license plate all in one shot.
A couple of minutes later several cop cars arrived, and every neighbor was talking about who the guys were. "Oh, it was Little Nicky, and Franky, Billy, Big John's Kid..." Everyone in the neighborhood seemed to know exactly who these guys were. (it was a very close knit working class neighborhood not far from the projects. I was one of the many students and medical residents who lived there). As the cops were trying to get statements, I saw the car slowly drive by about twenty feet away. I yelled "That's them... There they go officer!" The cops got on the horn and a patrol car pulled them over a few blocks away. Only 2 neighbors and myself were willing to identify the culprits in front of a squad cars headlights. Everyone else was afraid because these brave guys would beat up people who called the cops on them.
In court, I was the only one who showed up. I was only able to ID 3 guys for sure, and there they were. The judge was informed by her clerk that I was not "Mr." but "Dr.". One of the kids said what does that have to do with anything? A cop in the bleacher seats loudly whispered "it means you guys are screwd!" Even the judge smiled!
It when back and forth for about two minutes. I said they did it, they said they were not there. The judge looked at me and asked how I know it was them for sure. I said I chased them when it happened and I took a picture of them in the getaway car. It was over in about two seconds after that.
I didn't sue them for the damages because it would have cost me even more in lost wages and legal fees than it was worth, but I made sure they were found guilty.
Thank God I don't live there any more!
Not one person had the guts to stand up to these little @#$%%^$@!
I would have liked to have shot them, but I was much better off doing what I did. By the way, a few weeks later a drunk neighbor pulled a shotgun on a few of these guys, and then drove off without firing a shot! He had previously been hospitalized by this pseudogang in the past. I watched it happen and the punks just yelled they were going to kill him. They called their buddies and them drove after him. A few minutes later when A couple of neighbors and myself were giving yet another report to the cops, we heard a few shots in the distance.
It turned out that a bunch of guys chased the guy and forced him to pull over. He got off two very drunken shots, barely catching two of the guys. This poor guy was terrorized buy these guys for years. Beaten, and harrassed to the breaking point. He shouldn't have pulled the shotgun in the first place. Mandatory five years because of the gun. The guys who got shot were not hurt bad
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