My Superbowl Story
First, let me describe my house. I live in what used to be a duplex. It still has that little “lobby” area between two sides of house. I hear the screen door open to the lobby area and figure its our new roomate or something (who is supposed to be out of town). then i hear the doorknob jiggle and someone trying to get in. Now, i’m home alone as all my roomates went home for the superbowl. i hear someone talking (as if on a cell-phone). I unlock and open the door expecting a drunk super bowl party-goer showing up at the wrong house. I live a block away from campus, so i drunk party-goers show up at our house by mistake all the time. I open the door just enough so that my entire body blocks the opening. I’m a pretty big guy. standing there talking to himself is some dude gone on PCP. he has no shoes on and is mumbling something about a blood room. then he asks if i have a couch that he could sleep on.
i tell him, no go away. i close the door and lock it. I hear the screen door open, but i know he hasn’t left. just pretended to. I go upstairs to my room to put some shoes on and sneak out the back door with a steel pipe. as i’m walking to the front of my house, i don’t see the guy anywhere, thinking he’s still in the lobby area of my house. just as i get to the front, a cop car shows up. he flashes his spotlight at me, but then drives down the street. i go to where the cop stopped and he was talking to the people living 2 houses down from me. they called the cops because the same dude tried to get into their house. apparently he was going up the street trying to get into every house. the cop and i walk towards my house and the dude is standing 1 house away from mine. the cop stops him, searches him and talks with him a while. another cop car comes and they talk for a while. an ambulance finally shows up and takes the dude away.
not that great of a story, no fights or anything. but a dude on pcp trying to get into your house when you are home alone is pretty weird. that’s one for the books, so they say.
Yikes! That’s pretty scary! Good thinking with the pipe though. My husband always jocks me because I’m a nut about always keeping the doors locked, even screen doors. I guess this just goes to show you can never be too safe!
dude,
that was me! why didn’t you let me in?
thats crazy. what side of springfield do you live on?! i’m suprised the cop drove on past you even though you were holding a steel pipe. perhaps he figured the guy was at your house too. hahaa. exciting night.
holy bejesus! i would have poo’ed myself. twice. possibly three times.
what a cool story to tell your grandchildren someday. : )
yes, it sucks. i REALLY hope Congress will remember the whole checks and balances thing and show Bush he’s not the god of America and CAN’T do anything he wants to do. Congress is all the hope we’ve got. it’s good a number of Republicans have been questioning his stupid ideas, but i don’t know if it will be enough….
Something tells me if this guy had persuded entering your home he just may have found his “blood room”he was looking for as you put it. I find it weird that you just happen to be all alone at that point and time. Sounds like your duplex is always buzzing with people around all the time except this one time. What is even more scarier. Is that some kids think it is funny to spike another kid’s drink with acid/pcp to laugh at him/her. That dood might not have even know what the hell was going on
Just happened? I didn’t just happen to be home alone. I was home alone the entire weekend as all 4 of my roommates went home for the weekend. It was what used to be a duplex. It is not any longer, so it’s not like we had neighbors sharing a wall.
I’m sorry if you misunderstood me Shep, I’m often misunderstood due to my IQ.I meant to imply a mere coincidence. That what may have been your only time alone in the house, something weird happens . My SuperBowl Story is quite a dark yet memorable day as well, February 6th 2005 at 614 pm My Father passed away
I’m very sorry to hear that.