At 8am this morning I was woken up by a phone call from my dad asking about a broken mirror on my car. As far as I was aware, I didn't have a broken mirror. I threw on some shoes and ran outside to find that the passenger mirror on my car was shattered over the front lawn and the curb.

I immediately knew that it didn't get hit by a car. For one, the driver would have had to swerve into the oncoming lane and over the curb to get to my car. Second, the housing for the mirror was still attached to the metal joint, if somewhat disheveled; the metal swivel itself was unbent. Then I looked down: a goddamn rock-- bigger than my hand-- was sitting on the curb less than a foot away from my car, surrounding by shattered glass.

There's a group of drunks that like to wander around the neighborhood at 3am. I'm 95% sure that one of those jackasses did it. I know it's not some act of road-rage, I haven't driven the car since Wednesday and I know it happened recently because of how the glass was settled and the location of various pieces of plastic were still where they would have fallen.

I'm more frustrated than anything. Every car problem I've had has had a reason behind it, whether the car got the worst of a mechanical problem or me running it into an 18-wheeler. But there is no earthly reason for why someone would do this. I guess there's just a meanness in this world.

Nice. Isn't it awesome that people drink alcohol?

What, you dont like mirror baseball at 8am?

Not outside of the sandlot.

That sucks
Sorry to hear

Speaking of, I had to call the police on someone for the first time the other night. Some dude was just blaring music in his truck at 3:00 AM, and that was the one night where I didn't feel like depriving myself of sleep. But I wouldn't have done anything had I not noticed that he was also tweaking the fuck out--which sealed his fate for me. Where I live, there are swaths of methheads that only come out at night--but this one was over-the-top obnoxious.

So, I watched as the cops came and told him to fuck off--but not before the tweaker asked where the call was coming from. And for some bloody ass-fucked reason, the officer actually answered him, pointing his flashlight directly at my house--something he literally can't do, but did anyway. The little miscreant slithered off, but now he knows where the guy who called the police on him lives. Thanks, officer!

I still can't believe he did that shit, but it's been two weeks, and nothing has really happened since then. Still, it's hard not to be a little paranoid over having some tweaked-out loser skulking around my neighborhood at night with a bone to pick. Fucking creeps.

Maybe it's time to move out of that dusty attic ay

Quote from: Verbatim on October 21, 2016, 12:55:47 PM

Speaking of, I had to call the police on someone for the first time the other night. Some dude was just blaring music in his truck at 3:00 AM, and that was the one night where I didn't feel like depriving myself of sleep. But I wouldn't have done anything had I not noticed that he was also tweaking the fuck out--which sealed his fate for me. Where I live, there are swaths of methheads that only come out at night--but this one was over-the-top obnoxious.

So, I watched as the cops came and told him to fuck off--but not before the tweaker asked where the call was coming from. And for some bloody ass-fucked reason, the officer actually answered him, pointing his flashlight directly at my house--something he literally can't do, but did anyway. The little miscreant slithered off, but now he knows where the guy who called the police on him lives. Thanks, officer!

I still can't believe he did that shit, but it's been two weeks, and nothing has really happened since then. Still, it's hard not to be a little paranoid over having some tweaked-out loser skulking around my neighborhood at night with a bone to pick. Fucking creeps.

Fuck meth-heads. My city has been a hot-spot of drug trafficking for years, predominately meth, heroin, and coke. Biker "Clubs" come through all the time, but thankfully places tends to be clean of them as long as you stay away from the ghettos (or bars if it's 3am).

tweeked out meth heads are great though. Perfect people to help you test ballistics properties.

You should've immediately called the non emergency number to ask for the info of the police officer who was dispatched to your location to report him.

Sure, nothing happened to you. But how do you know he won't do something stupid like that next time and somebody ends up getting killed or raped?

Had I known I could do something like that, I would've. I didn't know you could just do that. Like I said, I've never had to call the police on someone before. At least I know now, but now I feel bad.

Nah don't worry about it. You might still be able to do it, but I don't know.

Why did you think you couldn't?

I was just never really taught what to do if you see an officer abusing their power, I guess. I know you can report officers, of course, but I didn't know you could specifically ask for information about the officer that they just dispatched. Like, they keep track of that shit? And you can just receive that information on demand?

It makes sense that they would, but I dunno, that seems a little too convenient. I'll stop by the station later and see what I can do, though.

But what if you were wrong?

Since we are talking in falsehoods, what if you were a pleasant person?

So, I watched as the cops came and told him to fuck off--but not before the tweaker asked where the call was coming from. And for some bloody ass-fucked reason, the officer actually answered him, pointing his flashlight directly at my house--something he literally can't do, but did anyway. The little miscreant slithered off, but now he knows where the guy who called the police on him lives. Thanks, officer!

That's shifty as fuck. Fortunately, meth-head, so I doubt their functioning well enough to come back or remember the place. Still, a complete breach of privacy and security there.

We got a police complaint a while ago because our car was parked outside apparently in the wrong place, and all that they could say was that "an irate person" called it in. Not that we were asking for the sake of going to this person's house and beating the shit out of them or anything, but you'd think for something as small as parking somewhere annoying might be worth a note on the windshield or a polite knock on the door first. Happy that police (around where I live, at least) take the anonymity part seriously.