Well, one mystery solved.
Aug. 16th, 2006 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleI found out where those bullets went: into my neighbour's car.
How the hell I missed it for three days is completely beyond me. But walking the dog this evening, I saw a car in my parking lot with its back windshield and back driver's side window shattered. And in the rear column on the passenger side, a hole. At first, I though, oh, come on. That has to be from someone trying to crowbar the door open. There's no way that's...wow. Exit hole. Yeah. That's a bullet.
So my neighbour, who's six months pregnant, by the way, comes out and says, "I saw you looking at my car." "That's YOUR car??" "Yup." And she told me she has no idea who did it, she's not having trouble with anyone, owes no one money, hasn't gotten in any fights. This was just random.
It's been an emotional roller coaster, being me these last few weeks. I need a new start. I don't care if I have to pack up during faire season. I need to be somewhere I'm safe, and that's mine. Where I have space to work, space to have clients for fittings, and which doesn't have any memories.
So the hunt is on.
How the hell I missed it for three days is completely beyond me. But walking the dog this evening, I saw a car in my parking lot with its back windshield and back driver's side window shattered. And in the rear column on the passenger side, a hole. At first, I though, oh, come on. That has to be from someone trying to crowbar the door open. There's no way that's...wow. Exit hole. Yeah. That's a bullet.
So my neighbour, who's six months pregnant, by the way, comes out and says, "I saw you looking at my car." "That's YOUR car??" "Yup." And she told me she has no idea who did it, she's not having trouble with anyone, owes no one money, hasn't gotten in any fights. This was just random.
It's been an emotional roller coaster, being me these last few weeks. I need a new start. I don't care if I have to pack up during faire season. I need to be somewhere I'm safe, and that's mine. Where I have space to work, space to have clients for fittings, and which doesn't have any memories.
So the hunt is on.
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Date: 2006-08-17 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-08-17 01:43 am (UTC)BAIL BAIL BAIL>>>
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Date: 2006-08-17 04:14 am (UTC)Although mine didn't involve a gun I could tell you all about the innercity morons that shattered my windshield at 3 am with a BEER BOTTLE! They didn't like the fact that I had a decent looking car and they were envious.... so the cops told me. See, as I was filling out the police report (one guy actually saw it happen from his apartment window), the morons drove by again to check if anyone noticed. Nice dude and cop took off after them and then watched them for about a half an hour. Cop came back and told me all about the morons and the trouble they are known for causing in the area. Except they can't seem to get a good enough lock on them to thrown any of them in the slammer for long.
Whole things just 'kinda' sucks, doesn't??? GGGRRRR!
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Date: 2006-08-17 01:01 pm (UTC)