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I woke up yesterday morning around 10am, came back into Baltimore just before 7, was at work by 8. Came home this morning, slept three hours, went back to work for the longest, most boring 7 hours of my life.
Left work, came home, was all eager to go the hell to sleep. Well, way to break a completely uneventful 36 hours but yeah guess what happened on the way home?
A guy pointed a gun at me and demanded my money. Yep, I was robbed. Called the cops, they've been here, done that, dragged me to the station to file a report, dragged me back home. Over and over I got the same question...what's a computer geek hippie white chick like me doing living where I am? and why was I alone at night? And of course, I could see it...they're thinking how stupid I must be. It's not like I had a choice to move here at the time. It's not like I have a choice to walk from the bus stop to my house.
And I saw the guy walking up the street. He was so short, I thought it was like a ten year old kid. And I heard him turning the corner onto Payson, and walking a bit behind me off to one side. He knew I knew he was there. I heard him coming a little closer to me, and I turned a bit to the side, and that's when he told me that he wanted my money. He told me to "kick it out", and I didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but he said something else that I don't remember now. and then I saw that he had a gun. I looked up briefly, his face was covered, all byut his mouth, by a sweatshirt hood. His hand and part of the gun were covered by the sleeve. I took off my coat and backpack and put them on the ground and he told me to get the money out. I said I didn't have much, he said he just wanted what I had and kept telling me not to look at him, to look the other way or cover my eyes....I held one hand up because I couldn't get my wallet out and not look in his direction. He told me to take out whatever money I had and give it to the other guy (I never even heard the second guy, and he was standing in a shadow, I only ever saw his hand when he reached to take the money from me. All they cared about was paper money, I had a couple of dollars in change in my wallet too, but only a $5 bill. I guess I was lucky that they just wanted something, anything they could get, they didn't try to demand anything else or care what else I might be carrying, just told me to keep looking the other way. I heard them cross the street and head northward, but for a few minutes I was afraid that they'd decide to shoot from wherever they were. I just stood there praying for a few minutes and when it finally seemed obvious that they were gone, I walked the rest of the way home, shaking.
I called the police, and then called Gavin while I was waiting for them. While they were taking my report, they stopped two guys a few blocks up the street. They took me to the station to file the report and talk to a detective. On the way there, they had me take a look at the guys they had stopped...I couldn't say for certain that they were the ones. I thought the guy I saw had a brown sweatshirt with lighter colored lettering on it...this guy had a black sweatshirt with light blue glittery lettering on it- I don't remember any glitter. they had him sitting down, I couldn't see how tall he was (this guy had been pretty distinctively short) They kept asking about the other guy, I couldn't say anything for him. I'd seen the other guy's hand and that was all. They took some photos with a digital camera and had me look at them. When I saw the picture of the guy with the covered face, I suddenly remembered that he had a really ashy-looking, greyish tinge to his lips...but dry, chapped lips aren't exactly a hard identifying detail.
So the detective at the station was all "Oh well, at least you only lost five bucks" in response to my "Well, what if they WERE the ones and decide to come after me again? What if they don't bother coming up and er, asking nice next time?"
So one of the officers asks me if I knew that this was the worst section of Baltimore...I told him that I knew it was pretty bad, but from everything I'd read and been told, other sections were far worse. He told me I'd read and been told wrong. Ooh, goody.
Well, when I was talking to Gavin whilst waiting for said officers, she mentioned the idea of moving out, not really mattering at this point if we break the lease. I must say, I'm right there on that.
*sigh* I am so freakin' tired. But right now I can't get out of my head the dream I had sometime back about being robbed in the house- the one where I was half awake and honestly didn't know if it was happening or if I was dreaming it.
(This one: http://fuego.livejournal.com/601906.html) I'm afraid I'll fall asleep and it'll happen for real. The doors are all locked. I'm tired, I really need sleep.
I'm going to go to bed and attempt to sleep. Please folks...would you do me this one favor and if you can, call me if you happen to read this, at least if you catch it before the morning Don't worry about waking me up if I happen to fall asleep. I think it'll make me feel a little better. I'll post my phone number in a locked post after this.
Left work, came home, was all eager to go the hell to sleep. Well, way to break a completely uneventful 36 hours but yeah guess what happened on the way home?
A guy pointed a gun at me and demanded my money. Yep, I was robbed. Called the cops, they've been here, done that, dragged me to the station to file a report, dragged me back home. Over and over I got the same question...what's a computer geek hippie white chick like me doing living where I am? and why was I alone at night? And of course, I could see it...they're thinking how stupid I must be. It's not like I had a choice to move here at the time. It's not like I have a choice to walk from the bus stop to my house.
And I saw the guy walking up the street. He was so short, I thought it was like a ten year old kid. And I heard him turning the corner onto Payson, and walking a bit behind me off to one side. He knew I knew he was there. I heard him coming a little closer to me, and I turned a bit to the side, and that's when he told me that he wanted my money. He told me to "kick it out", and I didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but he said something else that I don't remember now. and then I saw that he had a gun. I looked up briefly, his face was covered, all byut his mouth, by a sweatshirt hood. His hand and part of the gun were covered by the sleeve. I took off my coat and backpack and put them on the ground and he told me to get the money out. I said I didn't have much, he said he just wanted what I had and kept telling me not to look at him, to look the other way or cover my eyes....I held one hand up because I couldn't get my wallet out and not look in his direction. He told me to take out whatever money I had and give it to the other guy (I never even heard the second guy, and he was standing in a shadow, I only ever saw his hand when he reached to take the money from me. All they cared about was paper money, I had a couple of dollars in change in my wallet too, but only a $5 bill. I guess I was lucky that they just wanted something, anything they could get, they didn't try to demand anything else or care what else I might be carrying, just told me to keep looking the other way. I heard them cross the street and head northward, but for a few minutes I was afraid that they'd decide to shoot from wherever they were. I just stood there praying for a few minutes and when it finally seemed obvious that they were gone, I walked the rest of the way home, shaking.
I called the police, and then called Gavin while I was waiting for them. While they were taking my report, they stopped two guys a few blocks up the street. They took me to the station to file the report and talk to a detective. On the way there, they had me take a look at the guys they had stopped...I couldn't say for certain that they were the ones. I thought the guy I saw had a brown sweatshirt with lighter colored lettering on it...this guy had a black sweatshirt with light blue glittery lettering on it- I don't remember any glitter. they had him sitting down, I couldn't see how tall he was (this guy had been pretty distinctively short) They kept asking about the other guy, I couldn't say anything for him. I'd seen the other guy's hand and that was all. They took some photos with a digital camera and had me look at them. When I saw the picture of the guy with the covered face, I suddenly remembered that he had a really ashy-looking, greyish tinge to his lips...but dry, chapped lips aren't exactly a hard identifying detail.
So the detective at the station was all "Oh well, at least you only lost five bucks" in response to my "Well, what if they WERE the ones and decide to come after me again? What if they don't bother coming up and er, asking nice next time?"
So one of the officers asks me if I knew that this was the worst section of Baltimore...I told him that I knew it was pretty bad, but from everything I'd read and been told, other sections were far worse. He told me I'd read and been told wrong. Ooh, goody.
Well, when I was talking to Gavin whilst waiting for said officers, she mentioned the idea of moving out, not really mattering at this point if we break the lease. I must say, I'm right there on that.
*sigh* I am so freakin' tired. But right now I can't get out of my head the dream I had sometime back about being robbed in the house- the one where I was half awake and honestly didn't know if it was happening or if I was dreaming it.
(This one: http://fuego.livejournal.com/601906.html) I'm afraid I'll fall asleep and it'll happen for real. The doors are all locked. I'm tired, I really need sleep.
I'm going to go to bed and attempt to sleep. Please folks...would you do me this one favor and if you can, call me if you happen to read this, at least if you catch it before the morning Don't worry about waking me up if I happen to fall asleep. I think it'll make me feel a little better. I'll post my phone number in a locked post after this.
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I'm glad you came out physically okay, but let me know if you need anything.
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calling would have been ok...it wasn't very clear, but i sorta had it in my mind that i didn't need people to call me so much after daylight, not that I didn't want them too.
make sense?
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calling would have been ok...it wasn't very clear, but i sorta had it in my mind that i didn't need people to call me so much after daylight, not that I didn't want them too.
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I presume since this is a public post that you wouldn't mind if I posted excerpts of your writing elsewhere, so I'm going to do that. People need to know things like this are happening in your area, not to mention in general.
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calling would have been ok...it wasn't very clear, but i sorta had it in my mind that i didn't need people to call me so much after daylight, not that I didn't want them too.
Yeah, go ahead and post it. Just let me know where so I can see too.
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calling would have been ok...it wasn't very clear, but i sorta had it in my mind that i didn't need people to call me so much after daylight, not that I didn't want them too.
*hugs* thanks hon
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Damn!!!
hugs!
Re: Damn!!!
We're not in that area anymore. I'd be happy to be back there. The only thing that ever happened to us there was the grill and Steph's wooden wishing well being taken from the back slab.
I started looking at rental ads a little earlier...but for the moment, I'm going to go and do stuff.
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Take care, hon. Keep breathing...
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I'm sorry those cops acted like that. No one wants to be told "you live in the wrong part of town." at a time like that. You need comfort and encouragement!
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