Caught On Camera

So I am in my backyard minding my own and I look over to the next door backyard and I see some funky business going on. There is some guy peeping through a fence towards my widow neighbor’s property two doors down. I immediately realize that shit isn’t right because even though this guy’s back is to me I can tell that he is up to no good. He turns around sees me and immediately panics. He then jets out of my immediate neighbors backyard and disappears. Now, I am worried because my neighbor is, as previously mentioned, a widow, who lives alone with her young daughter. I run inside and look through the kitchen window to try and see if this guy is still lingering around. I do not see him so I go back to the balcony and I now notice that the door near the back of the property was closed but now ajar.

I see movement inside and then someone pokes their head out and looks around and I am say to myself, oh shit something is happening. I run for my camera and make use of the telescopic lens skills. I took as many shots as I could for 2-3 seconds and then ran downstairs after them in my chancletas. I being doing a lot of that as of late, running downstairs in my chancletas that is. It is incredible that I could be such a total pussy at say a bird crashing into my window but chase after two thieves who may have just raped and killed a woman or girl for all that I know. But the adrenaline runs differently when your mind assumes responsibility for the protection of others, especially if they can invoke our worst fears of the possible dangers that mothers, nieces and daughters in our life face in our often violent world.

By the time I got downstairs they were around the corner and my unaware neighbor whom the preps had just ran past was opening her front door gates. I told her as quickly as I could everything I saw and we ran down to the corner. What luck, less then a hundred feet away were the cops. We quickly explained and she then panicked at remembering that her daughter was home alone asleep upstairs where she left her before going to the store.

I jumped in the car with the cops and we sped forward circling the area. After less then 6min I spotted the one in the pictures and he they had to put the car in reveres for a good 200 hundred feet. The guy saw us coming dropped all of the goods and jumped over a fence. We then circled the block and I spotted the other one who was playing the lookout. He was the first punk who made a run for it. It was nice to see pinned to the ground with a boot on the back of his head. So were the remnants of dirt, dry grass, and hopefully dog shit he later had on his face when he was playing the victim role. He couldn’t even look me in the face. Before I left, I gave him a good hard look and told him that I didn’t want to see him in my block again. He wasn’t happy.

We never found the other guy but I burned the following Kodak moments for the local 114.