How the Perpetrator of a 9-Hour Standoff Pays Back the Community
Gee, I hope that the police canine that bit him doesn’t get rabies.
Anyway, I promised to bake cookies for the cops on Friday, and I am following through. (The first cop I spoke to at our precinct said to me, “Russell! Oh, that guy! What a pain in the butt!”)
If you live in Hennepin County, you can check recent arrests/releases on the Sheriff’s Jail Roster.
My nutball neighbor is out. (See "Violence in My Life" below.) He just waltzed out of jail at noon today. One of the clerks at our neighborhood grocery, Sentyrz, saw him. She told me that she didn't need to see that guy again. Hoo, yeah, well at least he doesn't hate her guts--she didn't get him kicked out of his rental housing.
One thing for sure--I know what's going to happen if this guy sees me again, now that's he's emboldened by pulling a stunt like that (they had the bomb squad out here! They had a sniper at the ready! They shot one of the pit bulls! The SWAT team staged a take-down from Shaw's Bar on the corner!) and skipping out like he just got sent home from school. I'm sure now he thinks he's invincible.
You know what? Considering how seriously nobody takes him, he's right. He is invincible. This whole incident on Friday night started because he called two little 10-year-old girls "sluts," and their parents called the police. Then he pulled his girlfriend into that house and told the police he had a gun. Who the hell calls a 10-year-old girl a "slut?"
I mean, shit. Shit, shit, shit. One of destiny's merry pranks. That's what I get for not wishing him dead. Whatever. I'm back to watching my own back again. What can I say? I'm a block leader, and I tried.