My neighbors brother (around 54 years old), came to stay with them. He came in the spring and has been there ever since. My wife smokes cigarettes, so when she goes out side they both seemed to have started a smoking club. A few times a day, I always find her out there having a cigarette with him. Finally I told her, "You don't now that guy. He's bumming cigarettes off of you, he says he's a contractor and can work on houses, and before you know it, he'll be over here all the time." She's like, "Yeal I know, but he's really a nice guy, and he is our neighbors brother...!" I'm like, "Well, I know I need to make myself a little clearer since we have a slight communication problem. So let's see if I can say this where your can understand what I'm saying... Stay the fuck away from him until I can get some sort of vibe on him. You now, contractors normally don't live on their brothers couch and bum cigarettes."
Wednesday my wife looks out the window and says, "Hey, the police are parked in front of our house..." Fifteen minutes goes by and the officer is still sitting in his SUV. Thirty minutes, still sitting. One hour, still sitting. Finally after one and a half hours he leaves. Mmmm, that's sort of odd...?
Well, it appears that my wife's new smoking buddy last night, grabbed my neighbors dog under one arm, grabbed a shotgun in the other and took off running down the alley. I guess my neighbor called the police. The police chased him, and found the gun in some bushes, and he dropped the dog at one point and the dog came home. The police took him to a sike ward. Last I heard he escaped the hospital, and also has other warrants out on him.
I told my wife, "If you see him out there tonight while your smoking cigarettes, scream real loud, so I can lock the door...! She's like, "You'd lock me out there..?" Well, he is your friend, not mine....
