July 7, 2011

• a dictator deposed

  A few months ago, a young couple with a small girl moved into the cabin next door.  The woman never said much, but the man seemed amiable.  They are both unemployed, and he  would borrow small sums of money, and always promptly repaid me.

  Then I started noticing the yelling and cursing and screaming.  The man did the yelling and cursing, the women did the crying.  Next day, everything seemed okay, so I kept my peace.

  Everything escalated.  He hit me up for larger sums of money,  became more aggressive in his requests for money, and lied about how he would replay me.  I started noticing him drinking.  The yelling and screaming got worse.

  I fronted him, told him I was sick of hearing him mistreat his family, and that I would call the police the next time it happened.

  Last night the noise woke me up around 1:00 am, so I called 911.  The troopers got there while I was still on the phone with dispatch, stayed briefly, then left.  I went back to bed.

  A few minutes later, a trooper knoecked and told me tht he ahd arrested theman for domesrticviolence, but he had escaped, and that I shoud call 911if I saw him again.  The women were okay, he said.

  How quickly things change.  Yesterday, the man was a dictotor of a very small country which he ruled with fear and pain.  Today, he is a fugitive from justice, a wanted violent felon, and homeless to boot.

   

   

   

   

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