I feel bad now. The next afternoon, the ambulance showed up and took the woman to the hospital. She apparently tried to overdose on some pills over her abusive relationship with her boyfriend (or so the neighborhood gossip goes). Were her ridiculous antics a cry for help, to which I responded by causing her more grief? Anyway, I'm told her parents are going to come and whisk her away, which is just as well since she may get evicted anyway.
I've called 911 twice. Several years ago I was spending the night with one of my girlfriends and her soon-to-be ex-husband drove by and shot the place up. Luckily she had a 2nd floor apartment so the bullets went up into the ceiling. I ended up dumping her about a week later- too much drama. The second time was about five years ago. I got a knock on the door at about 2 AM, but I was still up with a buddy since we had gone out to the bars. I thought it was another of my friends, so I opened the door and it was this 16-year-old kid covered in blood crying and begging for help. Turned out that he had gotten his ass kicked by some other guys he didn't get along with. He also had a big rambo-style knife tucked into his belt that I talked him into throwing away because the cops were coming. EMS took care of him and took him home.
I've called quite a few times, mostly due to my mom fighting with the men she would bring home when I was younger. One time at A&M I woke up around 2-3am because someone was trying to break into my bedroom window. I called (it took them at least 20 minutes to get out) and they said they'd send someone.....this whole time I'm waiting he is still trying to get into the window. Well they finally show up and he tells them he locked his keys inside his apartment and thought he was trying to get into his window, they ended up letting him off. The thing that puzzled me was I was on the very end of the building, so the first window was mine, how could he mistake that for his? The other thing was how could he lock his keys in his apartment? All of the locks were deadbolt. I actually called the office and found this out the day after. I never saw him around there again, so to this day I believe he was trying to break in. Pugs
the first time I called 9-11, I was picking up a pot of dirty rice my mother's friend cooked for some function. I was seventeen. My mother's friend's street led up to a really busy street. so I'm at the stop sign, and an old truck with two old people were trying to make a left turn onto the street I was on. the truck starts to turn, and this car going the opposite direction slams the truck so hard that it rolled over onto the hood of the car I was driving. I ran out the car to a convenience store to a pay phone (kids this is the days when oly doctors and drug dealers had cell phones) to call 9-11. it was pretty disturbing, the couple in the truck looked to be mid sixties, but like I said, it was an old truck. built like a tank. and they were okay. edit: this was 16 years ago and I still vividly remember the sight of the truck rolling over towards me. scary
