So this morning my kid and a neighbor her age come running inside, scared shitless. They were at the bus stop and some 30ish guy rode by them on a bike, turned around and tried to talk to them, asking them where they went to school.
I get a description, grab my gun, and start looking. 4 fucking guys on bikes, but I see one way off in the distance in the bright orange and blue jacket. I grab my daughter's backpack and run home. Get in my truck and head after him. Traffic clears and I jumped the median and drove onto the sidewalk right in front of him. He was shocked to say the least. Moreso when I grabbed him, got in his face.....and that's all I'm putting in writing. He was shaking by the time I was done. He looked normal. His "I understand" sounded like he may have been a little mentally disabled. And mentally disabled people don't have boundaries. But the coming back to them after he passed, too sketchy.
In hindsight, I should have held him and called the cops. But kids about 50 yards down and across the road saw the event with the kids and told the school as soon as they got there. They thought I was getting the backpack to hide a kidnapping or something. The school cop calls me to ask what happened and everything lined up with the kids' version. I left out the same details I didn't type here, but otherwise answered the questions the best I could and the cops put a BOLO out on him.
I couldn't answer much. Tunnel vision and anger. I remember his jacket, his hair and vaguely his ugly fucking mug. They can't catch murderers around here, so I'm guessing they won't locate this guy based on a jacket....unless he got somewhere and told someone what happened, but that's a slippery slope for him. Now I get to stand at the bus stop every day and have some parents to talk to when the kids get home.
I get a description, grab my gun, and start looking. 4 fucking guys on bikes, but I see one way off in the distance in the bright orange and blue jacket. I grab my daughter's backpack and run home. Get in my truck and head after him. Traffic clears and I jumped the median and drove onto the sidewalk right in front of him. He was shocked to say the least. Moreso when I grabbed him, got in his face.....and that's all I'm putting in writing. He was shaking by the time I was done. He looked normal. His "I understand" sounded like he may have been a little mentally disabled. And mentally disabled people don't have boundaries. But the coming back to them after he passed, too sketchy.
In hindsight, I should have held him and called the cops. But kids about 50 yards down and across the road saw the event with the kids and told the school as soon as they got there. They thought I was getting the backpack to hide a kidnapping or something. The school cop calls me to ask what happened and everything lined up with the kids' version. I left out the same details I didn't type here, but otherwise answered the questions the best I could and the cops put a BOLO out on him.
I couldn't answer much. Tunnel vision and anger. I remember his jacket, his hair and vaguely his ugly fucking mug. They can't catch murderers around here, so I'm guessing they won't locate this guy based on a jacket....unless he got somewhere and told someone what happened, but that's a slippery slope for him. Now I get to stand at the bus stop every day and have some parents to talk to when the kids get home.
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