There Goes The Neighborhood.
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I'm glad the dog is alright.
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venomballistics
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being from an extraordinarily large extended family, I have a few such monkeys swinging in the family tree.
one fell to and dried up from alcoholism and coke.
He's actually pretty decent now that he's straightened out.
Two meth heads in there too.
one was a player in the traffic of it ... I'd likely just draw and fire if she knocked on my door ... then again, I kinda felt that way BEFORE she got into meth.
The other ... he's just not who he was. Even his mother will tell you he's not really in there anymore.
SAFireman
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Thanks for sharing the rest of the story Charlie. I went to the SO website and was surprised that Dr E was a young and diminutive as he is. Maybe this time he will stay locked up for a good long time. Did the SO seize the property?
Doug M.
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Trying to explain this sort of reality to the average sheltered decent person is a truly frustrating experience. Most just can't internalize it because it is utterly foreign to them - they would never do it and thus never think of it.
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charlie sherrill
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Dick, I have already bought property from Dr. E's brother on two different occasions. My brother, Louisiana Joe also bought some. The brother is not a dealer but he did smoke up the proceeds from the property sales. He's got 10 acres left and he's broke again. I think Skydiving Lawyer wants to buy that. I'm trying to get him to come down enough to make the deal. He moved to Texas in 08 when he saw Dr. E's first bust coming and thankfully he's still there. The brothers inherited over $250,000 when a parent and grandparent died. None of that is left except for the 10 acres.Wayne, the neighbors I have left are good people. It's been very quiet and no traffic for the last two nights. SA, they haven't seized it yet but they probably will when they find there is no lien on it.
Dr. E has a long list of deceased friends. Several died in late night wrecks, most overdosed, two suicides, including Breezy a couple of nights ago, and one was run over (three times) and killed a few days ago while lying in a highway at 2:00 a.m. I watched these boys grow up with no discipline. You reap what you sow.
Dr. E has a long list of deceased friends. Several died in late night wrecks, most overdosed, two suicides, including Breezy a couple of nights ago, and one was run over (three times) and killed a few days ago while lying in a highway at 2:00 a.m. I watched these boys grow up with no discipline. You reap what you sow.
Jack Flash
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It is indeed sad, but in most cases, probably not the worst outcome for the kids.
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I was just getting ready to type that...
Ole Joe Clark
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Was a sad story, with a terrible ending. We had some neighbors like that, then the cops started visiting. Suddenly the traffic stopped and they all moved away. Thank God
REM 3200
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Originally Posted by charlie sherrill ... "I retired as a LEO three years ago. One of my jobs was to go with DHS to snatch the kids. Most meth heads never tried to get them back and they were sent to relatives or adopted to complete strangers. Sad."
Hopefully they now have a chance for a normal life.
It is indeed sad, but in most cases, probably not the worst outcome for the kids.
Hopefully they now have a chance for a normal life.
I always enjoy Charlie's stories.
While this one is certainly sad, it just goes to show that behavior is a function of belief and not knowledge.
What I mean is, people know that meth is a killer, but they believe they can handle it and nothing bad will happen to them.
Again, sad situation all around.
While this one is certainly sad, it just goes to show that behavior is a function of belief and not knowledge.
What I mean is, people know that meth is a killer, but they believe they can handle it and nothing bad will happen to them.
Again, sad situation all around.
Chip, I guess that's part of the cycle of addiction. Much Sadness..
Kronos
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Sound's like a self-correcting problem........
Some people can handle it,some not so much,my thought is legalize it all,sterilize the ones who can't and will crash and burn then let nature sort it out,if you find someone OD'ing let'em die unless the family is willing to pay for it.
Do that and the drug war will mostly be over in,oh,maybe a decade or less?
At least we'll be left with the sensible ones who just want to get a buzz on for the weekend or such and these people do exist and I have no problem with them.
Some people can handle it,some not so much,my thought is legalize it all,sterilize the ones who can't and will crash and burn then let nature sort it out,if you find someone OD'ing let'em die unless the family is willing to pay for it.
Do that and the drug war will mostly be over in,oh,maybe a decade or less?
At least we'll be left with the sensible ones who just want to get a buzz on for the weekend or such and these people do exist and I have no problem with them.
HOUSTON RICK
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As the parent of two teenagers, it is all scary all the time.
My God! Sadly, I was about halfway through Charlie's post before I realized it was not a yarn, but a true story.
rburg
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Charlie tells great stories. He's got that knack, and he seems to have worked and lived right in the war zone. I always like listening to the stories because he does a great job of making the story come to life.
I really liked the days when he and junior drove up to the big gun shows. Our tables have a reputation of being a party the whole show. We have a rotating band of performers, with Charlie and Dave Keith being top billing attractions. They tell a good story.
Me, I'm kind of thankful that I'm somehow insulated from the battles they talk about. I don't know why and I'm inclined to think I'm just dumb and blind to the action. There is some of it going on around me, but ignoring it seems to have worked so far. A few years ago we had some druggie who felt it good to dispose of his used needles right after using them. One I found about a block up the road. I was walking home from a neighborhood meeting and there it was in the gutter. It was so uncommon I stopped and looked. Then a few days later, there was one in my front yard! OK, that wasn't good. But while trying to decide if I should do as the local cop suggested, which was to call them, or just pick it up, which they advised never to do, out came my wife. She saw it, got disgusted and walked out to the road and down a bit. She came back with a plastic coke bottle. Undid the lid and then expertly started the syringe needle first, the pushed the thing in the bottle and screwed the top on. She then pitched the bottle. She grew up as an RN in her working life, so it just seemed second nature to her to handle contaminated items.
Since then, nothing. Life is quiet. This place is now kind of like Mogishu. The surrounding homes aren't bombed out, but most are vacant. At least Charlie is out in the country were its quiet when the neighbors are in jail.
I guess there's a good side to living here. This morning the river was like a sheet of glass. The pier of the interstate bridge was reflected really well. And then the water just below it was all churning. I'm guessing a school of small fish was feeding or becoming the feed for a bigger one. I'll take quiet.
I really liked the days when he and junior drove up to the big gun shows. Our tables have a reputation of being a party the whole show. We have a rotating band of performers, with Charlie and Dave Keith being top billing attractions. They tell a good story.
Me, I'm kind of thankful that I'm somehow insulated from the battles they talk about. I don't know why and I'm inclined to think I'm just dumb and blind to the action. There is some of it going on around me, but ignoring it seems to have worked so far. A few years ago we had some druggie who felt it good to dispose of his used needles right after using them. One I found about a block up the road. I was walking home from a neighborhood meeting and there it was in the gutter. It was so uncommon I stopped and looked. Then a few days later, there was one in my front yard! OK, that wasn't good. But while trying to decide if I should do as the local cop suggested, which was to call them, or just pick it up, which they advised never to do, out came my wife. She saw it, got disgusted and walked out to the road and down a bit. She came back with a plastic coke bottle. Undid the lid and then expertly started the syringe needle first, the pushed the thing in the bottle and screwed the top on. She then pitched the bottle. She grew up as an RN in her working life, so it just seemed second nature to her to handle contaminated items.
Since then, nothing. Life is quiet. This place is now kind of like Mogishu. The surrounding homes aren't bombed out, but most are vacant. At least Charlie is out in the country were its quiet when the neighbors are in jail.
I guess there's a good side to living here. This morning the river was like a sheet of glass. The pier of the interstate bridge was reflected really well. And then the water just below it was all churning. I'm guessing a school of small fish was feeding or becoming the feed for a bigger one. I'll take quiet.
HOUSTON RICK
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Charlie, I am waiting for your book. please publish it while I can still see to read!
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charlie sherrill
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Update: Some officers came back out today. Apparently Dr. E had been bragging in jail that they didn't find everything. They found a few more things and they found Mrs. E and locked her up also. She was already on parole and was bonded out on a felony charge. They charged her with a second felony which means no bond until she gets a court date, one to two years. There's going to be a hearing on the baby next Tuesday. It looks like Dr. E or Mrs. E aren't going to be there, which means if no other family member shows up clean enough to care for the child she will probably temporarily be given to strangers and possibly later put up for adoption. She is a beautiful baby. Stupid knows no bounds.
Jim Shugart
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Excellent story, Charlie.
