charlie sherrill
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I've got two weeks I've go to burn. I got off at noon Friday. I got a haircut and goofed off for awhile (pawnshops and gunstores) before I came home. I cooked my Christmas turkey the day before so I made gumbo with the rest of it. Saturday morning Roofer Mike was driving by and saw me in my garden. He just got out of prison for some Katrina fraud stuff. (and being in possesion of four stolen utility trailers) He doesn't do numbers real well and forgot that when you take a lot of people's money for roofing jobs that you're actually supposed to complete the work. He wanted to tell me he was sorry he let me down ( I'd been trying to help this fool stay out of trouble, but some people you just can't help) and that he was turning his life around and wanted to get with me and help get rid of some of the dope pushers. I noticed the scimitar he had tatooed on his neck. He didn't have it before and most prison tats are one color as this one is. I didn't invite him in but I did listen to him. He once put me onto some prison escapees so I listen whenever he has something to say. I told him I'd get back with him when I went back to work.
Last night around 9:30 I get a call from a fellow deputy wanting to know if I knew where Mike was. He told me that Mike and a twice convicted drug dealer had a shootout at the dealer/ex-dealer's house and that there was a trail of blood leading away from the house. I told him where he could probably find Mike and he did. Mike had a .22 flesh wound to the back. He didn't want medical attention and he didn't want to talk about it. Marvin, the dealer/ex-dealer didn't have a lot to say about it either. Mike told Dr. E (not really a doctor) that he ran out of ammo and had to run or things would have been different. These guys are both convicted felons and are not supposed to have firearms. "I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. America, turn them all in!" Yeah, that'll work. Investigation not over on this one.
Last night I almost killed myself on fried oysters at a seafood buffet. I came home, played on the computer awhile, had a couple of Rebel Yell's with 7-Up and went to bed. I wake up around 12:30 a.m. to the sounds of four shotgun blasts and the emptying of a 30 round mag of .223's. Nothing unusual about that. Dr. E incorporates gunfire into his parties on a regular basis. Jr. went outside and came back and said some guy just ran past the house and into the woods. Jr. said he was wearing a dark long sleeved hoodie. (it was still in the 80's) As I was getting out of bed and getting my 870 (12" barrel and federal stamp) I heard tires squealing. Jr. yelled he just jumped in a truck and headed back toward the highway. By now I'm outside and can hear Dr. E yelling and a few more .223's going off. I turned on my portable radio just in time to hear the "shots fired" call go out. Three deputies were headed our way. I called Dr. E on his cell and asked him what the hell was going on. He told me he had taken a window unit air conditioner out of his bedroom window because it wasn't working and he saw a guy in a blue hoodie reaching in the window where the air conditioner had been trying to grab his .22 caliber Ruger that was laying next to his bed. Dr. E's shotgun was still loaded from duck season and he fired one round at the window and then ran outside and fired three more as the hoodie ran across a field. Dr. E then got his Mini 14 and sprayed the woods to "keep him from coming back." I'm real awake by now. The deputies arrived and looked around even though I told them that "hoodie" was gone. Dr. E said "I just can't understand what anybody would be doing around my house." After talking to him awhile I learned that he had an overnight "guest" who had just broken up with her boyfriend. She was still over there today.
I slept a little late after the events of last night so I didn't start mowing the yard until this afternoon. I saw the deputy pull up in Child Molester Rick's driveway. I've mentioned him before. He got out of prison in February after serving ten years for having sex with his eight year old son. His trailer is across the road from me. Rick's mom lived there until her fifth husband died. She's 77. She moved in with her new boyfriend about the time Rick got out of prison. There have been several loud fights over there since he's been living there. One was his now 18 year old son coming over and beating the crap out of him. Known felons and druggies are in and out frequently. The reason the deputy was over there today was that "Crazy Sue", who use to live there with Rick's mom had just gotten out of a mental institution and wanted a deputy to stand by while she got her property. Margaret smelled a government check and talked the mental health folks into letting Sue live with her. I've talked about her before. She used to wander the neighborhood and frequently showed up on my front porch at odd hours of the night trying to look in the windows. She reported the same .38 caliber revolver stolen at least four times. It's been in my safe for the last three years because Rick's mom was scared she was going to hurt herself or someone else.
As I rode around on my mower (complete with cupholder) I noticed the deputy bring Rick out of the trailer in handcuffs. It seems that Rick left his meth pipe laying on a countertop after inviting everyone in. Oops. See ya later Rick. Now the little neighbor kids can come back out in their yard next door. Hopefully Rick will be gone for awhile. On a positive note, the thieves in the trailer next door got evicted for not paying their rent. I plan to use the rest of my vacation to attend a wedding in Denver (Englewood?). My first cousins's daughter is getting married. My mother helped raise her and she's the closect thing I have to a sister. The daughter was a former member of the Denver Roller Dolls. (until she broke her leg) The groom is even more interesting. More on this later. There is a gunshow in somewhat nearby Cheyenne. Jr. and I will be there on one of the three days depending on how things work out. If you're there look for a hunter orange "Barq's" rootbeer ball cap.
Last night around 9:30 I get a call from a fellow deputy wanting to know if I knew where Mike was. He told me that Mike and a twice convicted drug dealer had a shootout at the dealer/ex-dealer's house and that there was a trail of blood leading away from the house. I told him where he could probably find Mike and he did. Mike had a .22 flesh wound to the back. He didn't want medical attention and he didn't want to talk about it. Marvin, the dealer/ex-dealer didn't have a lot to say about it either. Mike told Dr. E (not really a doctor) that he ran out of ammo and had to run or things would have been different. These guys are both convicted felons and are not supposed to have firearms. "I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. America, turn them all in!" Yeah, that'll work. Investigation not over on this one.
Last night I almost killed myself on fried oysters at a seafood buffet. I came home, played on the computer awhile, had a couple of Rebel Yell's with 7-Up and went to bed. I wake up around 12:30 a.m. to the sounds of four shotgun blasts and the emptying of a 30 round mag of .223's. Nothing unusual about that. Dr. E incorporates gunfire into his parties on a regular basis. Jr. went outside and came back and said some guy just ran past the house and into the woods. Jr. said he was wearing a dark long sleeved hoodie. (it was still in the 80's) As I was getting out of bed and getting my 870 (12" barrel and federal stamp) I heard tires squealing. Jr. yelled he just jumped in a truck and headed back toward the highway. By now I'm outside and can hear Dr. E yelling and a few more .223's going off. I turned on my portable radio just in time to hear the "shots fired" call go out. Three deputies were headed our way. I called Dr. E on his cell and asked him what the hell was going on. He told me he had taken a window unit air conditioner out of his bedroom window because it wasn't working and he saw a guy in a blue hoodie reaching in the window where the air conditioner had been trying to grab his .22 caliber Ruger that was laying next to his bed. Dr. E's shotgun was still loaded from duck season and he fired one round at the window and then ran outside and fired three more as the hoodie ran across a field. Dr. E then got his Mini 14 and sprayed the woods to "keep him from coming back." I'm real awake by now. The deputies arrived and looked around even though I told them that "hoodie" was gone. Dr. E said "I just can't understand what anybody would be doing around my house." After talking to him awhile I learned that he had an overnight "guest" who had just broken up with her boyfriend. She was still over there today.
I slept a little late after the events of last night so I didn't start mowing the yard until this afternoon. I saw the deputy pull up in Child Molester Rick's driveway. I've mentioned him before. He got out of prison in February after serving ten years for having sex with his eight year old son. His trailer is across the road from me. Rick's mom lived there until her fifth husband died. She's 77. She moved in with her new boyfriend about the time Rick got out of prison. There have been several loud fights over there since he's been living there. One was his now 18 year old son coming over and beating the crap out of him. Known felons and druggies are in and out frequently. The reason the deputy was over there today was that "Crazy Sue", who use to live there with Rick's mom had just gotten out of a mental institution and wanted a deputy to stand by while she got her property. Margaret smelled a government check and talked the mental health folks into letting Sue live with her. I've talked about her before. She used to wander the neighborhood and frequently showed up on my front porch at odd hours of the night trying to look in the windows. She reported the same .38 caliber revolver stolen at least four times. It's been in my safe for the last three years because Rick's mom was scared she was going to hurt herself or someone else.
As I rode around on my mower (complete with cupholder) I noticed the deputy bring Rick out of the trailer in handcuffs. It seems that Rick left his meth pipe laying on a countertop after inviting everyone in. Oops. See ya later Rick. Now the little neighbor kids can come back out in their yard next door. Hopefully Rick will be gone for awhile. On a positive note, the thieves in the trailer next door got evicted for not paying their rent. I plan to use the rest of my vacation to attend a wedding in Denver (Englewood?). My first cousins's daughter is getting married. My mother helped raise her and she's the closect thing I have to a sister. The daughter was a former member of the Denver Roller Dolls. (until she broke her leg) The groom is even more interesting. More on this later. There is a gunshow in somewhat nearby Cheyenne. Jr. and I will be there on one of the three days depending on how things work out. If you're there look for a hunter orange "Barq's" rootbeer ball cap.
