I don't know how many of you live in New England, USA, or if that's even applicable in the following sequence of free flowing hatred, and even though this is not the forum for such, it's the only one I have right now, so bear with me, or ignore this altogether. Thank you in advance for those who stick it out.
*clears throat*
*deep breath*
Back in the summer, a couple months before I officially rejoined DA under this name, something that could quite possibly be explained best by the saying "Some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them" happened. The worst part of this scenario is that it wasn't just me that it happened to. Five other people were affected. But before I get into the grizzly details of this and why it pisses me off so much, why it frustrates me right into a coronary, a little background on myself and my experiences. Again, this may mean nothing, but here it is.
The short and long of the beginning is as such:
I have lived on on the East Coast, and I have lived on the West Side of the US. When I was 21 I got the immensely humbling and exciting opportunity to travel the US with my dad while he was an OTR truck driver. I have literally seen 3/4ths of the states in this country, and photographed a good portion of those. I have ridden most of the major highways in this country. I am well traveled, you might say. For my age, at only 25 this current stance in time, I feel older than my years, and richer because of my experiences. Of course, due to some of those experiences, I have the ability to be very naive at times. That however, is another story not worth inking. So the super short of this is that I have lived in 3 of the 4 corners of the USA; Florida, Arizona, and now New Hampshire. All of which greatly differ from one another. All of which have their charms, their advantages, their perks, and their crimes. Yes, we have arrived, and without much ado I might add, as I can go on forever in reverie, to the pinnacle of this essay. This is about different types of crime. Different psychologies of criminals. The environmental and fundamental separations of the depraved human soul. The fiscal decadence rotting this country because of overpopulation. The reason we will never, NEVER win in the area of poverty, crime, and drugs. And I have never in all my travels or dwellings had this much of the following happen to me in such a short time span as it has here. My fiance and I merely exist within this neighborhood. We don't bother anyone, we don't piss anyone off, we don't even talk to anyone for many surrounding blocks. We are ghosts. And yet, I always find myself at the blunt end of the stinky stick. And none of the following events are connected, mind you. All strickly random, convenient, or opportune.
To backtrack a bit, yes, I choose to separate crime and drugs into their own respective categories, because IMPO, dealing with drugs is only criminal because our government wants those that do to stay poor. That's a topic I won't further here...maybe another time, but my opinion stands as such.
Crime is not free. It is quite taxing, and not just for the criminal, but the victim as well. We all know this. We are taught that from the moment we can walk. "Put that down, honey, we have to pay for that...no, not today. Another time, ok buddy?". Even that idiot kid that shot out my back window with a BBgun earlier this year knows this. I just have to wonder when that sense of wrong in the back of his mind kicked in; was it after the first cars' window, or the second? Or maybe it was after the fifth; the 2007 Hummer who's window cost $1,100 to replace? Possibly, it was after us victims all banded together and got them evicted from the neighborhood? I have to wonder, because I've seen even more windows busted out throughout the neighborhood, even more plastic where a window once was installed. This is a senseless crime with NOTHING TO GAIN! Pure destructiveness!! A stupid 13 year old kid with a bad attitude inherited from and practiced by his non-english speaking mother. She was worse than him throughout this whole thing. Defending him and threatening La Migra, which for those of you that don't know that Mexican phrase, means 'border police', or the tone she was speaking it, 'I'll get you deported!'. Funny how she didn't speak english, yet wanted to deport someone that does? ugh. The contradictions. The ironies. The confusion. The ignorance. Does the language barrier really have validity here? Sure it does! I'm not one of those redneck biggots that think just because someone doesn't speak english that they are lowly, or some other derogatory term that's not necessary to type to convey. But I do believe that there is a strong sense of separation from culture, and even though the USA is void of its own culture, there is a certain ethic and societal value which a lot of us try and adhere and because of that, bands us, that I think without the English language, that sense of community that we all cherish, would cease to, or never have existed, and there would be a far wider channel between us all. You can sometimes tell by watching someone that doesn't speak english, that you two could possibly be great friends, if you could only speak each other's language. This is what I have found to be true from living in Arizona for almost 3 years where white people are the minority. I made some awesome friends while living there! This is why I am not opposed to mandatory English lessons before you are allowed to immigrate and reside here. I would never want to live in another country unless I knew the language. That's like being naked in a Nor'Easter. Unpreparedness can cost you your life. Would you go to Afganistan without knowing their language? Would you even go to Puerto Rico or Cuba without first being heavily versed in their dialect? How about Germany? Or Japan? Sweden? What about Russia or Switzerland? I wouldn't. And to become a citizen in a lot of other countries, there are strict guidelines and conditions for doing so. One of which, is knowing the language. Why is the USA so different?
One month after the BB incident my roommate was nice enough to purchase a new back window for my birthday. $150. One week later, I come home about 8:30ish pm from work and park the truck on the street. At 11:00ish pm, a mere couple hours later, I descend to retrieve something out the truck to find that some kind gentleman has graciously and forcefully put a baseball bat through my newly installed window. Nothing was stolen. Nothing else was touched. I never heard the glass breaking. And I never caught the bastard. Police were called, and they have done nothing. Thank you Manchester Police Department.
I live on the same block from the site where Officer Michael Briggs (RIP) was shot and killed. At the same time of the so-far-mentioned window incidents, kids were starting fires in the alleys. The cops were very busy then. Of course, no one was ever tied to any of the window-bashings, or the fires. Funny, that. At least they caught the idiot that killed Officer Briggs. If any of you aren't versed on New England's newspapers, the killing of Officer Briggs has put the higher-ups in a position to consider the death penalty for the first time in 50 years.
So, flash forward to today's lovely reason for writing this essay.
I wake up to move my truck so that my fiance can go to work, insert my key into the locking mechanism, turn it, and...nothing. Oh, it's unlocked! Stupid m......wait, why is my glovebox open? Where is my backpack with SEVEN years of my music collection!? Where the fvck is my cd player?!?!........
....I've finally been robbed. At first it was just vandalism. Twice. Now it's robbery and all I can think of is 'At least I took my friggin' camera out of my backpack yesterday!'
Am I sad? A little. Am I hurt? Do I feel completely violated? Yes. Yes. Yes. I mean, they didn't even bother to lock my doors when they left! Some bum could have come by and sto....wait, that just happened! UGH!
I decide it might be a good idea to keep the rest of the degenerates honest in the neighborhood, and so I back my truck in so that my holey window isn't on display and within grabbing distance from the alley way. After all, they left the speakers and the amp and took the cheapest thing in the truck. Suckers.
.... Well, as I'm backing in against the side of the apt. building, I, still NOT awake, hit the cable box (thank got it wasn't the power box or the corner of the building!), collectively moving it away from the house a bit, denting my truck and obliterating my taillight. Pat on the back for that one Lucas. Bravo!
...and those are my reasons for venting today. I hope you didn't enjoy this soliloquy, because I haven't enjoyed writing it, much less experiencing it, or paying for it. But sometimes things have to be said, and sometimes it doesn't matter what the forum is. 'Tis the act that matters. Thanks for hanging in there through all of this.
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This has been a rather fun morning, and I'm sorry if anything I've said offends you, but that's what happens in the midst of roiling anger. I applaud myself for keeping the obscenities to a minimum, and while I do apologize for any uncomfort caused, I do not apologize for anything inked into this essay. All views expressed are of my own bidding, though I do welcome any debate, comments, hate mail, whatever. You are entitled to your opinion as well, and I will not be the one to keep that from you. There is enough Suppression of Free Speech in this country by higher powers without anonymous individual citizens backing their hypocritical power trips.
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