One Shitty Night
Saturday June 30th we was sitting at my friend Dan's house. There was 15 of us waiting for my friend Jeff and his fifteen passenger church bus (Yeah we ride around in a church bus). So we all piled in the van and were off to find action. Half of us went to Frank & Steins and the other half went to the Royal.
So as usual not shit happened, we was all bored out of our minds so we ended up back at Dan's house. We was sitting in the house and it was right around 2:30 in the morning, I was tired and ready to go home. Carrie was there and she wanted a ride. I told her that I would take her, then she said let me finish my beer before we go.
Carrie finally finished her beer and I said my "see you laters" and we were out the door. I pulled my keys out of pocket to disarm my car alarm and realized I for got set it before we left. I didn't think anything of it, after all I've forgotten to set it a million times. I opened my car door to find my dash torn apart and my $500 dollar cd player and my $500 dollar equalizer gone. I screamed "FUCK, I'm tired of this fucking shit!!" Of course I was already pissed off, then I look in my back seat and my cd case with 72 of my cds in it was gone. They took my fucking cds, this just adds insult to injury. I had 72 cds, mostly punk and hard-core, I guarantee the low-life that stole them will never listen to them and never get anything out of them.
Dan went in a called the police for me. Remember it was between 2:30 and 3:00 am when we called. The dispatcher said that the officer was currently on a call but would be there in a few minutes. I sat there waiting until 5:30, when the officer did show up he was a shitbag cop with a shitty mustache. This fucking cop was no help at all! After he took the report, Dan the owner of the house told him that this makes the 5th time someone's car broken into there and how aggravating it's starting to get. Plus his house was broken into once. Then he asked the shitty cop if there was any way that he could patrol his neighborhood more.
That's when the cop tells us that the Portsmouth City Police only has 3 cruisers patrolling the city on the weekends. BULLSHIT!! I declared. What does this guy think, that I'm a fucking moron? Just open your eyes and you'll see at least two cops sitting outside Doc's Legends, two cops sitting outside the Brew Pub, two cops blocking Chillicothe street, and one cop sitting in the fucking Kroger lot making sure the kids the other 2 cops just ran off Chillicothe street, doesn't cause any trouble.
Then the cop says that they have to answer twice the calls on a Friday night as Chillicothe and only have a 1/4 of the man power. What a fucking joke the Portsmouth police department is starting to sound like, Let me ask you this. How safe does all this make you feel? All I know is that cops are too busy bothering people riding skate boards, playing hacky sack, or just driving around the same four blocks over and over again than they are patrolling the neighborhoods, busting drug dealers, and busting prostitutes.
Oh well, nothing will ever change. There will always be more crime than there are crime stoppers, no matter where you live. All I can say is that I lost $1500 worth of stuff, waited 2 1/2 hours on a cop that was no help, and ended up driving home really tired with nothing to listen to. What else could I say except I had one shitty night.
- PECK