2003-12-09 23:21
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tonight's original scheduled programming of me bitching and whining has been suspended.
K was carjacked tonight on her way home from work - some crackhead motherfucker [and, yes, i think i'm justified when i call this particular black person the n-word in every malicious sense] punched in her passenger window and grabbed her purse and totebag - made off with her license, credit cards, checkbook, palm pilot, some other stuff.
we have just spent the last three hours in a parking lot, talking to police, etc. they were not able to apprehend the shitfucker, but k was able to make an ID from a police lineup book.
the important thing is that K is unharmed, just pissed off and jumpy. i've taken care of the window with duct tape and plastic, and she's on the phone as we speak cancelling credit cards, getting the car insurance company involved to fix the window.
I know you're out there, you fucking scumbag. And I =will= kill you.
K was carjacked tonight on her way home from work - some crackhead motherfucker [and, yes, i think i'm justified when i call this particular black person the n-word in every malicious sense] punched in her passenger window and grabbed her purse and totebag - made off with her license, credit cards, checkbook, palm pilot, some other stuff.
we have just spent the last three hours in a parking lot, talking to police, etc. they were not able to apprehend the shitfucker, but k was able to make an ID from a police lineup book.
the important thing is that K is unharmed, just pissed off and jumpy. i've taken care of the window with duct tape and plastic, and she's on the phone as we speak cancelling credit cards, getting the car insurance company involved to fix the window.
I know you're out there, you fucking scumbag. And I =will= kill you.
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That SUCKS! I'm so sorry! I read that headline in MSN today and thought, "shit! I have so many friends and family down there!" Do they think it's the same guy?
Good luck to both of you, and try not to kill anyone just yet. I think just chopping off an arm should be enough. ;)
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according to the detective and the cops, there has been a spate of these over the last couple of days; same MO, etc. apparently, it also happened last year.
seems some crackhead motherfucker thinks this qualifies as holiday spirit.
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that's fucked up.
i want to kill him.
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"that's the picture I initialed when the detective showed it to me. that's him."
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Wow. That sucks.
dammit!
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*hugs* to her and best of luck with getting it taken care of and the guy caught to both of you.
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::Hugs Kim and You::
We have no idea how he got into the compound, but the lions didn't leave much to ask, Officer. I think there's enough blood for a DNA match...
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I've had two attempted carjackings -- having lived in the worst neighborhoods of DC and Baltimore, #2 and #3 in the nation for crime rate, it's not that surprising. The first time I almost ran the guy over, the second time I slammed his head in my car door. But given the scenario you just described, I don't think there was anything she could have done.
I hope they get the bastard.
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He might have gotten the bag, but he'd have been crispy-fried thereafter.
Hug K for me.
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Sorry...
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Best wishes on everything. :/
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Let me know if there is anything that I can do, okay? You've got my number, Yahoo IM and email.
Jaysus!
And I hear you about the right to carry.
Hugs and good wishes for you both.
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So glad K is alright. Hug each other for me.
Sheebus.
I agree with Angelsil's fave car mod though. Crispy carjackers are a lot of fun.
Love you.
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I'm glad she is ok.
I see an investment in vinegar and razor blades coming up...
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I used to talk about how I'd have 6 dobermans that I'd drive around with me everywhere, all named Fluffy. They'd all be snoozing on the seats and floor until someone did something I didn't like and I'd call out "Fluffy!" and all 6 heads would pop up, snarling.
We all have dreams.
Mine are usually about some sort of vigilante action.