charlie sherrill
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Are at it again. Earlier this week I got a call from K.R. She lives across the road. She's 26, works at a hospital, and is the mother of a 18 month old boy. She's never been married and is on again off again with her baby daddy. She was mad with him this time because she wanted advice on what she could do to get him in court and get some child support. She found out he was seeing another girl and apparently the best way she can get back at him is to get some money out of him. I know most of the lawyers around here and gave her the name of the one I would use if I had a problem. She talked a little more and I could tell there might be a future problem with her and the new girlfriend. She was wanting to go talk to the new flame. I told her to not even think about it because the girl probably already hated her even though they've never met. She didn't listen.
K.R. likes to party. I see her dressed up in her scant little party dresses frequently before she goes clubbing. Very nice eye candy. She also told me she was on misdemeanor probation for a DUI charge and she has to be careful when she drinks so she won't test hot when she goes to see her P.O. A couple of nights ago must have been one of her drinking nights. On her way home she decided to stop off at baby day's house and "talk" to the new girlfriend. She called me wanting a ride home from the E.R. I called her Dad to go get her. I saw her earlier this afternoon and most of the swelling had gone down even though there was still lot's of coloration around her eyes. She told me she should have listened to me.
Gloria finally moved out down the road agian and took her drunken pill head son with her. She was living in a house that's currently in probate. Dr. E,the likely owner after probate is in prison. Gloria used to be his girlfriend. She's also the grandmother of his child with her daughter. Gloria's daughter and granddaughter were living there until the daughter got pregnant again and moved in with her new baby daddy. He's out on bond for helping to dispose of the body of a murder victim. I nicknamed him the "Bodysnatcher". He's a big old tatted up bald headed biker dude who lives in another county. That's where Gloria's daughter and granddaughter now live. I don't know when his case comes up. Anyway, after the daughter moved out somehow Gloria moved back in with her drunken pill head son. They were there a couple of months. They stayed trashed up the whole time they were there. They would frequently cut their own wrists for whatever reason, probably new pain meds, and get a government sponsored ride in an ambulance to the E.R. A few days later they would show back up. We got several calls over there for fights and other stupid stuff. On one of the calls she called the sheriff the next day and told him one of his deputies stole her pills. I got one of the calls. Upon arrival I found Gloria's son passed out by the road. I arrested him for outstanding warrants. (I love oustanding warrants) One of the charges I had filed from his previous trespass on my property. On the way to jail I "explained the program" to him and after he served 52 days I haven't seen him anymore. Gloria did one of her famous drunken face dives and after spitting out a few teeth got another ambulance ride to the E.R. I called one of the remaining free brothers in the probate and told him what she was doing over there. He came over and boarded the house and changed locks while she was gone. He threw her stuff out on the carport. I looked a couple of days ago and it was gone so I guess she found it.
I had mentioned awhile back that Red the Child Molestor was getting out of prison again and moving back in across the road from me again. He served ten years, came home for one year, got caught with a meth pipe and went back on a parole violation for another three years. His half brother Martin had been staying over there while he was gone. His Momma Marsha, who is in her 80's went and got him last Sunday and brought him back down here. I told her what I thought about it and told her to keep him on his side of the road. About three hours ago I hear someone beating on my back door. I had just sat down to a cold beer and was waiting on Jr. to bring my pizza. I thought Jr. was home and messing with me. When the noise didn't stop I picked up one of my home pretection devices and went to see what was going on. It was Marsha. She had her new 85 year old husband with her and as I opened the door I could hear her screaming she wanted Martin off her property. I could hear Martin and Red fighting across the street and some woman over there screaming also. I called 911.
I told dispatch to send a deputy and I would back him. Deputy Tim arrived but not before Marsha changed tunes and lit into me for not forgiving Red. She called me some pretty bad names including "snake in the grass" (I won't print the others) for not wanting to put up with Red. I told her I forgive just about everything but child molestors and I was going to watch him like a hawk as long as he was there. I put her on my do not call list and told her as soon as the deputy arrived she could leave and not come back. Deputy Tim arrived, Martin and the other screaming woman left, and Marsha and her very confused new husband went back across the street. I assumed my backup position at the end of my driveway wearing shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt with holes in it, an almost worn out NRA cap (with scrambled eggs) and a secluded .357 magnum.
Deputy Tim called me and told me what had started the ruckus. Martin's lady friend Macy was washing her 300 lb. plus body in the shower when Martin caught Red peeping through a crack in the bathroom door. He hit Red and knocked him down and Red pulled a machete and swung at Martin and missed. Martin hit him again, got the machete, and told Red he was calling his P.O. Red hit the woods. He may still be out there. Since the incident happened I've been "test firing" my Mosin Nagant every hour or so just to make sure it still works. Marsha went back to her new home. Martin left with Macy. The trailer across the road is dark and quiet. I'm gonna get another beer. Now ya'll know why I open carry with a .357 magnum while I mow my grass. I might put a rifle rack on the mower for my AR.
K.R. likes to party. I see her dressed up in her scant little party dresses frequently before she goes clubbing. Very nice eye candy. She also told me she was on misdemeanor probation for a DUI charge and she has to be careful when she drinks so she won't test hot when she goes to see her P.O. A couple of nights ago must have been one of her drinking nights. On her way home she decided to stop off at baby day's house and "talk" to the new girlfriend. She called me wanting a ride home from the E.R. I called her Dad to go get her. I saw her earlier this afternoon and most of the swelling had gone down even though there was still lot's of coloration around her eyes. She told me she should have listened to me.
Gloria finally moved out down the road agian and took her drunken pill head son with her. She was living in a house that's currently in probate. Dr. E,the likely owner after probate is in prison. Gloria used to be his girlfriend. She's also the grandmother of his child with her daughter. Gloria's daughter and granddaughter were living there until the daughter got pregnant again and moved in with her new baby daddy. He's out on bond for helping to dispose of the body of a murder victim. I nicknamed him the "Bodysnatcher". He's a big old tatted up bald headed biker dude who lives in another county. That's where Gloria's daughter and granddaughter now live. I don't know when his case comes up. Anyway, after the daughter moved out somehow Gloria moved back in with her drunken pill head son. They were there a couple of months. They stayed trashed up the whole time they were there. They would frequently cut their own wrists for whatever reason, probably new pain meds, and get a government sponsored ride in an ambulance to the E.R. A few days later they would show back up. We got several calls over there for fights and other stupid stuff. On one of the calls she called the sheriff the next day and told him one of his deputies stole her pills. I got one of the calls. Upon arrival I found Gloria's son passed out by the road. I arrested him for outstanding warrants. (I love oustanding warrants) One of the charges I had filed from his previous trespass on my property. On the way to jail I "explained the program" to him and after he served 52 days I haven't seen him anymore. Gloria did one of her famous drunken face dives and after spitting out a few teeth got another ambulance ride to the E.R. I called one of the remaining free brothers in the probate and told him what she was doing over there. He came over and boarded the house and changed locks while she was gone. He threw her stuff out on the carport. I looked a couple of days ago and it was gone so I guess she found it.
I had mentioned awhile back that Red the Child Molestor was getting out of prison again and moving back in across the road from me again. He served ten years, came home for one year, got caught with a meth pipe and went back on a parole violation for another three years. His half brother Martin had been staying over there while he was gone. His Momma Marsha, who is in her 80's went and got him last Sunday and brought him back down here. I told her what I thought about it and told her to keep him on his side of the road. About three hours ago I hear someone beating on my back door. I had just sat down to a cold beer and was waiting on Jr. to bring my pizza. I thought Jr. was home and messing with me. When the noise didn't stop I picked up one of my home pretection devices and went to see what was going on. It was Marsha. She had her new 85 year old husband with her and as I opened the door I could hear her screaming she wanted Martin off her property. I could hear Martin and Red fighting across the street and some woman over there screaming also. I called 911.
I told dispatch to send a deputy and I would back him. Deputy Tim arrived but not before Marsha changed tunes and lit into me for not forgiving Red. She called me some pretty bad names including "snake in the grass" (I won't print the others) for not wanting to put up with Red. I told her I forgive just about everything but child molestors and I was going to watch him like a hawk as long as he was there. I put her on my do not call list and told her as soon as the deputy arrived she could leave and not come back. Deputy Tim arrived, Martin and the other screaming woman left, and Marsha and her very confused new husband went back across the street. I assumed my backup position at the end of my driveway wearing shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt with holes in it, an almost worn out NRA cap (with scrambled eggs) and a secluded .357 magnum.
Deputy Tim called me and told me what had started the ruckus. Martin's lady friend Macy was washing her 300 lb. plus body in the shower when Martin caught Red peeping through a crack in the bathroom door. He hit Red and knocked him down and Red pulled a machete and swung at Martin and missed. Martin hit him again, got the machete, and told Red he was calling his P.O. Red hit the woods. He may still be out there. Since the incident happened I've been "test firing" my Mosin Nagant every hour or so just to make sure it still works. Marsha went back to her new home. Martin left with Macy. The trailer across the road is dark and quiet. I'm gonna get another beer. Now ya'll know why I open carry with a .357 magnum while I mow my grass. I might put a rifle rack on the mower for my AR.
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