And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and a furious anger - or not
It looks like the Napa PD has caught the punks who robbed our house. I'm glad to see them busted, but all my delicious thirst for vengeance was squelched when I read that one of the perps is only 15, and the apparent master-mind (Mr. Big, The Brain, The Big Boss of this outfit) is just 18. I guess now I am glad I didn't catch them inside the house with their arms full of our consumer electronics, or I might be living with the knowledge that I knee-capped a child to protect an iPod.
Strangely enough, I just had a dream last night (and yes, I know people mostly don't want to hear what follows that opening) where I had an encounter with an 18 year old kid who was high on something and wanted to pick a fight with me. It was a kid that I knew, and he knocked my cuff links and high blood pressure pills out of my hand. (There's some symbolism for you.) He was really spoiling for a fight. But instead of head-butting him, I picked him up in my arms and carried him down the street. (Our old block on Franklin, actually, and there's some more meaning in that I suppose.)
So the dream had a semi-happy, semi-poignant ending. And I guess the burglary story is the same. I'm happy they got caught and hope there are some consequences that scare these kids straight. More likely these are a couple of kids who will be in trouble again, and that's sad.
Moral of the story: Some people need to pay attention to what their 15 year-olds are doing at night. Other people need to make sure their windows are locked. And everyone needs to hang onto their cufflinks and blood pressure pills.
Strangely enough, I just had a dream last night (and yes, I know people mostly don't want to hear what follows that opening) where I had an encounter with an 18 year old kid who was high on something and wanted to pick a fight with me. It was a kid that I knew, and he knocked my cuff links and high blood pressure pills out of my hand. (There's some symbolism for you.) He was really spoiling for a fight. But instead of head-butting him, I picked him up in my arms and carried him down the street. (Our old block on Franklin, actually, and there's some more meaning in that I suppose.)
So the dream had a semi-happy, semi-poignant ending. And I guess the burglary story is the same. I'm happy they got caught and hope there are some consequences that scare these kids straight. More likely these are a couple of kids who will be in trouble again, and that's sad.
Moral of the story: Some people need to pay attention to what their 15 year-olds are doing at night. Other people need to make sure their windows are locked. And everyone needs to hang onto their cufflinks and blood pressure pills.
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