Funny criminal story though it may be, I’m afraid to admit that the same thing happened to my brother-in-law. Twice. My brother-in-law is a fan of crack, don’tcha know, and he has spent most of his life since the age of 15 in prison. Several years ago he was arrested when he fell asleep/passed out in the front seat of a car, the screwdriver still in his hand and a stereo half out of the console. Oops.
After he got out of prison for that offense he then did a B&E on someone’s house. Seems breaking and entering is tough work, and he fell asleep on their couch. You’ll have that, I guess. He was aroused by the police, who were displeased that the homeowner had been there at the time, so they charged him with a home invasion robbery. The prosecutors asked for 45 years, but he got “lucky” with a short sentence of 14 years. I’m rather glad he’s off the street.
My wife is a wonderful woman, who is amazingly classy for someone who grew up in the ghetto of a major city. That’s not the case of her siblings, and even less so of cousins. One of her cousins is also a crack afficionado, and rather than going into the burglary trade, decided to get involved in the crack ho industry. We heard that she murdered a fellow skel a few years back, but hasn’t yet been charged.
Anyhow, her daughter (who she had at age 14 or so, of course) was a really sweet kid growing up. I remember seeing the promise in her eyes, and feeling sad that she’d no doubt follow in her mother’s footsteps one day. And sure as shit, she’s already popped out 3 kids so far, and is currently working as a stripper in the same city whose streets her mom walks.
Anyhow, she was very excited at a pair of shoes she purchased, so she posted them on Facebook. Holy shit, are these things classy or what?