alecto wrote:
That has to be one of the most horrifying things to go through. When I hear stories like yours it infuriates me to no end. POS that do things like that need to be dead, period, end of discussion. I hope you never find yourself in that situation again but if you do and you shoot some asshole like that I will help you drag them in the house, clean up the mess, and corroborate any story you want to give the LEO's.
BTW. So now your back in the Pcola area? Az is not your sister, i'm just confused and will shut up now, don't mean to pry.
Thanks, alecto. I have been through some scary shit in my life, but that was truly in the
Top Three Most Horrifying Experiences of My Life... likely #1. Aside from going to work (and quickly hit the grocery which was gratefully on my way home), I could not leave my house for... I can't remember how many months after that happened... temporary agoraphobia, or some such BS.
And no, they never did catch the MF-er, but they figured that he had likely been one of the subcontrators who'd built the home next door to mine and had watched my comings and goings, knew my schedule, that I had no dog, no husband or boyfriend,... :-E I now keep a pair of size 13 boots that I picked up @St. Vinnie's outside my front and side doors. One's a pair of rubber boots, the other's a pair of steel toed boots, just to mix it up. A trick I learned from my granny years ago, but I fell out of the habit of doing some years ago.
I surely appreciate your sentiments and offer to assist and corroborate my story, but unless you want to fly out to the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range in California, I'll have to find my own way, but no doubt my folks would be more than happy to assist. Fortunately as I mentioned above, the local LEOs advised me same as the local Kansas LEOs did: to shoot the SOB/s even if him/they were outside my home, drag their asses inside then hose off or clean up the drag marks and blood outside, THEN call 911 and no one would dare to question my story. The county I live in has long been known as the most conservative county west of Texas, so this didn't surprise me in the least, but I was happy to hear it nonetheless.
No, I left Pensacola in uhh, the first week of February 2010 if memory serves... Az might remember, as she helped me pack and move (thank you, sister... Couldn't have done it without you!).
You're not prying at all... no worries! You can ask me anything you want! She and I are just so close that we consider ourselves to be family, that's all. Not that I need any extras... I am the youngest of six. But she is a most welcome addition
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