a few of you may have seen my posts over in the fix my speaker board about having been robbed this past monday. for those that didnt, i'll go over the story again real quick.
i work second shift, and when i came home monday night from work ready to relax, i found my garage and back doors had been kicked in, my place had been trashed, and my guns, a very nice remington 870 wingmaster with a surefire light in the pump and a pistol grip, a heckler and koch p2000 9mm, and a custom 1911. altogether i lost well over 2k in guns. plus about a half oz of ultra dank nugget, and i think my digi scales but i didnt mention that to the cops.
the next day, after moving all of my expensive stuff out of the house, i went out and bought a new p2000 9mm since i was already familiar with it. i took the day off from work and did that, then went to the house to board up the door and pack stuff up since the landlord was being a **** about fixing it.
while i was there packing, somebody kicks the door, but it doesnt give. i grabbed the hk and came out the side door and around the side of the house to find him running the other direction up the alley, jumps into the passenger side of a car and bails out. just kicked it the once.
i havent been staying there all week, barracaded that door pretty well, it has 5 boards with double 3.5 inch screws on either side, into studs and shoved a heavy desk up against it.
today, i decide to head over there in the middle of the day after a morning of house shopping and target shooting with my dad and my new hk. so i was good and warmed up already. as i pull up the side street i see somebody walking out from behind my house, in between the detached garage and my back door.
i stop the truck and ask him who he's looking for, he says "jason," i asked if jason lived there, he says yes, i asked when the last time he talked to "jason" was, he said 2 months ago. i've lived there for a year.
i stepped out of the truck, drew my hk, aimed at his head and told him "get the **** on the ground, face down, *******." he does so, then asks me "why i gotta be an *******?" talking about himself, not me. i informed him that he was under citizens arrest and that if he got up and tried to run, i'd blow his knees out.
i forget what else went on in the conversation, my adrenaline was REALLY going... i do remember he asked if i had a permit and i told him yes, that i'm a responsible person and work hard for the **** the i want... it wasnt all that long before the cops got there, i dialed them right away, told them the situation.
they showed up a couple minutes later, and booked his dumb ***