Ahh, Home Crap Home

So, I left Mississippi Saturday morning to return home to Georgia for Thanksgiving break. Ma made mozarella sticks and buffalo crispers. Got home in time for the drubbing Oklahoma laid on Texas Tech and all was right in the world...until 2:37 a.m. when it all went horribly wrong.

I received a phone call from a close friend at 2:37 a.m. I promptly hit ignore assuming it was just a random drunk-dial from my friend who I had not seen since January of this year. I fell back asleep only to be awoken again by people talking loudly in the cul-de-sac. I peered through the blinds and saw a white SUV parked. Two people were talking quite loudly for 3:30 a.m. and they began shouting at me.

"Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? Are you f*ing serious?!" one of them put articulately (we'll name him 'Some Duder' for now since I did not know who he was).

I couldn't hear the other individual, but he clearly wasn't acquiecsing to the other's inquisition. At this point, I checked my cell phone and saw I had a text message from the same friend that called at 2:37. This message, delivered at 2:13 a.m., read as follows: "im outside your house."

So, I gave said "friend" a call to see if he made it home okay fearing he was seriously intoxicated. When suddenly Some Duder starts making like Brock Lesnar on the side of the white SUV. My friend answers his phone, while Some Duder just kicks and punches the heck out of the vehicle.

My friend says, "what's up?"

I ask, "what's up with you? Were you at my house earlier--what the heck is that noise?"

He replies, "somebody is banging on my car. I gotta call you back."

Well, the bangs I hear on the cell phone correspond perfectly with what I was witnessing in the cul-de-sac. I didn't recognize the white SUV because my friend was driving a rental due to the fact that he got t-boned just a week earlier (not his fault).

After his rage, Some Duder approaches my parents house. At this point I walked to the top of the stairway to see what he was going to do and had 911 at the ready. Some Duder rings the doorbell once. He leaves, but I didn't see which way he went.

I text my friend asking who that guy was, to which my friend replied, "some dude who lost his shit."

Well that doesn't explain anything. So, I text back, "this is unacceptable, get him the f*ck off my parent's porch. Do I need to call the police?"

"He's drunk and unpredictable, but I don't think he's that crazy."

I went back to my bedroom to look through the blinds. Nobody was out in the cul-de-sac and the white SUV had all its interior and exterior lights off. I figured my friend had been taking Some Duder home, they argued about something, then Some Duder just walked home and my friend tried to catch up with him and explain himself. Wrong.

I laid back down for about 40 minutes and was awoken by my brother knocking something over in the bathroom at around 4:00 a.m. Again, I looked through the blinds just in time to see a Dodge Ram pickup hauling ass up the street towards my parent's house. Some Duder got out of the driver's side, hopped up into the bed of the truck and pulled something up that was long (looked like a bat or a crowbar). Some Duder proceeds to walk over to the white SUV and pound the ever-living hell out of the windshield. Promptly I dialed 911. Some Duder was done after 4 - 5 whacks. On the phone with dispatch I described the event in real time. As Some Duder was walking back towards his truck, my friend got out of the white SUV! He had passed out in the driver's seat and was in the car while Some Duder was destroying the Enterprise vehicle.

It took the cops approximately 15 - 20 minutes to respond to my call. I alerted my parents and I just waited in the living room for the police to ask me what I had witnessed. Much to my surprise, they told me not to cover for my friend. They said he was drunk and his story didn't make any sense. They accused him of bashing his own car windshield with a tire iron that was laying out on the side of the car and accused me of lying to cover it up. WTF?! Are you kidding me? Are you f*ing serious? So, they question whether or not I actually witnessed another person do the damage. Once I told them I was a second year law student, they eased up on their hasty accusations and tried to make sense out of it.

After their initial prognosis of the scene was inaccurate, they completely failed to do a proper investigation. You can see shoe prints on the side of the car where Some Duder was kicking it that completely do not match those of my friend. I witnessed another person actually do the damage, but they wrote me off as a liar. They did not question any of my neighbors (one of which actually heard it happen, then saw as the Dodge pick-up was driving away).

The cops were just pissed because they couldn't bust my friend for being drunk, drunk driving, and beating his own car, so they phoned in their investigation and failed to do their jobs properly.

I still only have one side of the story and what I witnessed, but my friend tells me he was at a bar with Some Duder and some other people. They left before last call and drove to my house (I'm guessing to hang out with me since I came home for break). My friend hit a curb outside of my neighborhood and popped the tire. They tried to fix it in my cul-de-sac but were too drunk to do so. At that time, Some Duder wanted to ask me for help or to give them a ride, but my friend refused to wake me and my parents up for that reason. Some Duder got mad and kicked the door a few times.

He must have phoned a friend or his wife to come pick him up and that's when he went to town on the windshield.

So, that was my first night home on Thanksgiving vacation. My parents are so happy to see me.