The 832 Incident

Some of you that have been to my house will understand this story. Some of you that hear this story will probably never come to my house. All I can hope is that if you do come to my house again (or for the first time) that you are safe and sound and leave my home the way you entered it, in one piece and not burnt to a crisp. Let me explain.

This afternoon I went home to let the BruDawg out and give him some food. When I turned onto Rock Road I noticed something was amiss. There were about 8 cop cars, mostly unmarked parked in front of my house and along the street. I slowly pulled onto my street and up to one of the officers. He asked what I needed and I told him that I lived at that house right there, pointing to the 8-3-6.

He told me that it was fine to park on the side of the street and to head into my house. As I got out of the car he asked me if I would answer a few questions. He pointed to my neighbors house and asked "Do you ever smell any strange odors coming from this house right here." I responded "no, I haven't but some of my friends have mentioned strange smells before." He asked what kind of smells and I told him that it was usually a chemical smell or the stench of rotten eggs. I didn't say stench, but I should have. That's why I blog and don't podcast. I'm much more clever after a have done a re-write of my material.

He asked if I knew if the guy worked. I said yes, usually 8-6. But it was after his next question that I officially became a narc and the president of the neighborhood watch at the same time. He asked "do you know where the guy work or what he drives." I said, "he usually drives a Harley and keeps me up all night long coming and going like some drug dealer." They pointed to the Harley in the driveway and said, "That one." "Yep, that's the one."

Note to all my friends...don't tell me shit, if the cops come asking me I will obviously sing like a bird. And don't ask me to be a character witness. I can't keep my answers to just "yes" or "no." I have to elaborate and give juicy details.

I went ahead and took care of Brutus. As I was leaving the cops had their rifles drawn and their guns pointed. They were each at a window and one at the door. They were calling the guys cell phone to see if they could hear it ring inside. One of the cops told me that they suspected the guy was inside his home. I left at that point because I had to get back to work. I will keep you posted.

As most of you know I have long suspected my neighbor as a drug user. I have actually said numerous times that I think he is a methhead. He comes and goes at all hours of the night. He never sleeps. He is as thin as a rail. He is highly paranoid. All of the signs are there. I have always suspected that he was a dealer as well because of his strange hours and the very large amount of traffic to and from the house all day long. Now I am pretty sure that he's not only a user and a dealer, but a cooker as well. And that's just down right wrong.

All I can hope for is that if he blows himself and his house up, he does it when I'm not there. Because chances are high that if he blows up his lab, my house is going with it. Which is fine, as long as Beth, Brutus, and my 52" HD TV are safe.

To Be Continued...