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I was just getting ready to go to Circle K last night when my daughter got a call from her boyfriend, about a call from an old boyfriend who said that he was on the way over here with a gun to kill her. Tony had always told me that this was a nice kid whose parents were both cops, and now it turns out that he's on probation for solicitation of a minor, or something like that, whatever it means.
The last thing in the world I want to do is shoot a 17-year-old kid...that would be on my conscience the rest of my life because he wouldn't have a chance against someone who practices. I called the police and they came over here, then went to the new boyfriend's house. They asked if we wanted to go to someone else's house for the night, and I told Jenny to go to a friend's house if she felt safer, but I wasn't in danger.
While the cops were over at the new boyfriend's house, this kid was calling constantly. One of the cops pretended to be the boyfriend, got him to yell out where he was and where he lived and stuff. He couldn't get him to make a death threat, so he finally went back to his real voice and told them his name and badge number, and that he was going to talk to the kid's probation officer in the morning. I was told that the "OH FUCK!!!" could be heard all over the room.
I knew after that that the kid probably wasn't coming by, but I let Jenny spend the night at her friend's house and leave me the number anyway. She has a bedroom window. I would probably either try to disarm him or just run to avoid shooting a kid, but I kept the .357 nearby anyway. If someone points a gun at you, under some circumstances you don't have any choice but to shoot. Fortunately, I just put my dog en garde and went to bed, and I didn't get any barks.
It is true that his parents are both cops, and I am going to have a word with them Monday when he will (hopefully) be in school, and the parents will answer the phone.
I keep trying to tell Jenny to find a better class of friends. She will go to college on a scholarship if she keeps her shit together, but most of her "friends" will be dropping out and sacking groceries. I know that sometimes, stupid people are easier and even more fun to socialize with, but they will drag her down with them if she let them. I can't choose her friends for her, though. All I can do is try to give her some advice and hope she makes the right decisions for herself, which, I have to admit, I didn't.
I told her not to answer the phone when this asshole calls, not to answer him in a chat room, to ignore anything that is said about it, and if anyone asks her, tell them that it was over a long time ago and there wasn't any point in digging up bones. The police said the same thing.
This is what I mean when I say that it becomes exponentially more difficult to be a parent as the kid gets older. Now if there is no other way to protect her from harm, I may have to hurt somebody. That may sound easy enough, but imagine shooting a 17-year-old, puking your guts out, having to tell the parents, fearing legal retribution, and then having to live with it the rest of your life. Then it doesn't sound quite as glamorous, does it? I'll just be glad when she gets off to college, where there hopefully aren't so many of these punks, and spends her time on her work instead of getting herself, and me, into trouble.
-denise
The last thing in the world I want to do is shoot a 17-year-old kid...that would be on my conscience the rest of my life because he wouldn't have a chance against someone who practices. I called the police and they came over here, then went to the new boyfriend's house. They asked if we wanted to go to someone else's house for the night, and I told Jenny to go to a friend's house if she felt safer, but I wasn't in danger.
While the cops were over at the new boyfriend's house, this kid was calling constantly. One of the cops pretended to be the boyfriend, got him to yell out where he was and where he lived and stuff. He couldn't get him to make a death threat, so he finally went back to his real voice and told them his name and badge number, and that he was going to talk to the kid's probation officer in the morning. I was told that the "OH FUCK!!!" could be heard all over the room.
I knew after that that the kid probably wasn't coming by, but I let Jenny spend the night at her friend's house and leave me the number anyway. She has a bedroom window. I would probably either try to disarm him or just run to avoid shooting a kid, but I kept the .357 nearby anyway. If someone points a gun at you, under some circumstances you don't have any choice but to shoot. Fortunately, I just put my dog en garde and went to bed, and I didn't get any barks.
It is true that his parents are both cops, and I am going to have a word with them Monday when he will (hopefully) be in school, and the parents will answer the phone.
I keep trying to tell Jenny to find a better class of friends. She will go to college on a scholarship if she keeps her shit together, but most of her "friends" will be dropping out and sacking groceries. I know that sometimes, stupid people are easier and even more fun to socialize with, but they will drag her down with them if she let them. I can't choose her friends for her, though. All I can do is try to give her some advice and hope she makes the right decisions for herself, which, I have to admit, I didn't.
I told her not to answer the phone when this asshole calls, not to answer him in a chat room, to ignore anything that is said about it, and if anyone asks her, tell them that it was over a long time ago and there wasn't any point in digging up bones. The police said the same thing.
This is what I mean when I say that it becomes exponentially more difficult to be a parent as the kid gets older. Now if there is no other way to protect her from harm, I may have to hurt somebody. That may sound easy enough, but imagine shooting a 17-year-old, puking your guts out, having to tell the parents, fearing legal retribution, and then having to live with it the rest of your life. Then it doesn't sound quite as glamorous, does it? I'll just be glad when she gets off to college, where there hopefully aren't so many of these punks, and spends her time on her work instead of getting herself, and me, into trouble.
-denise