Do you ever feel unsafe? In your every day life I mean.
YES. My neighbor's 2 doors down, robbed my house 2-3x. Once the 35+ year old son of the property owner did. He got a 10 year sentence with 3.5 years suspended. So a 6.5 year sentence which began in 2010-2011 if I remember right. BUT while he was in, around 2012 his then 15 year old son did the exact same thing except his " like father like son" drug problem led him to also steal prescriptions of mine and also my dog's meds. Due to minor status, he got a slap on the wrist for a felony crime and got to continue to reside at grandma's 2 doors down.
Flash forward a year or so to like 2014-2015, the dad gets early release from prison, and lucky me, takes up residence at mom's house 2 doors away. Both perps owed restitution and $25-$50 payments would trickle in by the state government issued checks until one day when I went home to load up some of my equipment to work on some gutters and roof issues at my fiancee's house. ALL of my long aluminum step ladders, and aluminum metal bending brake, and aluminum walk board were missing, but the thief courteously left me my Fiberglass extension ladder. Of course lead me to ask, hmmm, what did the restitution get paid back with, scrap $$$$ he got for my tools? I literally asked the dad's parole officer this.
Needless to say, my once comfortable and peaceful home became one I feared going home to for not only what else would be stolen, but worse, what possible violent retribution might come from the convict, thief and or connected persons to these lifetime criminals. Since 2010, I can never return to my house without anxiety even miles away before arriving; I also can ever be there without being on the ready to react in case a crime against me may occur.
Sadly I am not the only victim or potential one from these same people. A couple years ago, I got a phone call from the neighbor on the other side of us. He happened to look out in his front yard where his wife's car was parked to see a guy that he thought might have been one of the ( perp neighbor's) eyeing up or even having opened his wife's car door until he went out and confronted the guy.
The guy left and walked down past my place and possibly to the crime house, and yet when the Sheriff was called, the car neighbor basically felt as if the Sheriff's did not treat the incident seriously enough considering the history of the other neighbor I warned him about.
Flash forward to maybe February 2021. My long time neighbor next to the car neighbor stopped by when I was out in my yard. To quote him.
" I just wanted to come say hi and to tell you, you won't have to worry about your buddy anymore, in case you hadn't heard." My mind went first to the guy who bitched to the government about my cars, and next to the criminals. I replied, Kenny? and Neighbor said yup, OD'd a day or so prior.
I guess his Parole officer and monitoring his freedom in the real world did a bang up job of preventing criminal behavior this time huh.
Nothing to fear,........ just Heroin addict burglars.
Oh and in case one says, hey why not just move? Imagine this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I sort of did. 45 minutes away to my fiancee's house. YET Same scenario minus the robberies of us,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, YET. 55-60 year old brothers, living with a female signif other in the downstairs and upstairs units of their 75-80 some year old mother's house. Since I have been here, they have wrecked, re-wrecked, totaled, and totally gone through no fewer than 10 cars and trucks ( some theirs, some their poor mother's) and we even found a plastic bag next to our door step that I thought was just trash and turned out to be a bag of needles, a beer can bottom cut into a dish with what I can only assume was drug residue in it.
Pretty sure they go to Methadone clinics, and just about 2 weeks ago the yelling from 100+ feet across the road prompted me to look out our 2nd floor window to see the one son and 2 women going at each other with sticks or a cane, and throwing 8 inch rocks at one another from their garden. Soon after, the one woman I witnessed getting hit by a rock, picked one up and launched it at one of their cars while continuing on to swing a stick to hit both of their cars. I went out to our side door as I saw her head up our driveway. She was dripping blood down her face and neck from the head wound caused by the rock. She kept on going past me muttering something like she needed to find her purse or something. Thankfully 4-5 cop cars arrived soon after. Needless to say, she has an alcohol and drug problem, as do the others.
Yup, nothing to fear here........... Oh yeah, a return trip by the police a few days later to address a repeat of the nuts going at one another did not add any reassurance. All I heard was the cop saying. " if you do not obey the restraining order and have no interaction with the downstairs bunch, you will be arrested...."