My Yard....
Many things have happened in my yard since I moved into this house.
I've had a white purse fall out of the big oak tree three months after a girl came to my door looking for a white purse that someone stole from her. I looked inside said purse after it fell to see if there was any identification information in it....nope, just a pair of panties.
I've had a S.W.A.T team take down in my yard, with big black suburbans and all.
I've had crack heads mumble and stagger into my back yard at night.
And, for what I'm hoping is the grade finale, I just had a young (crack addicted) girl pour gasoline over her head in an act of defiance towards my yard guy who just broke up with her...and well, you can guess what happens next......um, yeah. Her dad just hauled her off to what I hope is the nearest hospital for burn treatment and a psych eval.
I've had a white purse fall out of the big oak tree three months after a girl came to my door looking for a white purse that someone stole from her. I looked inside said purse after it fell to see if there was any identification information in it....nope, just a pair of panties.
I've had a S.W.A.T team take down in my yard, with big black suburbans and all.
I've had crack heads mumble and stagger into my back yard at night.
And, for what I'm hoping is the grade finale, I just had a young (crack addicted) girl pour gasoline over her head in an act of defiance towards my yard guy who just broke up with her...and well, you can guess what happens next......um, yeah. Her dad just hauled her off to what I hope is the nearest hospital for burn treatment and a psych eval.